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Edited by ChaiseShadows:
6/18/2016 2:54:36 PM
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5oo years they have lived this symbiosis, 500 years and 3 deaths, not very long in the world they now are a part of but long enough to work as efficiently as is possible.
Dirae had known it wasn't Edmond, it reeked of taint, not used car salesman,it's gait was wrong and although she hadn't seen him fall she knew he'd have broken something on the way down. The closer he advances the more she feels the pressure , leaving her unable to do anything . A slick cold sensation crawled over her skin, her mouth went dry and her eye's began to tear. Trembling she focuses on the shade.
[i] I..can't...you...must..[/i]
[b] You know what happens if I can't get you back..a soul will forfeit.[/b]
[i]Please...[/i]
~black oil like substance seems to ooze from her pores smothering every inch of her , any light that falls on her is absorbed,the substance then appears to blow out in a kind of vapour before reforming into a non descript form. Dirae's consciousness is now out of reach her soul held in limbo in the Hall of Mysteries.~
[b] Your not the only one who has an advantage in the dark friend.[/b]
~The Shade twitches slightly then as the ' not Edmond' explodes from the first shot it vanishes in the distraction.
At first making its way across the room in the direction of the platform , it realises the snipers predicament quickly altering course it closes the distance at alarming speed before exploding into a mist that momentarily surrounds the sniper, closes around him and reforms behind him, the sidearm appears to vanish, his finger closing on nothing but air.
The shade then whips, around sliding under statues arcing over open ground. skirting around the mammoth enemy but not appearing to have a direction in mind.~
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[b][i]As the shade shadowsteps through the statues, it notices that the strange light from the warp is having an effect on them. Cracks form in the statues, splintering them like a glass panel under too much pressure. One by one, gargoyles come to life, wielding heavy Melee weapons and possessing unnatural strength. They begin reanimating faster and faster. Concrete shards are hurled in every direction as hundreds of them come to life and immediately begin clawing at each other in a free for all death match. The chaos of war fills the chamber with dark energy that calls to entities in the warp. They begin phasing in and adding to the combat as wraith like beings of fire, Immolating everything in the area, including each other. Armageddon is nowhere to be found, but his presence is felt still. Gargoyle blood spreads on the floor, purple and sticky. Some of them look to the both of you as intruders and come for you. [/i][/b]
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Edited by ChaiseShadows: 6/22/2016 4:21:18 PM~ Twisting, turning, shifting sliding and spinning away , every place it stops its confronted by another raging maw or grasping claw. It needs to bring her back but where? Whilst looking for someplace safe enough to call Dirae back, it becomes aware of the plight of the sniper. A clawed hand grabs at the distracted Shade closing on nothing as wisps of blackness seep through it fingers, the shade blasts into a vapour before reforming. The creature screaming with frustration swings at it with enourmous force, the shade dissipates just in time for a gargoyle to take a run at it from the other side. The shades opponents collide, but not before the gargoyle makes another grab for the shade, but its is already gone careening through any available space. Unable to damage any of these enemies all it can do is continue its deadly dance amongst its enemies and keep some distracted enough that the sniper might make his way to the centre platform. Perhaps there is something there that can save one of them.~
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[b][i]Above you, the holo projector activates and a giant display of the Bloodwrath appears in perfect clarity. You discover that the layout of the ship seems more biological as opposed to structural. You see patterns that resonate within your mind as universal, sacred geometry. The ship is both beautiful and utterly terrifying. The holograph shrinks down and disappears all together. You see that Edmond is awake and holding a data core containing the only accurate map of the ship. He fires a grappling hook across to the balcony then attaches a zipline device. His injuries are severe, but something seems to be motivating him towards the exit... You notice Armageddon waiting at the end of the zipline...[/i][/b]
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Edited by ChaiseShadows: 6/27/2016 9:34:30 AMThe Shade understands what it sees in that projection better than most might expect it too. Dirae had felt it when she first arrived, and everytime they used the shadows to travel through she felt it again, somewhere beneath the memories of the billions of dead, beneath the nightmares, beneath the screaming blood cravings of the monsters that have Called her home for thousands of years there is another voice a softer one, one that every so often rages with grief so ferociously it could drag Dirae into the depths a lose her their. Far below Edmond the shade continues its dance through the ever increasing number of enemies, only vaguely aware of something going on overhead . Looking up it sees the zip line , it also finally locates the enemy. [b]Tick tock, tick tock.[/b] the wolfs voice echo's its final warning, she is almost out of time. Skimming across every available space desperately requesting more time , as if by repeating the plea over and over something miraculous might occur. Making a last ditch attempt the Shade heads for the balcony at the point furthest from Armageddon in the hope that it's more interested in Edmond. Flying across the floor it zigzags up the wall before blasting apart into a fine mist. Just as before it begins to spiral into a shadowy dust devil expanding outward before being forcibly drawn into nothing and Dirae, dropped to the floor unconscious .
