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Post by DMis on Oct 4, 2015 21:17:52 GMT -5
Forsaken had wandered into the Industrial Park to hunt for clues. Unbeknownst to her, The Fog was rolling in.
At first she didn't notice the details around her warping and becoming more sinister. But as The Fog grew thicker, metal came to sharper points and gear creaked to be even more eerie. Her own hedron drones warping to look more like jagged crystals.
Forsaken seemed to soon be wrapped in the fog. As much as she attempted to fight it, the dark fog soon took hold.
'Seems you bare my same curse,' a voice whispered in the shaken girl's mind.
"Curse?" Forsaken asked the wind as she looked down to find herself in what looked to be a ruined version the Morgana God Tier instead of her starting clothes. "Why is my voice like this?"
'You're a siren, Sweetheart~ Embrace what you can do~ Manipulate more than just bonds~' the voice replied.
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Post by ryocker on Oct 5, 2015 0:13:01 GMT -5
Clanking footsteps could be heard through-out the factory, the owner of those steps very awkwardly looking around the room as they walked. "...I guess this factory's pretty far from people," the odd individual sighed, their black dress swaying a little with their steps. "This place is kinda creepy... I-I don't know how to handle that..."
Out from their back popped a black creature with an X for a face, the beast popping the kid's noggin. "Goodness gracious Crona, learn how to handle things!" it roared, popping him mercilessly. "Holy crap you're a crybaby!"
"Hey! Ragnarok, knock it off!" the yelled, whimpering.
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Post by DMis on Oct 5, 2015 0:43:58 GMT -5
Forsaken stopped breifly to look at who was appearing in the area. Her hedron-turned-shard drones silently floated along. 'Chrona? Ragnarok? They're really here.... She thought as she attempted to snuff a song out before it started. Sadly her attempt failed as her voice escaped her lips.
The voice coming from her lips surprised her as it sounded pleasant to her ears.
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Post by ryocker on Oct 5, 2015 2:29:30 GMT -5
Crona's eyes went wide, the ambiguos being slowly trudging their way toward the sound of her voice. "Hey! What's gotten into you?" Ragnarok asked, the tiny chibi bopping Crona's head. "Hello? HELLO??! HEY! THE LITTLE GIRL DOWN THE STREET WANTS HER HAIR BACK!"
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Post by DMis on Oct 5, 2015 9:28:19 GMT -5
"I wasn't expecting to spook you," Forsaken offered as she floated down. "Say you're kinda cute~
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Post by ryocker on Oct 5, 2015 22:17:17 GMT -5
Crona smiled, bowing down to her. "Thank you~" they offered, Ragnarok still growling. "Hey! snap out of- huh?"
He blinked, seeing the black mist. That's the stuff that superpowered us before, Ragnarok thought, but looked at his tiny frame. "...oh crap. IT'S NOT WORKING ANYMORE!" he yelled.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Oct 5, 2015 22:24:42 GMT -5
Music...
Strange music...
Such a soothing voice...
From miles away, it heard. It heard the sweet melody resonating from the west. And almost immediately, its interest was piqued. This music was so unique... so bizarrely powerful... so relaxing and enrapturing... it was unlike anything it had heard before.
It wanted more.
The earth shook...
The air cracked like thunder...
A dark figure loomed overhead like a malevolent storm cloud...
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Post by DMis on Oct 5, 2015 22:35:55 GMT -5
"You're welcome, travelers~" she offered as she slid off of her perch. Her eyes held a dark tint of light as she looked up at the sky. "You're welcome to join us down here as well," she offered to the figure just out of her sight.
Enjoying yourself, Sweetheart~? the voice whispered in the back of the siren's mind.
'Yes~ This is wonderful~' Forsaken replied mentally as she took a breath. A song was already taking root in her mind.
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Post by ryocker on Oct 5, 2015 22:43:04 GMT -5
Crona happily approached, smiling. "Hey, knock it off, blockhead!" Ragnarok growled still papping Crona. "What the hell's gotten into you?!"
They didn't respond, still approaching the siren. "I'd be happy to," they smiled.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Oct 5, 2015 23:12:40 GMT -5
BOOM
The foundations of the industrial park shook as a mighty being descended upon the twisted metal landscape, and soon the odd trio found themselves in the presence of a great and terrible creature.
The already dim and cloudy atmosphere before them was further silhouetted by the beast's enormously magnificent frame. It towered over them like a living mountain, a deep, rumbling growl resonating from within like the furious inner workings of a volcano. In what little light there was to reflect off of its armored body, its scaled, glistening hide reflected a deep, brilliant blue as dark as the midnight sky. It stared down at the beings in its company, scrutinizing them with intense yellow eyes that blazed like wildfire, their golden glow illuminating its large, hooked horns and glittering, razor-sharp fangs. It gripped the surface it sat upon with claws like swords. Its wings were spread almost too wide for one's eyes to fully encompass, shrouding the land in their mighty veil. A long tail swished behind it, cracking the air around it like a dagger-tipped whip.
Once it took its seat, the dragon relaxed, folding its wings behind its back and wrapping its tail around its legs. It leaned its great head down to study its hosts, those vivid yellow eyes trained specifically on Forsaken.
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Post by DMis on Oct 5, 2015 23:23:35 GMT -5
Forsaken let a surprised gasp escape her lips. She offered her hand to the beast. "Careful. Those spires are sharp, friend," she offered. Her attention returned to the group. "Would you all like for me to sing again?" she asked the group as the gears turned in her mind.
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Post by ryocker on Oct 5, 2015 23:41:11 GMT -5
"NO-" Ragnarok was cut short, Crona backhanding the tiny twerp.
"Be nice to the new master," Crona scolded, their eyes glowing with intense hate. Ragnarok simply swung about in place, unsure how to handle such a smack.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Oct 5, 2015 23:46:11 GMT -5
The dragon straightened back up, sitting in a proud, regal posture. It seemed to nod once, exhaling deeply through its nostrils, as if boldly insisting that Forsaken proceed.
This was the voice, alright. This is what had led the dragon here. And it would have its entertainment.
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Post by DMis on Oct 6, 2015 0:16:57 GMT -5
Forsaken nodded. "Seems you have been out voted, dark one," she offered to Ragnarok before taking a breath again.
The words seemed to effortlessly leave the siren's lips as she started to dance about while singing.
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Post by ryocker on Oct 6, 2015 0:28:46 GMT -5
Crona happily sat there, smiling as their head bopped in rhythm to the tune. Ragnarok tried to ignore the sound, but found himself swaying to Crona's rythm. "Th-this... feels nice..." he stammered.
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