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Galen gently touched Link's brow, and Link could... feel him. Feel his emotions - his penned-up anger and hatred; his sense of failure; his love of Juno; and ever-so-faintly, Link could feel the Force through him.
The voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground
Icarax's paitience snapped.
"Are you going to stand there Ravage and stare at the ceiling or are you kill that pathetic piece of space junk floating towards us?"
Icarax strode off, found a table and began to destoy it in a somewhat leisurely manner.
edited 3rd Jun '11 4:06:00 PM by biomechtraveler
sword of promised halp
The mark on his hand glowed, and in response, Galen began to feel Link’s emotions – his pain at losing every friend he ever had. His sense of failure at the destruction of his land. The confusion and terror of a child lost in an unrelenting world. Sorrow far greater than most beings had a right to feel –
And then a sense of calm, a sense of Courage infused him – the feeling that nothing would ever get him down, no matter what. A sense of bittersweet triumph. No hatred, not anymore.
A small sense of hope for the future.
Link opened his eyes. “Do you understand? Have Courage, Galen.”
“Face yourself, your feelings of guilt, your Dark Side, as I did –“
He smiled.
“And win.”
edited 3rd Jun '11 4:20:34 PM by troydenite
'Being around you guys makes me go "wtf" instead of pondering the ever increasing dread of time' - EchoingSilence, 2023
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Galen breathed deeply, his hand still at Link's brow, and he could feel a sense of great calm settling on theme. He closed his eyes, then opened them, and said, "I am one with the Light Side... thanks, my friend... Link... my saviour."
The voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground
sword of promised halp
"Saviour?" His voice was soft and gentle.
"Nay, Galen. You have saved yourself. The time of my heroic acts is past now. I am the saviour of my home land...."
"But nothing else. I merely showed you the way."
"For it was your own choice, whether to heed my advice, or to cast it aside."
"Now be at peace."
edited 3rd Jun '11 4:24:53 PM by troydenite
'Being around you guys makes me go "wtf" instead of pondering the ever increasing dread of time' - EchoingSilence, 2023
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Galen lowered his hand from Link's brow, and offered it to him.
The voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground
Wild Horse
Eta didn't show up in the Amphitheater... In fact, no other Nomad would be able to feel him as he had discarded all connections with them, the pretense over with. He simply disappeared from their metaphorical radars... He had achieved his goal, and now nothing would stop him from enacting vengeance. Having cast aside his position as a Nomad, he then disappeared. Yes, he was able to regain clarity and intelligence, regaining what he had lost those countless millenias ago to the being that tempted him from his previous duty with the forbidden apple of knowledge. He had accepted... and horrible consequences occurred. It was too late to set them right, though he had enough wit to ensure all wasn't lost before he completely succumbed to his Nomad self, installing an inheritor to his previous position.
The enigmatic being discarded the title of Eta to assume his old mantle, one that he forgotten over the long passage of time spent with the others. "I am..." The chained figure erased the tools of bondage by consuming them somehow, dissipating the mystic chains into particles and consuming them like candy. "I am..." At the utterance of his name caused an indeterminable item to appear in front of his eyes, rectangular and flat. It was pitch black save for a single line of writing on it. Reading the line, what appeared to be a crack in the dimensional rift opened up, blindingly bright and warm, though in a good way. "Home..." With that utterance, he disappeared through the portal to his own safe heaven... a place he left behind so long ago. He was incredibly touched and guilty that it remembered him after he abandoned it, and cried silently as he reappeared into what was an endless grass field under a starry sky, the field dotted with what appeared to be cardboard boxes. Thank you... He thought as he laid on the cool grass, letting the tears fall free.
Always be ready to do the unusual and unexpected.
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Sigma was fiddling with a book.
The voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground
After smashing, ripping and disentergrating all the tables in the common room, Icarax began to feel bored; then he had an idea that might work out:
Lets start a fight
edited 3rd Jun '11 7:02:43 PM by biomechtraveler
Outside the complex, on the airless and lifeless surface of the dead planet which served as the home of the Nomads and prison for their Champions, no life stirred. The surface rumbled and faint fissures opened as the gargantuan form of Unicron drew nearer, the Chaosbringer's potent gravitic field wreaking havoc upon this world even from so great a distance; even had this world not lacked an atmosphere capable of supporting life, nothing could possibly have survived the nascent cataclysm which spread across its surface at the Dark God's approach.
As such, if anyone had bothered to direct their attention beyond the complex and towards the great array of arcane obelisks some distance away, they might have been faintly surprised to notice a tiny speck of movement near the base of one of those crackling monoliths, faint yet clearly visible through the haze of divine energies even from such a great span. Even more bizarre, had the observer been a Nomad or something of a similar nature, they would have noticed that—while this distant entity was clearly visible to the naked eye—it had no presence whatsoever, like a mirage or an illusion; simultaneously real and yet unreal until either case was proven—a Schroedinger's cat in cobalt hue. But was this because it did not actually exist and was simply a byproduct of Unicron's imminent attack, or because those perceiving it did so with flawed senses?
Speculation for another time, perhaps, for the creature itself was not concerned with such things; far more intriguing matters demanded its attention. Though the obelisk near which it stood was an utterly colossal construct, reaching high into the sky and wreathed in crackling, dangerous energies of an arcane nature, the figure was not overly concerned; after settling into a brief crouch it leapt straight up the side of the mighty device in a single bound, unmolested by the structure's corona of divine lightning, to alight on its apex with marked grace and alacrity. A tiny speck at the top of the world, it clasped its hands together in the small of its back and craned its head back to look at the rapidly-swelling shape of the distant planet eater.
Cadaverously thin lips pressed together in a faint smile as a small patch of the sky behind Unicron turned from its natural hue to a rippling silver; though the distortion appeared no bigger than the diameter of its thumb from this distance, the creature knew that this spacial warp was quite large indeed—and that whatever came through would be utterly massive.
The being known as Dis Baba chittered in satisfaction and waited for the fireworks that it knew would ensue. With the task it had been required to fulfill completed and its own survival ensured beyond any shadow of a doubt, there was little more to do than sit around and wait for the 'gods' to give it one hell of a show.
After spinning the chains overhead several more times in order to build up sufficient speed and momentum, Lambda cast the great links through the shimmering pool in his roof like a champion fisherman casting out a line, or a cattle rustler from the American Old West tossing his lariat in order to ensnare an unruly steer.
The creature's grin widened as the silver patch of space flared with sudden radiance, and a thin line of cool grey shot out from the distortion towards Unicron in what appeared to be slow motion. Yet appearances were often quite deceptive; for the Chains of Judecca to be visible at this distance, they must have been many miles thick and hundreds if not in length, and they would have to have been moving at a truly staggering fraction of the speed of light in order to cover the vast gulf between the Chaosbringer and Lambda's portal in so short a time.
The great chain lashed out from behind towards Unicron's surface, curving slightly in the gravity of the sapient planetoid and snaking ever onwards, seemingly infinite in length. Had the Chaosbringer possessed an atmosphere capable of carrying sound—and it was not impossible that he did—the cacophony of clattering and jangling links the size of continents would doubtless have been deafening. The mighty length of chain arced towards one of the Dark God's mandibles, twining around the mountainous appendage countless times in a grip as tangled as the fabled Gordian Knot and tighter than the coils of a mythic python.
In his sanctum, Lambda took a moment to wrap the chains around his hands, securing them in multiple loops about his palms both to keep it from sliding free of his grasp and to ensure that he would be able to exert the maximum force. He tugged lightly at the line a few times to make sure that the chains were not about to break free.
Nodding to himself in satisfaction, the argent Nomad spread his legs wide and planted his feet firmly on the ground. Then, after taking a breath to steady himself and rolling his shoulders to make sure they were limber, the silver deity grit his teeth and began to pull. The Chains of Judecca went taut as the Nomad exerted his force, pitting all the force of his divine musculature to bear on this task; beads of sweat began to roll down his face, and veins of silver energy bulged across his body, flaring with internal radiance in mute indication of the strain.
In space, the effects were immediately apparent; the Dark God would feel a sudden and incredible pressure pulling sharply on his left mandible, and soon Unicron would begin to turn in place—slowly at first, but with increasing speed as Lambda put his back into it.
Atop the crackling spire, Dis Baba slowly began to clap; the creature was quite pleased by this turn of events. The only question now, then, was who would top this display? Who would make the next move?
The Danse Macabre Codex
The silver light was briefly overpowered by a flash of purple light. In front of Lambda floated a purple post-it note hovered for him to read. All that was written on it was Want some help?
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Link shook Galen's hand warmly, smiling.
'Being around you guys makes me go "wtf" instead of pondering the ever increasing dread of time' - EchoingSilence, 2023
— The vast being strained against the chain, attempting to destroy it at the sub-atomic level with His energies. As Unicron did this, the maw that ate all things opened again, its unhallowed blaze roaring into the portal and out the other end. The voice spoke to Lambda now, deafening in its volume. —
You are not merely fighting for survival...
—-
— In the darkened halls of the Nomadic complex, fifteen mixed uniform figures ran. One single purpose, as dictated. Their weapons and bodies (if they could be called that) were ready. It would not be long before they reached the door marked with the letter which spoke of endings. —
I've had enough of this rubbish.
Icarax grabbed a table leg, increased its weight by 10 times and hurled it at Link.
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The table leg stopped in mid-flight, then turned back and flew towards Icarax. "Cease, being of darkness," warned Galen.
edited 5th Jun '11 2:49:52 AM by desdendelle
The voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground
Puny fool, you are the one who will die.
Icarx deflected the table leg and moved in for single combat.
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Galen ignited his lightsaber, the green blade illuminating his face. "Cease, Makuta Icarax. I will not fight you willingly, especially now, but if you attack, I will do the best to dismember you. I shall not warn you again."
The voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground
sword of promised halp
Icarax would find the blade of the Master Sword at his throat.
"Cease this pettiness, Icarax. You will not harm him, and if it's a fight you want....."
Link grabbed Icarax with the Golden Gauntlets and threw him towards the adjacent wall with enough force to shatter stone, before running in and aiming a slash at the Master of Shadows.
"Try me."
edited 5th Jun '11 2:46:27 AM by troydenite
'Being around you guys makes me go "wtf" instead of pondering the ever increasing dread of time' - EchoingSilence, 2023
Phi stares at the giant planet-eater. " It comes down to this, huh?" Phi said with a sigh.
~
Narumi wakes up. "So... are we dead yet?" Narumi asked.
Did you know this section has a character limit?
"No. Although Icarax wants us to be."
They do have medals for almost, and they're called silver!
Wild Horse
Yazata called up a screen that depicted the approaching planet eater, frowning as he watched the colossus approach. On one hand, he didn't exactly want to show himself in front of the Nomads, due to the fact that he detested their presence, or at least most of them. On the other hand, the Champions, particularly Natsu, would be consumed if they didn't have as much advantages as possible. Frowning, the former Nomad decided it was in his best interest to help out, at least for now. Afterwards... he would settle the score.
Picking himself off of the infinite lawn, he lovingly looked at the dimension he resided in before opening a spacial tear in the dimensions. Forgive me... I must leave once more. He apologized in advance before walking through the tear.
Always be ready to do the unusual and unexpected.
"Ah, Zeta," Lambda ground out, his tone one of levity in spite of the notable strain running through his voice. "I was wondering if I was the only one to realize the severity of the threat we now face. Pray tell, has Tau finished gathering you all?"
As he said these words, the silver Nomad took a single step backwards, an act that took several seconds to complete due to the tremendous force pulling on the Chains of Judecca from beyond his portal. Holding Unicron in place was proving to be a rather tiring task; though he had only been pulling at the Dark God for what must have been a few minutes, to him it felt like a life time. Despite his best efforts, the links were slipping and sliding back and forth within his grasp, their motion leaving large friction burns and gashes in his palms; vital fluids the colour of mercury, the argent deity's divine blood, swiftly began to stain the chain, making it more difficult to maintain his grasp on them.
Yet he did not relent; the chains were wound tightly enough about his hands that even if they did slip out of his grasp they would not go far, and even though his every muscle felt strained to the breaking point from the tremendous exertion of will and strength required to keep the Chaosbringer locked in place, even though his palms were torn and bloody from the constant motion of his improvised cosmic lasso, he had endured far worse pain than this in his past. He simply grit his teeth and attempted to bear it out as best he could.
Intense light and heat were nothing new to Lambda, and it required but a simple snapping of his head to slide the goggles back down over his eyes, protecting them from the brunt of the illumination. He did not bother replying to Unicron's assertion, for there really was no point; in a short while, it would not matter at all.
A flick of one wrist sent part of the remaining length of chain out towards the portal, and now both ends would be out there in space...
The Chains of Judecca, owing to both the divine energies with which they had been initially wrought and the cosmic forces imbued into them with their reforging at Lambda's hands, were proving rather difficult to destroy; though Unicron lashed at them with his chaotic and destructive energies, the chains weathered his assault without acquiring so much as a hint of discolouration. They would not last forever, granted, but they could withstand this onslaught for a truly stupendous span of time.
The other end of the length came shooting out of the portal now, cracking towards Unicron's surface like a whip longer than most continents. It lashed across the northern hemisphere of the planetoid, gouging a long fissure into the metal planes and plates which stretched across a span of several thousand kilometres and leaving countless deadly blossoms of massive silver explosions in the wake of its passing; though largely superficial, the damage should at least have been enough to get the Dark God's attention.
edited 5th Jun '11 3:04:28 PM by SullenFrog
The Danse Macabre Codex
FINAL ATTACK RIDE: TH-TH-TH-THUMP!
edited 5th Jun '11 3:06:59 PM by Psyga315
The words on the post-it note glow white before they change, forming new letters and words. Yeah hes started. Not everyone is showing up though. I'm there though. Next came the sound of a note being ripped off of something as a second Post-it note fell off of the first. It hit the ground and then started to fold and change. It grew much larger then should be possible, folding and bending as what was once paper now looked much more metallic. The once post-it note now formed two robotic arms coming up out of the floor. They grabbed on to the chain and started pulling, gears turning and servos whirring.
"Force thing I presume Galen?"
To Be Updated when I'm not Lazy