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| Topic Started: Oct 7 2014, 09:06 PM (470 Views) | |
| Roland | Oct 7 2014, 09:06 PM Post #1 |
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| Roland | Oct 7 2014, 09:09 PM Post #2 |
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Roland sighed at the darkening sky. Black clouds rolled in over the bright evergreens dotting the hill side, casting shadows upon them. The sun’s rays were stifled, reduced to a hazy gray glow. Roland could feel humidity filling the air, bringing a heaviness to it. Behind him, the sound of his daughter’s training broke up the eerie silence of the forest. Ruby, twelve years old, with long red hair and a face twisted with determination beat upon the tree with the wooden sword Roland had whittled her. WIth each one of her slashes, beads of sweat flew from her arms and her face. He could see her stance had slumped, fatigue setting into her muscles. The Avatar of Wisdom leaned on a walking stick he made himself. No longer did he wear the ragged travel stained clothes of before. He had changed into a crisp white tunic and dark gray breeches. Heavy hiking boots donned his feet and his unruly orange hair had been tied back with a rubber band. To any Earthling, he would look like an ordinary man. But, to anyone who could look a little deeper, they would find someone far more complex than any Earthling man. ”Good,” Roland said and walked over. Using his staff he tapped the bottom of her right thigh, making her stand up straight. He then did the same with her elbows, so she would pick up her sword. ”Don’t give up on me now.” And she didn’t, she resumed whacking away. Roland felt bad, as he could see the blisters on her hand. Blood trickled between her fingers. Splinters of wood had cut her cheeks and made her forearms raw. He remembered the agony, as his father drilled him day and night. He never remembered being forged into a warrior as being a fond thing. But, Ruby desired it, so he would make it happen, one way or another. The rain came faster than he wanted, big drops splattering into the foliage all around them. Wind gusted through the pines, causing them to sigh like sad maidens. On the wind, Roland felt a strange sensation. The darkness, it seemed almost an omen. After his fight against the alien invader with Chishan, Roland thought that he would have some peace and quiet. Maybe a few months to focus on Ruby’s training. The feeling in his gut, a certain wisdom now told him otherwise. My powers are flourishing within you, Ser Roland. Do not ignore intuitions, Talos said, his voice a whisper at the back of Roland’s thoughts. ”Come on kid, let’s get some dinner,” Roland said and tapped her on the shoulder. Ruby let out a sigh or relief, and lowered her wooden sword. She lingered behind them as they went down the hill, moving at a snails’ pace. No doubt a result of body’s agony. ”I’m starving,” Ruby said. Roland detected a hint of excitement in her voice. Roland had been glad when he realized that no humans had reclaimed The Lodge, a place he and Walid had found in the Northern Mountains. He spent the last week rebuilding it after Elric and Lysses’s little scuffle. He opened the glass door and stepped inside of the large atrium. Ruby collapsed onto the couches and Roland went into the kitchens. The Lodge had once been a skiing resort, so the kitchens were huge. He went to town chopping up vegetables and heating up rice. During his stay on Earth a few months prior, he learned a good deal about human cuisine and had been practicing cooking it. Much of it was far more interesting than the bland meats, stews, and porridges that the people of Gram so often savored. Humans had definitely evolved faster in the art of cuisine, that was for sure. A tingle entered the back of his mind, as he felt a few familiar presences approaching. His fellow Avatars. They had finally decided to return. Roland chuckled and went to the refrigerator and grabbed more ingredients. It was going to be a big dinner. [align=center]WC: 692[/align] |
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| Future Gohan | Oct 8 2014, 12:45 PM Post #3 |
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[align=center] [/align]The scents of a feast in the making wafted down from the lodge, carried by the chilly October winds. The Phagian inhaled, taking in the smells and flavors that hovered in the air. They overpowered the piney odors of the forestry and the primal aroma of nature to stir the depths of his stomach... someone at the lodge was cooking. Lysses glanced down at his stomach as his feet continued to hike along the path toward the Northern Mountain Lodge; he hadn't eaten in at least a day and a half. His training was making him strong, but at the cost of personal comfort, which was to be accepted. It was discipline that won the day, not frugal inhibition. He had come to the lodge in order to meet with Roland about potentially leaving the planet and venturing towards the world of Kelioux, which consisted mainly of woodland and fresh forestry. At the moment, it was just beginning its harsh Winter cycle, meaning that the visit would be inconvenient, but it was one that Lysses dreaded making alone. He had been, at least partially, spoiled by the presence of his comrades on Earth. Traveling across worlds alone was no longer something that he could just pick up and do; it required preparation and time. Hopefully, Roland would be willing to go with him. If not Roland, perhaps Walid and Raphael would accompany him. Then again, he was being wholly optimistic. It would be unlikely that they would follow him to Kelioux just to stop off at an Academy and investigate a few leads. That was, however, why he had thought to invite Roland first. As the Avatar of Wisdom and Knowledge, Kelioux should be a natural interest. At least, that was what Lysses figured. Perhaps it was stereotypical to assume that an Avatar of Wisdom and Knowledge would like to visit a giant library, but he doubted Roland would object to the trip to begin with. They had a bond that couldn't be broken by distance. Lysses lips tugged upward, face taken by the faintest traces of a fond grin. Had he still been in the arena, he would have been disciplined for sure. He'd been approaching the main path when the rain came in earnest, forcing him to act. Energy exploded from within his core, billowing outward in a veil of golden flame that covered his body and protected it from the moisture. The rains had been billowing in from the storm clouds to the North, and something told him that the rain had been pelting the lodge since before the food had started cooking. It was a wonder that the food's aroma had managed to overpower the rain for so long. Then again, he'd always had a good nose, and a hungry belly always seemed to sharpen the senses. It took him thirty more minutes in the rain to reach the lodge. As the winds and the rains had carried the scent of food, Lysses brought with him the stench of burned cloth and looming burdens. He entered from the front side of the lodge, stepping into the main lobby and forcing his aura's flames to die down into an invisible silence. Waiting for him on the couches was a young girl with fiery hair, who looked thoroughly exhausted. If Lysses had to guess, she'd been receiving training of some sort or another from Roland. He remembered the way the splinters tended to bury themselves in the flesh and nails of the body, and as such acknowledged the girl's presence with a curt nod. She couldn't have been much older than ten or twelve, if the last time he'd seen her had been any indication. "Hey kid, good to see you," he whispered quietly, so as to avoid waking her in the event that she was asleep. She was face down on the couches, but he remembered that feeling well. Fatigue was different than other forms of weariness. It had a way of seeping into a person's bones and aching, keeping them from resting despite how tired their body was and how much it protested to being kept awake. Lysses sneaked his way into the kitchen, pushing through the folding doors and breaking free into a world of succulent smells and tantalizing taste. "Roland, are you already in the dining room?" he called out. Hopefully, Roland wouldn't mind the bandages that covered his face, or the fact that he'd walked in in what were more or less human clothes. Was it rude to wear human clothes to a feast? He wasn't really sure. He was still used to eating alone. "I saw you've been training your daughter out there; not taking it easy on her, are you?" [align=center]725[/align] |
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| Walid | Oct 8 2014, 08:31 PM Post #4 |
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It was yet another day for the Avatar of War… or was it night. He was completely baffled by how the skies looked. For a long time there was always one thing that the pink haired Zaunite dreamt for. He desperately wanted to reunite with his comrades from Zaun. Because he didn’t know where everyone was, he figured that there was always one place that he’d find them at. It was the place that he tried leading Raphael to. Walid managed to reunite with the Avatar of Life and Growth and the duo had been camping while they traveled to what seemed like their head quarters. The wind had just removed them of their fire that was slowly keeping the Avatar warm and Walid took it as the sign to get a move on. He was using his scouter as a map and the green screen told him that they were getting near. “Won’t be longer now,” the warrior said as he stood up from the wooden log that he was sitting on, “Just need to cross that hill.” It was easy to say that the pink haired Zaunite was excited; he can’t remember the last time everyone was together. Sure most of them met not too long ago, but Raphael wasn’t with them so it didn’t feel the same to him. “Have you even met Roland before?” the Avatar of War was curious, “He’s a great guy, you’ll like him--.” Suddenly before the pink haired Zaunite could even finish his sentence, his nose smelled something. He didn’t know what it was, but it smelled really good. Maybe there was a feast waiting for them when they got there? Either way, instead of keeping the conversation going, the Zaunite started to race. The snow around his ankles as he took each step made him cold, but his mind didn’t focus on it. The only thing that he could think of at that time was food. Everything else around him was no more. Finally Walid reached the top of the hill and leaped into the air. He was few feet into the air until he landed right on the porch and began to slide. He thought about stopping, but thought that it would have made a cool entrance if he continued. Unfortunately for him the door was closed to he was about to have some trouble. He tried to stop himself before he plowed through it, but couldn’t, he was unable to slide. The door slammed open as soon as he collided with it, almost breaking it off its hinges and still slid across the floor. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea… “Hey guys how’s it going!” he said as he saw the comrades, trying to ignore the fact that he was sliding. “Raphael and me are now here--.” Out of nowhere there was a wall, and the pink haired warrior collided with it. He stayed there like a lifeless doll for a moment and then finally came to. He slapped off the snow around his legs, shook his head and then greeted everyone with a smile. WC: 518 |
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| Raphael | Oct 8 2014, 09:24 PM Post #5 |
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It had been days… or weeks…. maybe a month? The Avatar of Life and Growth had completely lost touch with the concept of time. Walid had been leading the two in what seemed like a never ending cycle. Almost as if the duo had traversed into the abyss, but Raphael was still positive that their journey would be ending soon. At least his hopes were high. “That’s probably the hundredth time you’ve said that.” He spoke with a clear sense of sarcasm dipped with a pool of smartass. Gesturing his hands in angst to go forward, he pushed up from his snow covered log. “Another path to follow with the Pathfinder of War!” He said as his eyes rolled. The duo started trudging through the frozen path step by step. The hill wasn’t exactly far off, but they were atop a mountain, so just about anything along the skyline could be called a “HILL”. Ambiguity and vagueness seemed to be two traits that Walid overly excelled at, and Raphael hated it tremendously. It would probably be the end of the Avatar of War if he had to give ONE set of straightforward information without covering up the main points. Just for him to reveal piece by piece over the week. It was just simply frustrating. To the point that the only thing keep Raphael warm was his own temper. At least til the two met the peak of the “hill”. A lodge was nestled into the hillside. It was their destination without a doubt. Raphael could now feel and see their comrade’s life energies. It was a rare sight to see. The Avatars of Zaun finally in one place together. “Have you even met Roland before? He’s a great guy, you’ll like him--” “I don’t think I--” He began to reply, but the realization that his conversation partner was now already half way there. His mouth shut with a smile. He began stepping forward following in his partner’s wake. Stepping into the same path that Walid had made in the snow made thing so much easier. Walking through snow was a new experience, for it never occurred within Antilles. At least within it’s capital. “Finally here.” he mumbled with a sigh of relief. His hands met the door knob with a twist. The lodge was well kept and quite cozy at first glance. “About time we made it here. Only took us about what, a month? eh Wali--” The punchline personified itself with the still body of Walid resting against a wall. “eh Walid?” he picked back up with a laugh. WC:448 |
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| Roland | Oct 8 2014, 11:23 PM Post #6 |
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Ruby could smell her Dad’s cooking and she suffered through the pangs of hunger and the growling in her belly. As she lay on the couch, her entire body felt like a limp noodle. Her Dad had been drilling her since dawn and she was grateful for some rest and recovery. She heard a sound behind her, and both of her eyes flickered open. She sat up as a blonde haired man entered and headed towards the dining room. "Hey kid, good to see you," he said, in a soft voice like liquid honey. She was sure her heart stopped beating for a moment. Who was this mystery hunk? One of the Avatars. It then dawned on her, she knew this fellow. He looked different, oh-so-different. Instead of being a little dork with a wooden sword, he was a handsome warrior, rippling with muscle and pure beauty. “L-Lysses,” she said under her breath. In that moment, she ran off, her battered body suddenly alight by the fluttering of nerves. A boy, a cute one, had come. Here she looked like utter crap. Finding her room, she changed her clothes and fixed her hair. Dashing into the bathroom, she started to wash up. Downstairs she heard some more commotion, as some others entered. More Zaunites, no doubt. Once she was ready, descended the stairs. She wore Earthling clothes, a little white dress and a bright white bow to tie her fiery red hair back. She chose sandals for her feet. She hated her wardrobe, but it was better than stinky training clothes. Entering the dining room, she froze in front of a strange crowd, yer eyes falling upon the handsome face of Lysses. “H-Hi,” she said, blinking and trying to avoid her face going flush. Apparently, her dad her just introduced her to everyone. [align=center]***[/align] Roland stirred the vegetables, the aroma of their cooking filling his nostrils. Pleasant spices danced in his nose, along with the hearty mouth watering scent of cooking meat. The bird he served was called a chicken, and was probably the most commonly eaten meat he found on Earth. For good reason, not only was in inexpensive, but also delicious and versatile. Beside him, a grain known as rice cooked in a steamer device. A loud ping indicated that it was finished. He flipped the lid open, releasing a cloud of steam into the air. Fluffy white slivers of the gain filled the container and he began to spoon it onto a platter. Along with the cooked vegetables in meat. The meal he cooked was known as Stir Fry to the Earthlings, an apt name, and simple. In the dining room he set up the platter, and then returned to the cellar to fetch a cask of ale. He set that up, along with a few mugs. At that time, he heard Lysses’s footfalls. "Roland, are you already in the dining room?" Lysses said. "I saw you've been training your daughter out there; not taking it easy on her, are you?" “Aye, I’m in here,” Roland replied. He noticed that the Avatar of Passion had bandages on and smirked. “If I could get her to train as hard as you, she would surpass me in no time, no doubt. Good to have you back here kid. I heard about your little scuffle with Elric. Apparently, he left the planet to get away from you, or so that’s what he said to me. But, that was awhile ago.. before I left Earth to get my daughter back.” A moment later Roland heard a loud crash and saw Walid go sliding past. The pink-haired Avatar of War seemed to be covered in snow. Glancing behind him, out the window, Roland realized that the rain had turned fast to snow. Which figured, as they were high in the northern hemisphere in autumn. ”Dammit Walid, you better mop up all that snow. I just got done cleaning this place up and fixing the damages Elric and Lysses made! A moment later another Avatar entered the room. Roland thought for a brief second that it might be Elric, when he realized that this white-haired newcomer was far from the dark and broody fighter. There was something cheerful about him. ”You must be Raphael of Antilles. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Avatar of Gygesse,” Roland smiled and offered his hand out for a firm shake. The truth was, from the lore that Roland read as a youth, Talos and Gygesse had a strong relationship. Being that Wisdom and Nature often times ran hand in hand. Roland hoped that he could continue such a relationship with her Avatar. Roland served up plates of the Stir Fry to everyone. He also filled mugs from the cask of ale and slid them around the table. He raised his own mug up high. ”It’s good that we’ve all gathered here again. Enjoy your mea--dammit Walid can’t you wait until my words are done? Put your damn fork down. Anyways, as I was saying. We might be missing one of our allies, but we are stronger than ever and united. For those of you who don’t know her, this is my daughter Ruby.” Roland pointed to the red haired girl. ”H-Hi,” she said and entered the room, taking her seat at the table, next to Walid. Roland saw her wrinkle her nose at the Avatar of War, and then pass a dreamy look to Lysses. Oh, gods no. Roland took a long gulp of his mug and sat down himself, picking up his fork. [align=center]WC: 960 / 1,652 / 3,343[/align] |
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| Future Gohan | Oct 9 2014, 01:18 AM Post #7 |
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The Harbinger
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The spread consisted mainly of sweet looking rice, succulent pork, vegetables, and chicken on top of the rice. The ingredients mingled together on top of the plate to produce an interesting and pleasing aesthetic; Roland truly seemed to have been studying the culinary art. Lysses' stomach rumbled gently as the plates were doled out, accompanied by thick mugs of golden ale from the tap. He could feel his mouth watering already. Apparently, being the Avatar of Wisdom and Knowledge meant that you could learn exceptionally well. He didn't even know that Roland could cook anything other than stew, but the proof of his improvement was strewn across the table for all of them to see. They had all come together, drawn by the red strings of fate to a dinner table in the middle of an especially chilly Fall. Well, all of them except for Elric. Lysses and Elric had been engaged in an altercation a little over a month ago, due in no small part to their lingering friction. Elric had called him an unfit leader, and truth be told, he didn't see himself as a leader anyway. Roland was wiser, Walid was stronger, Raphael was more just, and Elric was more decisive. He wasn't the best at anything in their group. Lysses' lips pursed at the reminder that they were one man short for their otherwise warmhearted dinner. Instead of dwelling on it, he turned his gaze back to Roland, expression once again warm and pleasant. He was finishing up his speech on their union, mug raised high and tone upbeat. "For those of you who don't know her, this is my daughter Ruby," said Roland, nodding toward Ruby as she entered the room from the side. Lysses smiled in response to her obvious nerves. Ruby was not much younger than he was, relatively speaking. There was a world of difference between them, but he had been around her age around the time they'd met. It was interesting to see how far she'd come and how much she'd grown. He gave her a kind smile and a wink in an effort to steel her nerves. Hopefully, she wouldn't feel too out of place at a table filled with Avatars, and by extension, their respective patrons. Not all of their Patrons got along, but he doubted there would be too much trouble. Still, even at Ruby's age, Lysses had felt unnerved by the powers present in the other fighters in the world around him. He had been somewhat frightened upon arriving on Earth. He had been seventeen at the time, and thanks to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, he was now approaching twenty. It would not be long until his next visit, either. The training was too good to pass up. That said, he remembered how horrifying the universe had been to him when he'd first arrived. He hadn't expected it to be so vast, so endless; Ruby was still a preteen, and yet she'd seen more of the universe than most people ever would have. It was a horrifying thought, but one he chose not to dwell on. If she didn't feel comfortable, he was sure that the others would do their best to get her adjusted. She was Roland's daughter after all. Lysses raised his mug higher as Roland took his seat at the head of the table, gulping down the ale in unison with the rest of the group. The brew was sweet. Traces of honey and spice coasted down his throat, both quenching his thirst and leaving him aching for more. After a hearty couple of swallows, Lysses lowered his mug to the table, wiping his mouth with his arm and enjoying the aftertaste of the brew. He didn't know whether or not Roland had brewed it himself, but it certainly tasted delicious regardless. "Now, let's dig in!" he said, enthusiastically grabbing his fork and lifting the plate up towards his face. It was a bit crass and rude, but he hadn't eaten in quite a while. There was no way he was going to hold back in front of his friends; they already knew him anyway. The Phagian Berserker had a hunger that surpassed the limitations of lesser, mortal men. Thankfully, Roland had prepared them enough food to last a lifetime. His fork was scraping across the plate, shoveling food into the Phagian's mouth as fast as his hands could manage. Every now and then, he cast a wary glance toward Walid, as if trying to see whether or not he was outpacing his comrade. "Roland, this is -- unf -- really good!" he said, mouth full of food. "And here I was, thinki-- mrfg--ng you'd gone senile in your old age!" The chicken was tender, the pork was flavorful, and the rice added much needed substance to the meal, which was textured by the various vegetables that Roland had procured. Around the table, his friends continued to eat, but Lysses found himself slowly turning his attention toward Roland as the food on his first plate began to thin out. "And on the topic of old age, I had a question to ask you-- pretty imp--mngk-- important I guess," he said, mouth literally filled with rice and greens. "Walid and I are going to be entering the Room of Spirit and Time soon to get in a year of training before I head to Kelioux for the Winter. I was wondering if you'd like to-- mmmhm-- come to Kelioux with me?" He paused, swallowing the mouthful of food that he'd been chewing to death. His eyes were practically closed with contentment as he spooned himself another plate, using the one he'd just eaten off of in order to save himself some time. There were certain aspects of the gladiator lifestyle that just didn't fade so easily. He truly was a berserker. "I know it's sudden, but we wouldn't be leaving for about two weeks from today. A while back, I discovered some artifact on Namek, but I haven't been able to give it a good look. I actually brought it in my bag if you wanna take a look at it, see if you can't figure it out before we go and waste the time? It's some kind of old book, but I don't recognize the language at all," he said. At the same time, he nodded toward the lobby room, where his bag waited. "Ruby's free to come too, if she wants. I'm sure that the two of us could keep her safe." [align=center]1,135 / 1,860 / 4,478[/align] |
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| Walid | Oct 9 2014, 08:13 AM Post #8 |
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The Avatar of War was disappointed to see that no one would help him, especially Raphael. He thought that with all their time traveling together, the duo formed a bond of friendship. Either way he decided not to think about that to save himself from getting the wrong idea. While everyone was talking or rather catching up, the warrior took his time scanning the place for food. The smell attracted him, so he wanted to find the source. The pink haired warrior finally found his prize and without hesitation sat down and started eating. He didn’t even take a moment to see what he was stuffing his face with, but it was good nonetheless. He couldn’t remember the last time he ate something he didn’t make. Anything he made probably would be edible for normal people. He suddenly overhead Roland scolding him again, which made Walid angry again. Hey now you never said I couldn’t dig in! Regardless he paused for a moment so that his comrade could speak and his mind went elsewhere again. It wasn’t on food, but he got a flashback about their last meeting at the lodge. The gang was waiting for the Avatar of War to announce what happened on Zaun. Before he actually could they, a strange killer android attacked. To quickly get that off his mind, he decided to focus on another thing. “So you reunited with your daughter did you?” Walid said, surprisingly with his face not filled with food, “That’s amazing.” The warrior thought that it was nice that finally they were able to accomplish one thing. All they needed to do next was to get their home world back. After constantly thinking about that, the warrior suddenly remembered that he didn’t tell everyone about what he heard. Or at least he didn’t know if he did. Before he actually could though, the Berserker caught him off. He almost choked when he heard that he was going to spend a full year with Lysses, alone. You CAN’T be serious. While it would be a good chance to train, he wasn’t sure if it was worth putting up with his rival for that long. His comrade then mentioned a trip and heard the word Namek. That name caused Walid to shiver. He didn’t like that planet one bit and hated Lysses for sending him there. “Alright I think it’s time I said something, something I meant to last time,” the Avatar of War said, hoping that everyone was finished speaking, “Back when I was on Avalon, a general from the Planet Trade Organization contacted me. He bragged about slowly making us eat away at each other until it was easy for them to swoop in.” He didn’t want to dull their moment with something like that, but he couldn’t stop thinking about it. “So now I think it’s pretty clear what we need to do,” he said, took a sip from the ale Roland brought, and smiled, “But enough about that, today we have fun!” He knew that none of them probably wanted to after a message like that, but he wanted to get it in before someone could happen again. The android stopped him from last time and he wanted to announce his words. WC: 543 TWC: 1,061 |
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| Raphael | Oct 9 2014, 11:03 PM Post #9 |
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“A pleasure to meet you aswell, friend.” Raphael returned the smile while gripping Roland’s hand. “A fine feast that you’ve prepared. It’ll be good to finally eat something that is well cooked. Small meals within the forest can only do so much.” The avatar spoke with small chuckle as he pulled away.Now heading towards the pre set dining table, Raphael caught a better look at the spread for the evening. It was quite the site. He hadn’t seen anything like since his time back in Aeon. His family had feasts of this size every night, but it lacked the meat that this one held. The Antillesian people valued life to the point that killing any animal for substance was frowned upon. The only exception was fish, for Gygesse herself claimed that she made them to be food for the world of Zaun. Each fish held only a very very small strand of life; therefore, It was the only animal worthy of being eaten. All other animals held the same level of life as the Zaunites. They were loved and well kept across the land. A serene place yet only so much good came of it. Snapping back into the real world, Roland began to bless the food with a great speech. Somehow his message didn’t seem to be received by his audience. They just ate through it without any sense of listening, with the exception of Raphael and the young girl that joined them. The Avatar of Wisdom had to keep interrupting himself just to keep control of the floor. It was humorous yet infuriating at the same time. His words finally reached the destination that he had wanted. Ending on the introduction of his daughter, Ruby. “H-Hi,” The young girl spoke shyly. She looked like she was confident in her introduction, yet she spoke in a shy manner. Her eyes were locked on to Lysses. “The poor child has her eyes on the Lysses. Roland’s going to have his hands full with that.” Gygesse chimed in with concern. She shared Roland’s thoughts on the situation. He must have prayed under his breathe, or Gygesse was really good at picking up on such notions. “Now, Let’s dig in!” The Phagian’s words interrupted his last thoughts, but it cleared his mind to grab hold of the utensils aside his plate. Raphael began taking a bit of everything from each of the plates. He had never tasted most of the foods that adorned the table. Fish...fish...fish was the only meat he had eaten until now. His fork stabbed into the white meat. He pulled it to his mouth for a small bite. It was his first time to try this chicken that the Earthlings seemed sooooo fond of, and it was AMAZING. His eating pace began to accelerate just as his comrades. “This is--- truly---- amazing!” He rejoiced with his mouth filled to capacity. His words might have been hard to hear or even understand, and they didn’t need to be to convey his fillings. The smile on his face was more than enough to show his enjoyment in the meal. Food went from his plate to his mouth to his stomach in just seconds. It was almost as if he was racing the others to the finish. This giant feast that Roland worked so hard to prepare was being torn down in seconds. It went from FEAST to snack size with portions the portions in front of Lysses, Walid, and Raphael basically gone. “I can’t eat another bite. This, once again, was astounding!” his praise continued, but then he dropped into a slightly serious yet adventurous demeanor, “This talk of travel sounds interesting. I personally would love another trip to Namek. That place was simply beautiful, but if you all plan to go to this ‘Kalioux. I’d love to tag along. Seeing more of the Gods’ creations sounds enjoyable.” “Back when I was on Avalon, a general from the Planet Trade Organization contacted me. He bragged about slowly making us eat away at each other until it was easy for them to swoop in” Walid’s words brought the adventurous conversation to a stand still. Talking of Zaun always put the Avatar of Life and Growth on edge. He was sent to Earth to gather the Avatars and return to stop the war. A mission that sat close to his heart, but was so far out of reach for the moment. Walid had been keeping this information to himself since their travel began. The others needed to hear it at the same time, and now it was out in the open. “I always hate when you bring up such a serious topic then shrug it off. Our home is plagued by this Planet Trade Organization, and we are feasting, talking of travel, and just enjoying our peace…” Raphael’s temper flared. His hand reached out for the mug afront his body. Pulling it towards his mouth for the ale within to slide down his throat. Its flavour calmed him for the moment. “Sorry… For now let’s try to have fun. That can wait.” WC: 874 TWC: 1,322 Quest: 5,895 |
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| Roland | Oct 10 2014, 01:32 PM Post #10 |
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Desecrator of Pipes
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Mr. Popo let out a whimper. He wanted to stop his flight, to go back, but he couldn't. White lines of some sort of magical cortuption had begun to spread up his arms and into his chest. Whatever it was had hijacked his body completely. He was nothing more than a spectator to a horrible nightmare. Land rolled past beneath him, hills, mountains, plains and deserts. He was somewhere on the main continent, headed for the northern hemisphere. He saw dark storm clouds on the horizon. It had started with him sweeping in one of the storage rooms deep in the bowels of the Lookout. Kami had asked him to go cleanup down there as he had some research he needed to do. The venerable Master often had bad allergies, and dust made them far worse. So, Popo had done his due dilligence and went down there to sweep. He didn't know what the artifact was, it looked like a capsule of some sort, a strange technology. He bumped into the table with his large rump and it had fallen to the ground. When he went to pick it up, a white ooze shot out and took hold of him. As he tried to pull away, it only tugged harder and before he knew it his entire hand was enveloped. Now,it had spread into his being. He could feel it eating away at his magic. "Oh---Kami." The abomination took him down towards some lodge on a mountain side. Fresh snow fell in flurries towards the ground. Popo landed beside a window looking into a large dining hall. Inside, he noticed some of the Avatars of Zaun. A few of them had visited the Lookout before, and with Kami's blessing were allowed to enter the Room of Spirit and Time. Popo had seen them defending Earth and helping others, a good group. Just what was this Abomination up to? [align=center]***[/align] Roland could feel a general sense of happiness among the group as they ate his meal. The Zaunites all seemed to enjoy it greatly. Roland ate and rank merrily with them. It reminded him of the old days, of sitting around the mess hall with Harin and Kaye, laughing and trying to forget about all the evil and depressing things that lingered in the back of their minds. The Knights of Gram always had some war to fight, whether it be internally, or against the other forces of Zaun. A planet ravished by war, Zaun seldom saw any peace throughout its history. But, Roland was no longer a Knight of Gram. He served a higher purpose and didn't fight the wars of greedy despots. Lysses brought up traveling to Avalon. Roland didn't mind idea of returning there, as he had made a Keliouxian friend recently when he rescued his daughter. "I shall go to Kelioux with you to investigate this lead of yours. I have friend there, Gradius, former student of Grandmaster Adel. He might be able to help get us entrance into the secured parts of the libraries and temples there." Walid spoke next in turn, bringing up the sacking of Zaun. For the Avatar of Wisdom, it back some horrible memories, his friends and allies all dying. In his mind's eyes, he saw a beam of energy plowing through his wife's chest. He no longer blamed himself for her loss, nor did he feel regret, but forever he would feel the pain of that memory. His plate had been finished and his cup emptied. He sat back in his chair to muse on the subject of Zaun. "Zaun's fall to the PTO was horrible and I lost so much during that battle. But, I fought for Gram, not for Zaun. I think that's important to note. Zaun fell because it leaders couldn't put aside their differences and become united enough to take on a universal enemy. Our people, our race, is one of division and strife. We've always warred among each other. This has made us strong individually, but as a whole Zaun has a lot to learn. I often wonder, if its even worth it to liberate the people there, for they only would use freedom to resume the same old hatreds and wars. Part of me feels they need to live under opression longer, to learn their lesson. Unless someone we Avatars could guide them, to show them a path of freedom and cooperation. I just don't know," Roland said and frowned. No doubt for them, a reminder of their broken planet had soured the mood. Roland didn't blame Walid for bringing it up. In many ways, Roland knew they had been avoiding the subject of Zaun for too long. No one really wanted to see just how dark the situation was. They were Avatars after all, servants of their patron gods, rather than servants of the people of Zaun. They served the agenda of the gods, and to this point the gods had made no mention of a liberation. At least, Talos hadn't. So far, Talos has been quiet on the subject. Has any of your patron gods made any mention of a unified effort to relcaim Zaun?" Roland felt a cold wind hit him, and he turned to see the window open. Strange, he was sure he had locked it. Without warning, he was pushed from his chair by an invisible force. Telekinesis? He tumbled through the air and slammed hard agianst the wall. From the open window the big black genie that he had seen at Kami's Lookout entered the room. His bulbous body moved erratically, and for some reason he held Roland to the wall with titantic strength. "Y-Your s-soul issss mineeee," Popo said, his voice a ragged whisper. He followed up with a differnt voice, one deep and sad. "Oh, Kami." Roland gritted his teeth, fighting against the force. No doubt one of his fellow Avatars would rise up to stop the creepy black genie. Roland then noticed the white lines on Popo's arm. They seemed to be squirming and moving. What the hell is that? [align=center]WC: 1,015 / 2,667 / 6,910[/align] |
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| Future Gohan | Oct 10 2014, 03:43 PM Post #11 |
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The Harbinger
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Lysses listened to the others as they elaborated on their thoughts and feelings about the developing situation on Zaun. Admittedly, he'd been thinking about it as well. It found ways to creep in during the wee hours, when he was laying down to sleep or preparing to get some rest. With the thoughts that had been cooking on the backburner finally coming to the front of the stove, Lysses refused to glance down at the remaining food on his plate. Admittedly, he seemed to be the only one still eating, which was fine, if not a little awkward. His fork scraped against the glass as his eyes darted around the table, examining his allies. Walid seemed to be casual about the situation, if not stoic. He spoke with a deliberate calmness in his tone, extrapolating on the information he'd been holding on to as carefully as possible. It was unlike him to speak so easily and normally, but the situation warranted it, and so it was understandable. Usually, Walid spoke in an excited, sometimes frustrated rush of words and phrases. Lately, however, he had taken a turn. What had once been childish enthusiasm was now becoming adult vigor; it had been an interesting change to have noticed. Raphael was more frustrated, which was understandable. It was likely that he could feel every life lost. Lysses could only imagine how infuriating it must have been for him to see such inaction, and being the Avatar of Passion, he could imagine it pretty vividly. Instead of speaking out on it, he let the conversation come full circle, turning his gaze to Roland as he sought to speak on the subject of their home world and the thoughts of their Patrons. Argus hadn't spoken to him since his fight with Elric, and prior to that, he had been silent for a number of months. The Patron of Passion and Instinct had been distinctly passionless, at least in regards to his host, since going to Namek. He continued to bless Lysses with his gifts and prowess, but there was no guidance to be sought after. He had never before heard of a Patron going silent on their Avatar, but it was something that he hadn't questioned. It was likely that Argus would speak to him when he found it necessary. Lysses put his plate down. The air had suddenly shifted. The window creaked open and the world around them fell into slow motion. He had just barely felt the change; now, it seemed as if he'd felt it too late. Roland was knocked from his chair with an unceremonious crashing sound, flung into the wall by an unseen foe on the other side of the window. Lysses shot up, standing with his hands at his hips like a wild west gunfighter ready to draw. His chair clattered to the ground, knocked back by the sudden motion. Mister Popo's ghastly body stepped through the window, covered in a thick, foreign material. He could see the strange substance running up the Djinn's arms and over his exposed chest and face, forming ghostly looking lines over his typically black skin. "Shamshire take me," he mumbled, leveling a hand at the crazed Genie's chest. A gout of golden flame shot free of Lysses' fingertips, breaking across the space between he and Popo in a vague effort to take the Genie down before any harm could be done. Things had just gotten unexpectedly dangerous. He should have seen it coming; was he not the Avatar of Instinct? No, he couldn't possibly have been expected to sense everything. He was not the old God inside of him. "Roland, are you alright?!" he called, turning to examine the older man with some degree of worry. The slam didn't seem like it would have hurt too much, but it wasn't easy to gauge. "Ruby, get out of here before he changes targets; Raphael, Walid, on me!" [align=center]674 / 2,534 / 7,584[/align]
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