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Post by DMis on Nov 19, 2015 12:23:37 GMT -5
Forsaken sighed before getting out of her gear and let a tendril show from the pounch on her back. The tendril sketched the symbol in the ground. "It's complicated to explain," she offered. "And would take too long to explain..."
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Post by ryocker on Nov 20, 2015 0:09:08 GMT -5
Wax huffed. As much as he wished to know about it, he figured it'd probably be better not to start any migranes. "Alright, so... now what?" he asked.
"Um... I guess you can leave now," Crona offered.
"Got nowhere to be- my boss became a zombie and the mall's closed," he sighed.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 20, 2015 0:16:13 GMT -5
"That certainly didn't seem to stop some," Mysterion stated. "I didn't see it for myself, but whoever was last in the mall sure made a f***ing mess of it."
Paul nodded to Forsaken and subsequently sunk with worry. He had to wonder what would happen next if she had gathered all the information she needed.
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Post by DMis on Nov 20, 2015 1:02:41 GMT -5
Forsaken snickered heavily. "A past incarnate of mine was there. It involved a body snatching demon and a few other things..." she offered as she retracted the tendril.
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Post by ryocker on Nov 20, 2015 1:16:13 GMT -5
"Good thing I turned back when people said the mall was closed," he offered. "I'd rather my body not get stolen, I only have one!"
"You could always make a spare," Wick mentioned.
Crona sighed. "So, I guess we're going somewhere else now?" they asked.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 20, 2015 10:30:30 GMT -5
"I would say so," Mysterion agreed. "The night is almost over. The fog will lift soon. That said, Paul and I should get going."
Paul did a double-take, baffled by the kid's insistence. Why should he be so quick to leave? Even if they did have a history together, he still felt like he barely knew the kid. And who was he to order around a dragon?! Paul didn't want to leave. He didn't want to separated from Forsaken again.
As if sensing his resistance, Mysterion looked up at his companion and said, "It's for your own good. Trust me. I'm only looking out for a friend."
The dragon merely snarled at the caped boy.
"Paul!"
All of a sudden, Mysterion's aura of darkness returned, partially visible in the form of writhing black thorns. He radiated with terrible power, one that seemed to induce fear in all those who looked upon him.
"We need to go. What you're feeling right now won't matter after we change back to normal."
Paul took a step back, put off by Mysterion's power display. But from there he stood his ground and once again growled at the boy.
"Uxr wit it ten rheta ev hrtir!"
Now Paul was just freaking out, roaring at Mysterion, primed and ready to put an end to... whatever this was.
"RYOLT EV HIK SIRIT IT TOU SEKES IURO UX VIEDNUJ HEV!"
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Post by DMis on Nov 21, 2015 0:25:17 GMT -5
"Paul. Your friend is right. Go home. We'll meet again. I promise," the siren offered.
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Post by ryocker on Nov 21, 2015 2:06:29 GMT -5
Crona seemed upset. "So I guess we were destind to part ways..."
"Hey now, big guy," Wax huffed. "No point starting to roar at everyone like that!"
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 21, 2015 10:56:50 GMT -5
Paul straightened up and continued to glare at Mysterion, occasionally turning to look at Forsaken. Her insistence didn't change the fact that he didn't want to leave.
"Ntil sesek vicaioj. Tyh er raseeji," Mysterion further insisted.
Yellow eyes narrow, fangs bared, Paul leaned dangerously close to the boy and snarled a single word. "Thric."
"Ov slab rtaix uw legrrve?!"
Paul stood up slightly to stare Mysterion down, growling at him once again.
"Sejx wu ouge it tot lrry ev, ORTR TYLU TOD SRIAMV!"
That did it. No more of this nonsense. With a furious roar, Paul put an end to Mysterion's rage by swinging around and swatting him with his tail, sending the boy flying into the canyon and smashing against the rock wall. He then slumped onto a ledge, several large chunks of stone crumbling away and burying him from the neck down, crushing his small body beneath their weight.
"GAH-!!!" Mysterion hacked up blood, craning his head to the best of his ability. "AUGH...! GCKT...! MOTHER... F... U... Uuuggghhh..." Then his head plopped onto the ledge and the caped boy laid still in the pile of rocks and blood.
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Post by DMis on Nov 21, 2015 19:00:27 GMT -5
Forsaken winced. "PAUL! STOP IT!" the siren yelled as her expression turned somewhat deadly. "YOU JUST KILLED YOUR FRIEND! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT NOW!" A few dark red colored crystals floated at her shoulder level.
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Post by ryocker on Nov 22, 2015 0:25:10 GMT -5
Crona immediately summoned Ragnarok's Blade, glaring at Paul in anger. "You shouldn't slaughter such a close friend," he growled.
Waxevius simply stared, observing the situation with a bright glare. "Wow, man... I didn't think you could be so heartless," he growled. One of his craters slipped into his body, his arm gaining cannon-like properties as heat exited the vent. "Got anything to say for yourself?"
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 22, 2015 0:46:35 GMT -5
The threats coming at him from all angles seem to fly right over Paul's head. As he stared into the canyon at the mess he had created, there was only one thing on his mind.
KENNY!!!
He hastily leaped over to the other side, reached down, brushed the debris away and scooped up the fallen boy. "Oh my God, Kenny, I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me, I...! Oh God... Oh God, when you revive... Please God, tell me he'll revive! Augh, he's gonna be so ticked! What the hell did I just do?!"
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Post by DMis on Nov 22, 2015 0:49:58 GMT -5
Forsaken kept her eyes on the beast.
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Post by ryocker on Nov 22, 2015 2:20:53 GMT -5
Crona looked confused. "Who's... Kenny?" he asked. Wick's eyes widened.
"Holy crap, he killed Kenny," he noted.
"That bastard," Wax finished. Crona only stared in complete confusion, Wax shrugging. "Something I hear at work over the roaring crowds. Some TV show or something."
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 22, 2015 10:16:41 GMT -5
Yes, Paul could remember. As he stared down at Mysterion, he could suddenly remember everything. His name was Paul Sellers. He was 21 years old. He worked for a private, underground government sect due to reasons of inhuman appearance. His current home was Dimensional Island. His best friend and roommate was Kenny McCormick. Kenny had died and revived many times... but he had never died by Paul's own hand.
He gazed at the boy with the cape and the shadowy aura, utterly mortified by his own actions.
"What have I done...?"
"GAHHH...!"
Paul jumped back a few feet when Mysterion suddenly sucked in a gasp of air and sat up. The boy rubbed his chest and took a moment to get his bearings in order, his aura fading and his body slowly taking on a much more lively complexion. He then looked up at his dragon companion. He didn't look angry. Just startled and confused. "DUDE, WHAT THE HELL?!"
"Oh my God..." Paul stepped closer and leaned in to examine him. "Are you... alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," Mysterion sighed, still doing his Batman impression. "Felt worse. ...Sorry for snapping."
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