Post by Sweet_Chef (Ani) on Jan 17, 2010 19:42:39 GMT -5
*looks around her shyly and twiddles thumbs* I know that I'm new here and all, but... I just felt like this place needed a jolt! I noticed that you can have events, and one came to mind, sooo... *smiles sheepishly* Here's my idea for one. The basic plot for the event is in this- *glances at file and sweatdrops* -pretty.. long.. introduction. Heh...
Details are to be decided as the event goes along, to keep the surprises and twists coming. I already have quite a few ideas, but I don't want to spoil them by putting them here. nintendonut1, you and I will probably want to talk these details over, seeing as you're the administrator. You can PM me when you get the chance and we'll do so.
ANYWAY. Without further ado, here it is!
P.S. The OC's in this introduction will most likely be under my control. Cyclone definitely will- I may consider allowing someone to use Philantus. Maybe.
Cyclone rapped his slim, curled fingers against the wooden arm of his jeweled throne, his slit-pupiled, yellow eyes gazing out over the dark abyss that was his home. Well, sometimes it was a dark abyss. At others, it glittered with hundreds upon thousands of bright stars, or shimmered like a rainbow in an oil puddle. The void tended to do that, as if it couldn't make up its mind on how it wanted to look. It was even said that the void looked different to each person upon first glance, only shifting when one gazed into it continuously.
Cyclone was always gazing into it, always reading its patterns and tones like some magical seer. His entire body was concealed by silken, indigo-colored robes that began atop his head and pooled out around his feet. Only his eyes and hands were visible, and both were strange and twisted in appearance. Because he was sitting upon such an elegant throne, floating endlessly in the abyss that was the void, one might think he was some kind of royalty. However, Cyclone preferred to think of himself as having no class at all; he was a part of the void, one with it, his soul meshed with its delicate inner workings.
He had no idea how long he'd been here, how he'd gotten here, or even who he had been beforehand. But none of that mattered to him now. The first words to fall from anyone's lips would be "insane," and perhaps he was. What was true sanity, anyway? Was it not in the eye of the beholder? Cyclone's own eyes narrowed slightly with an innate glee at the thought, a deep chuckle rumbling out from his chest like a mini-earthquake. As if reacting to this, the void shifted in appearance again, looking like the sketched, black and white sky of an old cartoon.
"Yes... it is quite humorous, is it not, Void? Hmhmhm... they believe me to be insane- or they will. What do you think?" he wheezed, a light hiss in his voice. In answer, the void took on its shimmering rainbow glimmer, making Cyclone's eyes close in a gleeful way. "I thought you might feel that way, old friend. But... I can tell that something has been bothering you as of late. Please, do tell me what has you so upset." Had anyone been in the void, they would have easily heard the genuine concern in the strange man's tone.
What occurred next could only be described as flashes of light and color, almost seizure-inducing in appearance. But Cyclone's large, yellow eyes merely took it all in, his head nodding slowly once the void had calmed back to its endless night. "I see... that is a problem. You poor thing... not to worry- I will fix this. You may grieve no longer, my dear friend." With a whoosh and rustle of silk against wood, Cyclone stood from his throne. However, he stood upon nothing but what looked like the blackness of the abyss, as if it alone supported him.
Walking away from the throne, or to it, or around it... in the confusion of the void, it was impossible to truly define anything- including direction, dimension, and depth. Yet Cyclone walked casually, easily, across the black surface, the rustle of his robes rubbing against one another with the motion being the only sound. Coming to a stop in seemingly the middle of nowhere, he raised one of his strange hands up, as if summoning something. "Philantus, you fool! Come to me at once! The Void Master commands it!!" This time his voice was different; still a bit wheezy and hissy, but now with more strength and a bite to it.
Instantly, a pink portal tore through the darkness, making the void crinkle and fold up like a crumpled piece of paper. Out of the portal stumbled an awkward-looking creature, who fell flat on his face and dropped about two feet before hitting what appeared to be a solid portion of void. He groaned as the portal closed behind him, and the void seemed to relax and smooth out. "Philantus, you clumsy ninny. Stand and face me!!" Cyclone's voice, strangely, boomed out loud and clear; perhaps a trick of the void itself.
Yelping, the newcomer scrambled to his hooved feet, the white, shaggy fur covering his legs shivering at the abrupt motion. The tail of a lion poked out of his backside, but was tucked in-between his legs in an obvious show of submission to the cloaked being. Large, bony, three-fingered hands wrung around and around each other, but he was careful that the green claws tipping his extremely long fingers didn't cut into his own skin. Said skin was smooth and soft, a pale cream color that was only obscured by numerous tribal tattoos and patterns painted over it in a rainbow of colors and sizes.
Two sets of wings were tucked against his back; one pair black and leathery, the other covered in white, fluffy feathers. Flourescent green scales covered his neck and shoulders, and pointed ears stuck out from the shoulder-length, blonde locks that grew in waves out of his head. Both upper and lower canines, slightly elongated and pointed, poked out from his lips to rest on the outside of his mouth. As he took a deep breath to try and calm down, a forked tongue the color of plums was revealed.
His eyes were like two giant, melted down rubies on his face, pupiless and outlined with black kohl. Two pointed, golden horns sprouted out from the top of his head, and a third, smaller one the color of bone tipped his nose. To say the boy was a freak would be such an understatement that the speaker would deserve to be slapped. Red eyes met yellow as Philantus met Cyclone's gaze, his fear- edged with respect and awe- obvious. The cloaked figure didn't seem repulsed in the least by the other's appearance, as calm and collected as he had been on his throne. "Come."
After saying that one word, Cyclone abruptly turned and made his way back to the throne with Philantus giving a light gasp before stumbling after him. It seemed he had more trouble maneuvering in the void, and Cyclone was sitting in his throne by the time Philantus reached it, still a few feet below him. "Y-You called, Master?" he asked timidly. His voice, though it too held a light hiss, was far softer and more melodic than the "Void Master"'s. Again, Cyclone was rapping his fingers against the arm of his throne, staring down at Philantus with an expression bordering disinterest and boredom.
"Philantus. Void is not pleased." As he said this, the void became the same color and consistency as the deep ocean, and it became a tad harder to breathe. "Dimensional Island has become too crowded. Too chaotic. Resources are being abused, portals are being misused, and Void... oh, poor, poor Void... Neglected, ignored, even used as a trash disposal by some! The nerve! Void used to be respected and revered by the island's inhabitants. They would throw him wondrous gifts and praise his name. But now... now Dimensional Island has become contaminated by those from the other dimensions. The old ways are forgotten, and this dimension is ravaged. NO LONGER!!"
Cyclone bellowed these last two words in what could be taken as very close proximity to a roar, his fist pounding down hard onto the arm of his throne. In response, the void turned a violent cross between bloody red and deep purple. Philantus cringed, wings and tail drooping as he huddled down a bit in an effort to get even further away from the frightening man. However, the other instantly calmed, and went back to his serene rapping. "It is time, Philantus," he murmured serenely. The compilation of animals blinked up at his Master, frowning a bit in confusion. "T-Time for what, Void Master?" he squeaked humbly. Cyclone moved his hands from the arms of his throne so that they met before him, fingers meshing together neatly.
"It is time for the Rebirth. As it has been engraved upon each and every site within the dimension." He separated the hands, one returning the the throne arm, while the other raised up again. The void returned to blackness, but tiny, white dots speckled it like so many dimmed stars. "Void shall rise up, setting into motion the gears that make up every location in the dimension. Void shall begin cleansing the dimension of its demons, of those unworthy hundreds whom dare to mock him. And when the entire dimension has been smothered and ravaged by Void's glory, it shall return to its humble beginnings under Void's mighty rule. This, Philantus, is the Rebirth. And we, as Void's humble, loyal servants, are honored to be a part of such a glorious event."
Philantus was beyond shock. In all of the unmeasured time he had known the Void Master, he had never seen the man so passionate and determined about something. But the something he was so adamant about... what he was saying could easily be translated into simpler words that were easier to comprehend. And they filled Philantus with a sense of dread as the void took on a sickening shade of maroon.
Void will smother the dimension, killing everyone and destroying everything.
Details are to be decided as the event goes along, to keep the surprises and twists coming. I already have quite a few ideas, but I don't want to spoil them by putting them here. nintendonut1, you and I will probably want to talk these details over, seeing as you're the administrator. You can PM me when you get the chance and we'll do so.
ANYWAY. Without further ado, here it is!
P.S. The OC's in this introduction will most likely be under my control. Cyclone definitely will- I may consider allowing someone to use Philantus. Maybe.
Cyclone rapped his slim, curled fingers against the wooden arm of his jeweled throne, his slit-pupiled, yellow eyes gazing out over the dark abyss that was his home. Well, sometimes it was a dark abyss. At others, it glittered with hundreds upon thousands of bright stars, or shimmered like a rainbow in an oil puddle. The void tended to do that, as if it couldn't make up its mind on how it wanted to look. It was even said that the void looked different to each person upon first glance, only shifting when one gazed into it continuously.
Cyclone was always gazing into it, always reading its patterns and tones like some magical seer. His entire body was concealed by silken, indigo-colored robes that began atop his head and pooled out around his feet. Only his eyes and hands were visible, and both were strange and twisted in appearance. Because he was sitting upon such an elegant throne, floating endlessly in the abyss that was the void, one might think he was some kind of royalty. However, Cyclone preferred to think of himself as having no class at all; he was a part of the void, one with it, his soul meshed with its delicate inner workings.
He had no idea how long he'd been here, how he'd gotten here, or even who he had been beforehand. But none of that mattered to him now. The first words to fall from anyone's lips would be "insane," and perhaps he was. What was true sanity, anyway? Was it not in the eye of the beholder? Cyclone's own eyes narrowed slightly with an innate glee at the thought, a deep chuckle rumbling out from his chest like a mini-earthquake. As if reacting to this, the void shifted in appearance again, looking like the sketched, black and white sky of an old cartoon.
"Yes... it is quite humorous, is it not, Void? Hmhmhm... they believe me to be insane- or they will. What do you think?" he wheezed, a light hiss in his voice. In answer, the void took on its shimmering rainbow glimmer, making Cyclone's eyes close in a gleeful way. "I thought you might feel that way, old friend. But... I can tell that something has been bothering you as of late. Please, do tell me what has you so upset." Had anyone been in the void, they would have easily heard the genuine concern in the strange man's tone.
What occurred next could only be described as flashes of light and color, almost seizure-inducing in appearance. But Cyclone's large, yellow eyes merely took it all in, his head nodding slowly once the void had calmed back to its endless night. "I see... that is a problem. You poor thing... not to worry- I will fix this. You may grieve no longer, my dear friend." With a whoosh and rustle of silk against wood, Cyclone stood from his throne. However, he stood upon nothing but what looked like the blackness of the abyss, as if it alone supported him.
Walking away from the throne, or to it, or around it... in the confusion of the void, it was impossible to truly define anything- including direction, dimension, and depth. Yet Cyclone walked casually, easily, across the black surface, the rustle of his robes rubbing against one another with the motion being the only sound. Coming to a stop in seemingly the middle of nowhere, he raised one of his strange hands up, as if summoning something. "Philantus, you fool! Come to me at once! The Void Master commands it!!" This time his voice was different; still a bit wheezy and hissy, but now with more strength and a bite to it.
Instantly, a pink portal tore through the darkness, making the void crinkle and fold up like a crumpled piece of paper. Out of the portal stumbled an awkward-looking creature, who fell flat on his face and dropped about two feet before hitting what appeared to be a solid portion of void. He groaned as the portal closed behind him, and the void seemed to relax and smooth out. "Philantus, you clumsy ninny. Stand and face me!!" Cyclone's voice, strangely, boomed out loud and clear; perhaps a trick of the void itself.
Yelping, the newcomer scrambled to his hooved feet, the white, shaggy fur covering his legs shivering at the abrupt motion. The tail of a lion poked out of his backside, but was tucked in-between his legs in an obvious show of submission to the cloaked being. Large, bony, three-fingered hands wrung around and around each other, but he was careful that the green claws tipping his extremely long fingers didn't cut into his own skin. Said skin was smooth and soft, a pale cream color that was only obscured by numerous tribal tattoos and patterns painted over it in a rainbow of colors and sizes.
Two sets of wings were tucked against his back; one pair black and leathery, the other covered in white, fluffy feathers. Flourescent green scales covered his neck and shoulders, and pointed ears stuck out from the shoulder-length, blonde locks that grew in waves out of his head. Both upper and lower canines, slightly elongated and pointed, poked out from his lips to rest on the outside of his mouth. As he took a deep breath to try and calm down, a forked tongue the color of plums was revealed.
His eyes were like two giant, melted down rubies on his face, pupiless and outlined with black kohl. Two pointed, golden horns sprouted out from the top of his head, and a third, smaller one the color of bone tipped his nose. To say the boy was a freak would be such an understatement that the speaker would deserve to be slapped. Red eyes met yellow as Philantus met Cyclone's gaze, his fear- edged with respect and awe- obvious. The cloaked figure didn't seem repulsed in the least by the other's appearance, as calm and collected as he had been on his throne. "Come."
After saying that one word, Cyclone abruptly turned and made his way back to the throne with Philantus giving a light gasp before stumbling after him. It seemed he had more trouble maneuvering in the void, and Cyclone was sitting in his throne by the time Philantus reached it, still a few feet below him. "Y-You called, Master?" he asked timidly. His voice, though it too held a light hiss, was far softer and more melodic than the "Void Master"'s. Again, Cyclone was rapping his fingers against the arm of his throne, staring down at Philantus with an expression bordering disinterest and boredom.
"Philantus. Void is not pleased." As he said this, the void became the same color and consistency as the deep ocean, and it became a tad harder to breathe. "Dimensional Island has become too crowded. Too chaotic. Resources are being abused, portals are being misused, and Void... oh, poor, poor Void... Neglected, ignored, even used as a trash disposal by some! The nerve! Void used to be respected and revered by the island's inhabitants. They would throw him wondrous gifts and praise his name. But now... now Dimensional Island has become contaminated by those from the other dimensions. The old ways are forgotten, and this dimension is ravaged. NO LONGER!!"
Cyclone bellowed these last two words in what could be taken as very close proximity to a roar, his fist pounding down hard onto the arm of his throne. In response, the void turned a violent cross between bloody red and deep purple. Philantus cringed, wings and tail drooping as he huddled down a bit in an effort to get even further away from the frightening man. However, the other instantly calmed, and went back to his serene rapping. "It is time, Philantus," he murmured serenely. The compilation of animals blinked up at his Master, frowning a bit in confusion. "T-Time for what, Void Master?" he squeaked humbly. Cyclone moved his hands from the arms of his throne so that they met before him, fingers meshing together neatly.
"It is time for the Rebirth. As it has been engraved upon each and every site within the dimension." He separated the hands, one returning the the throne arm, while the other raised up again. The void returned to blackness, but tiny, white dots speckled it like so many dimmed stars. "Void shall rise up, setting into motion the gears that make up every location in the dimension. Void shall begin cleansing the dimension of its demons, of those unworthy hundreds whom dare to mock him. And when the entire dimension has been smothered and ravaged by Void's glory, it shall return to its humble beginnings under Void's mighty rule. This, Philantus, is the Rebirth. And we, as Void's humble, loyal servants, are honored to be a part of such a glorious event."
Philantus was beyond shock. In all of the unmeasured time he had known the Void Master, he had never seen the man so passionate and determined about something. But the something he was so adamant about... what he was saying could easily be translated into simpler words that were easier to comprehend. And they filled Philantus with a sense of dread as the void took on a sickening shade of maroon.
Void will smother the dimension, killing everyone and destroying everything.
