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Act 1 : Silent as a Grave of Shadow; Act 1 : KoEN's Revival
Topic Started: Jun 1 2012, 02:32 AM (204 Views)
Amë Torrent

It was bare.

It was a shock, really. There was no coffin, no stone effigy, no anything. It had taken her a moment to take the bareness of its gray walls--and for a Torrent, that meant a lot.

She had materialized from within her brother's spell and into a mostly empty space, littered here and there with trinkets from another time; but truly, what was so grave-like about this place? The thought of her sibling's final resting place being thus empty--of his own death--struck her as sterile, almost laboratory-like and, although it was akin to the preoccupations of her legacy, something about it made her heart squirm deep within her.

She watched the blank space on the floor for a time, her mind flourishing with a myriad of thoughts, and with the opening and closing of alternate thought strings, she slowly became aware of the lack of Silence. Her brow furrowed, being assaulted by various unknowns she had not been aware of even existed... Had Umbra always been this alone?


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Coming to face him completely, the Torrent's head tilted backwards, missing the shinning beacon of his hidden emotions with the closing of two azure pinpoints upon her face. Slowly, they were extinguished, the beating of her own heart echoing ominously in her ears to drown out even his precious questioning from the forefront of her awareness.

Slower, slower, each heartbeat went until within her own mind she discerned the exact measure--the cipher of time. Luminous ghosts appeared behind her lids, the flurry of synapses and the crawling sensation of an apparition's fingers sliding over her skin, bringing forth a hyper-sensitive hearing of the universe around her. A grand pulse issued forth from a point in the center of her being, rippling outward through the space between atoms; a cresting wave ridden by her awareness outward in a sonar.

The feeling skirted across all things, unable to penetrate those which had a will of their own--and with a grim satisfaction, she determined many things about this unknown land. It would be a good place to start...

An oncoming rush of sound was the only warning for the grip of water around her form, melding with the cloak that now shifted within the forming of an upward shard which held her up within its uneven depths. The more the sonar traveled, the less her body responded, until the whole of the planet had been surveyed with her 'cursory glance'.

Closed lids lit up from underneath with the icy glare of a sudden intensity, the sign of a connection being made with the flickering emotions of a shadow that stood before her.

... I am aware a long time has passed... But there are those who were and still might be loyal to our old world. Fetch them. We will begin our conquest here...

In the meantime, she would explore this world...
Edited by Amë Torrent, Jun 17 2012, 02:27 PM.


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|~|"Fetch"...? The stray dog's strut was as noticable as his distaste for his sister's current air. He'd left her at the nonagon to do her business while fulfilling what little needs he had. It was his own qualms with authority figures that birthed his sour disposition, yet still he pressed on as her manic mutt. Where could he possibly begin though? The Atlantian was surely long gone; there was no way he'd beget the Shihai for assisstance (the weakling); that angelic monstrosity was lost to the sands of time much like the Silence which brought them all together. Ah, that's it. The Silence was the answer. For the last time he'd seen and conversed with that clusterfuck of ideals and imagery he was within a crimson kingdom belonging to none other than their second generation "Love".|~|

|~|Albeit, in his mind the second could not possibly hope to compete with the first's infectious "sweet scent". Though through the haze of smells and perfumes his memory could invoke, he passed into the potion shoppe of Amore. Surely there would be a hint or a glimmer of her here. Some artifact he could use to trace her movements from beyond the stars. Over rotting wood and lascivious limbs of plants, he treked and halted. Overhead he heard the cries of a moo-cow. The lazy, blue bovine stood in his path, gnawing relentlessly on the weeds that populated the shoppe. With little head room to go over her and too much debris to go around, he toyed with the idea of going beneath her and risking being stomped to death. I can't just wait for you to move.... Obviously time was of the essence and yet, still, the answer seemed obvious. It was right in front of his face. How would some azure cow fair against the blade of such a refined warrior? Sure, the beast had its own provisions of battle, horns and hooves, yet could it face the cold metals of his fury? And I do like me some cow... A swift inhalation through the nostrils, the boy was getting ready to spit fire when common sense struck him in the back of the dome in the form of a falling beam.|~|

|~|Ugh, ok, so I can't burn the place down just to get the cow to move. The unfaltering gaze of the bovine stayed on the youth, dissecting his very being with their unblinking tenacity. Smarter than the average bear, let alone the brain dead bovines flooding into slaughter houses, this magical moo-cow didn't have the patience to deal with the wandering shadow. It moo'd once more, more menacingly than before, as the plants around the youth began to wriggle and writhe. If not for his feet's sensitivity to seismic stimuli he would not have noticed. And although he did, his first instinct was to leave it to coincidence. Still, he could not help but remember There is no coincidence in fate... Surely this ruinous kingdom had fallen into some, less-than-capable hands if one of its noblemen was having so much trouble trying to get past a simple cow. NEEEE SAMAAAA~~ His thundrous voice startled the bovine, which moo'd as loudly as it could, causing a furious flurry of flora to fling forward toward him, ensnaring his limbs and torso in some sort of cacoon. His ankles were taken out first which left him little time to jump or evade the wave of greenery that soon enveloped his physical being. Upside down and hanging by a thread of green, the Naught simply stared at his captor, now calm and collected, still gnawing away at the same curd of grass it had been for who knows how long. Still, at least his distress signal had gone out.|~|
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|~| NEEE-SAAAAMAAAAAA~|~|

A flicker of awareness, a string of thought, located the troubled Naught and, for a moment, it contemplated pausing the Torrent's current musings--but really, the experienced young man she'd come to know as an adoptive sibling should be able to keep himself out of trouble long enough for her to come back.

Did I say come back? Yes, for a revolving behemoth of a golden halo left deafening traces of air being cut by its resplendent metal, hovering firmly just above and beside the Nonagon Table. Bellow, the shard that was Amë Torrent was slowly being sucked upwards by its gravity, atomizing the particles which made up her protection. She had been slowly plotting a course for 'home' where she knew one heart, at least, would follow her into the unknown. Someone she could trust, asides her old comrade, wouldn't be a bad idea.

"You'll just have to hang in there, Umbra... There are things to be done," it took her a moment to realize that although the words held aloft a strong sense of truth, there was something in the back of her mind which left her bemused: she was feeling as if their worlds had shifted, slowly drifted apart. This troubled her, as we might all be troubled at the distance between siblings--let's not go down that venture, shall we? Amë shook her head, feeling the remnant of past events curl up in her heart at the mere mention of the word.

There were just some things that, perhaps, only time couldn't heal.

The structure above her picked up in speed, forming the illusion of a sphere with small currents of light arching around the vacuum. Filaments, strings of plasma, touched on the ground around them softly, tracing and leaving a glyph bellow the Gate as if by some guiding hand whilst Amë's body was sucked within the center of the halo. With a sudden outward flash and a strange small sound, the Gate began to recede in energy and movement. Within the center, where there should have been a dense mist and the body of the Torrent, there was Naught but void.

For now, Miss Amë Torrent had left.
Edited by Amë Torrent, Jun 27 2012, 12:35 PM.


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There are only two things which are truly selfless, love and hate, you must simply serve yourself.

|~|In the stillness that lingered after the bitchy bovine's mooing, the Naught's Eye had caught the golden glimmer of the..."gate"(?) which was guzzling his savior. To his utter disappoint and dismay, she had not been fighting valiantly to heed his beck and call but willingly offered herself to the gaping maw of power hovering over her. And just as suddenly as it had appeared to consume her, it had succeeded and vanished, abandoning the Naught and this Ruinous place once more. OH!! I SEE NOW!! A "brother" can't get any love! Gotta keep your priorities straight, eh, oh, wise, capricious, Torrent?!? With an aggravated sigh he stared, inverted, at his captor, still gnawing away at the crude curd. This is your fault you... There was no need to berate the cow! Don't project your insecurities and angers on other people, aged youth. Struggling internally, the creature let out another aggravated groan before summoning forth his magick will. A quick stream of fire to burn through the vines--But wait, I'm still hanging here... The streams of power should have left no shortage of mana for which he could feed upon,he could see it belo-- abov-- underground, flowing and tumultuously turning under the crust. Perchance a specific dead zone? An elemental... It would not hurt to try simply manipulating the water within instead of burning it asunder.|~|

|~|It was here that he'd noticed it. Where previously the fire and flames had not even been birthed into existence, the magick energies which spewed from the Naught were siphoned and gluttonously consumed by his captor. You're full of shit... Upside down and furious, the thrashing thing began and ended yet another temper tantrum. How can I get this stupid thing to let me go... Oh, how the (self-proclaimed) mighty have fallen. Trapped in a magical dead zone maintained by a miniscule moo-cow, Shoujax Naught was seemingly robbed of his supernatural capabilities. Lo, this would not be the last time he was found in such a predicament, and surely 'twas not the first. In through his nostrils and past his lips, his breath cycled through while the man-child recited the lessons embedded into his bones by those few whom he considered "teachers". Master your senses, what you taste and smell, what you see, what you hear. In all things be a master of what you do, say and think. Be free. Are you quiet? Quiet your body. Quiet your mind...|~|

|~|In an attempt to accentuate his already inhuman body's limited strength through psionic manipulation known as "Rise", the youth was attempting to give himself a boos in strength so he may physically remove his bonds. Yet each and every attempt he made seemed futile. The cow moo'd relentlessly, stirred by the sudden silence of the once thrashing toddler, tightening its indirect grip upon his slender form. It seemed that his prison could not be escaped internally by will of the yaking guard. No....that's not true, it's... He would find the strength to exit these tightening bonds, the subtle, gutteral moos which confined him could not hold him forever. All life is in competition, where one thing exists, there cannot be another. As he'd been doing the youth breathed in through his nostrils, and exhaled through his mouth, concentrating. There are only two things which are truly selfless, love and hate, you must simply serve yourself. Centering his will and placing his concentration on the task at hand, as it should have been long ago. Failure is not a sign of weakness, it is weakness, conceal it and none shall know of yours. Nay, in his stores of philosophy these were currently obstacles to be removed, taken out of context. All things must feed and destroy in order to grow and prosper. Somewhere in this darkness, was the truth he needed, something embodied with simplicity and fact. It is only through interaction, through decision and choice, through confrontation, physical or mental, that your strength can grow within you.|~|

|~|Aye, there's the rub. This scenario was predestined by the heart of all that live. An obstacle to be overcome in the weakness of his mind. Magick was his crutch, a skill easily harnassed and channeled through various conduits in the stead of his genetically modified gifts. If he were to take his place as the Shadow he needed not to "be" the shadow, but the thing that casts it across the floor. An air of self-satisfaction dominated the atmosphere, previously thick with prudish frustrations and internal blocks. Fixed on the guard, cinnabar orbs peered past what they were designed to see within the visible spectrum. His skin screamed at him about the cows anatomy, dissecting it alive slice by slice. In its own moment of weakness, the Naught would strike he simply needed to fish. Minutes seemed to pass like hours, and the hours drug on for eternity until finally the cow decided to swallow the wad of wet foliage in its mouth. With a tenacious flare his eyes lit ablaze and caused the curd to expand and halt in the cow's esophagus with naught but a thought. Through a less rehearsed Psi which the user freely manipulates the physical world surrounding them, the Naught choked out its captor. Granted the frantic, stampeding cow thrashed in a futile attempt to gasp for air. His bonds tightened and his own supply of air and blood was being blocked, yet the inhuman humanoid focused his will and ignored his husk's weakness. Finally, after a few moments of struggling and hectic heaving, the cow lay down, defeated, awaiting the touch of reddened death. The Naught's bonds loosened and he dropped to the ground, gasping for breath as he released the chunk of curd from his own metaphysical grip.|~|

|~|Twas a sad day indeed, when our supposed hero would feel such an undeserved sense of pride and accomplishment from outsmarting some cow. His skull was sore, but by the time he'd found his way right-side up, the Naught was too enthralled in his success to care about the connotations of his failure. Surely, in the current moment, he was far too grateful to be abandoned by the sole survivor of the Torrents. Any witness to this calamitous clamoring against a cow would be a loose end. Carnivorous and thirsty for a primal satisfaction, the Naught was readying himself to slay his captor when a foreign voice found its way to influence his decision.|~|

Nay, wayward traveller, smite me not. I had not intended to entrap you forever, simply until my meal was over....

|~|Stopped in his tracks, the filthy-soled soldier gazed down to the brown eye of the blue bovine, staring up at him empathetically beseeching him. Oh, fuck this... Not even entertaining the idea that this thing was sentient enoughto have a conversation, the man's soles rose once again to release a burst of his power, enhanced by Rise, to completely crush its skull. Yet, still, the thing prodded at his psyche.|~|

Nay! I wish thee no har--

|~|YOU CAN'T OPEN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH?! Leg still hovering ominously over the cow's skull, wary of its horn, the Naught physically spoke out to the thing. You can't let somebody know of your intent after ensnaring them?! You knew all I--No, no, I'm talking to a cow, to dinner...|~|

NAY!! I am not to be consumed! Mine is a proud race which will reward you for your sympathy and mercy....T-to the North! That's where you want to perfect your power.

|~|Oh~ Moo cow is smarter than it cares to let on. It had sensed the youth's apprehensiveness toward his skill in freely manipulating the world using psi instead of magick. Lowering his foot in a non-threatening pose, he let the cow raise its head and simply retorted with a Go on...|~|

To the north, the land loses its luster that we all so freely feed upon! My ancestors crossed the great void of which I speak and descended unto us the ability to--to speak with you! To be sentient beings instead of fodder for the wolves like our weak, old and dumb. We--we too can tap into the resevoir beneath us to manipulate the world, even nullify the ability in those around us. Yet only those bodacious brethren of mine who lingered in the void do not need this survival skill. Instead they harnessed and mastered their physical forms, as you attempt!! I speak the truth, outlander!!

|~|The creature could tell Naught's patience was running thin, his psi still focused internally so he may Rise up and end this cow's suffering. So you expect me to believe you and your entire species have psi...yet yours is limited due to a...choice too more freely manipulate mana instead? Silence followed, for the cow could only insinuate what the youth meant by "psi" and "mana". In fear of choosing the wrong answer the creature remained still and made no sound, immobile on the ground. The wriggling beneath his soles had not gone unnoticed, the bovine simply biding time for it to 'magically' manipulate plant matter. It was a curiosity that he wanted to satiate so he let it go on. Fine then, bovine, I will spare you this once and take heed your wisdom. Yet let me offer you a message, a warning, that you may take back to your clan or any feuding foes you might have in the area. My own cult is amassing together to take this place. You are all free to join us, and cooperate, as you have so wisely chosen to do today. Or you may perish and sedate our hunger; like the commodities you are.|~|

|~|Another exercise in manipulating his environment, gravity struck down on the shoppe's interior causing the weight of those inside to increase exponentially. The air pressure itself was enough to crush bone, yet the Naught and bovine remained, the former's body accustomed to the changes in gravity and weight through his magick manipulation. The cow, however, knocked out shortly after he'd begun. The signal obviously being the cow's bodily signals and the lack of writhing from the plant matter still surrounding the shoppe. It was now, after his mind was taxed considerably, that the boy remembered his task to "fetch". Obsidian plasma leaked from his nostrils and tainted his sense of smell while he continued to breathe in and out, gazing about for some sort of artifact left behind. And there it was, just behind the snoozing corpse of the cow: an ever familiar looking-glass...His fingers tapped across its dusty, reflective surface while his heart beckoned out to the universe. Hello??|~|
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Act 1: Night's Decrescendo
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