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Post by Health on Dec 20, 2005 12:11:40 GMT -5
"Hey coolio, new chicka!" Iada said walking around X-T studying her, "Let's see the classic, "I'm dangerous pose," eyes that are serious, and you know Raphael, well I reckon your one of his old students, let's see X-T right?" Iada asked grinning, "And personally I was to tired to think of cover."
Amelia looked at Iris again, "She was here ever since I can remember. Christian, if I were to do something crazy, would you follow me?" she asked taking his hand in her, "I know Apocalypse isn't my father. And something drives me to find out who is, even if it means I will have to fight him. Will you help me?"
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Post by Eirik on Dec 20, 2005 12:54:44 GMT -5
A once living statue made of solid stone now sat in a special prison made just for him. The statue that was once Rocco sat a lifeless hulk of stone. Rocco had been beaten by Apocalypse but put up an almost epic fight but then again most did. They were fighting for far more then there lives in this war. A collar could not be place on Rocco who was no longer Golem but Elemental in his last days. Combine, sharing and merging with other elementals had give Rocco powers over other the other four element Earth, Air, Water and Fire. Elemental was not just Rocco anymore as well. In Elementals last stand Rocco had merge with three other people in the hope that the new being would be enough to beat Apocalypse. During the battle Elemental was lured into a trap and was stuck in a special chamber. It nulled all powers. Elemental having no form without unless it reverted to human forms was destroyed. The stone now sits in it chamber locked away forever. Should the chamber be destroyed Elemental would return with it's powers. The four people are in a dream like state waiting who knows where for the sleeping force to awake once more.
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Post by Midnight on Dec 20, 2005 14:01:45 GMT -5
"Morbid?" Midnight called, materalizing in a storage area in the palace, their current quarters. "Where are you? If I catch you hiding from me again..." her voice was dangerous as her black eyes searched out the corners of the area.
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Post by Christian on Dec 20, 2005 14:38:22 GMT -5
Christian looked at her. He removed his hand from hers.
"Amelia... I've served under Apocalypse for a long time now. I've been loyal to him so much that it was a driving force behind the murder of those I cared for the most."
Zeb...
"But for a long time now, I've questioned what I would do if given a second chance to make things right."
He brought his body to attention, his left arm at his side, and his right fist sharply to his chest in salute.
"Mi'Lady. Mine is yours to command!"
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Post by Health on Dec 20, 2005 16:15:29 GMT -5
"Good because I'm about to do something foolish," Amelia said stepping out into the clearing and walked towards Iris, she crossed in front of the woman and looked at her, "You were here when I was born, I know Apocalypse is not my father, but you do, who are my real parents?" Amelia asked looking at Iris.
Iris looked up as Amelia crossed her vision and listened to what she had to say. A flicker in her eyes revealed only a little of her uncertianty, "I have taken a vow to never tell my story but there is someone who can," Iris said and stopped playing and rose to her feet, "Someone who is very dear to me, but he has lost all trust in me. Amelia," Iris said pressing her hand on the girl's forehead, "I give you directions to someone who can tell you the story of your birth. But also take this necklace, because both sides of the stories are important," Iris continued handing Amelia her old necklace that Raphael had given her when they had met each other again, it was wrapped in cloth, "Move swiftly and let your mind hide you from Apocalypse," Iris said as a door opened up behind her and she stepped into it and disapeered.
In that moment when Amelia looked into Iris's eyes she knew, she knew who her mother was. But why Iris had given her daughter to Apocalypse was a mystery to Amelia, "Christian, we have to go," she whispered turning back to Christian looking a little baffled.
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Post by Eirik on Dec 20, 2005 17:52:20 GMT -5
A darkness started to lurch in the corners of the room. Doyle always seemed to stay in his shadow like form. It made him feel safe in these uncertain times. Also who knows what one speaks alone to the dark in such times. The darkness twisted this way and that until it was a turning twisting pillar infront of Midnight.
Doyle's shadow self started to take on more solid like features. A second passed and enough of the dark shadow like misty cloud took form, enough so that Midnight could easily make him out even in this pitch black storage area.
"Why would I hide from you?" Doyle said very softly to her. They both knew why he would hide but Doyle wouldn't or couldn't. He cared very much for Midnight but she had slowly been changing into something else. Doyle still accepted her and always would. She was the only he felt in the whole planet or even universe that could understand the things he went through. Also Doyle was part of the dark or a nightmare that dwell in it and Midnight was the dark. She could easy control Doyle if she needed to but she would never have to. He would do anything she asked of him.
"I did as you asked. It is done. You do not need to waste your time thinking about it any longer." Morbid informed Midnight where he had been encase it was her next question. Morbid watched Midnight in the pure jet black darkness of the room. It was a place only they would dare go. Most others avoided this chamber by any means they could.
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Post by Christian on Dec 20, 2005 19:41:21 GMT -5
Christian nodded in silent agreement. His years as a soldier for Apocalypse had taught him not to question superiors. And now, Amelia was his superior, if nothing else.
"Of course," he smiled, "I'll follow you where ever you go."
The deep thoughts flooded his head again. I'll follow you... Where ever... Mine is yours to command...
Amelia was on her way to being away from Apocalypse's rule. The sensation of being free to care for her rushed through him, and he breathed deeply, ready to speak. But this wasn't the time. Amelia had engagements to keep, and Christian James wasn't in the mood to keep her waiting.
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Post by xt on Dec 20, 2005 20:35:40 GMT -5
X-T raised her eyebrows at the girl who had been studying her for quiet some time.
"Wow. Yer good," X-T said with a nod of approval. X-T then looked over at the other girl. She smiled.
"I guessin' yer Laura's kid, am I right. Ya look jus' like her. Wouldn't miss the resemblence even if we were in a pitch black room," X-T said with wink. She looked over at Pravus and raised her eyebrows.
"So, Pravus. What do ya suppose we do?"
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Post by raphael on Dec 20, 2005 23:33:30 GMT -5
Raphael raised an eye brow, he was subtly amused. "we could eat." He looked his son over as well as Jasmine and Iada, he had taken over the role of father and was generally supposed to look after all of them. Raphael enjoyed his responsibilities. "you seem to have ended up a little lost, run into some one who spooked you pretty good."
Mazarus just stared blankly. It been a trying day and he was worn out.
Raphael looked to Jasmine, "what is wrong with him?"
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Post by Midnight on Dec 21, 2005 1:54:22 GMT -5
Jasmine's eyes dropped as X-T studied her. "Yeah, I'm 'Laura's' kid," she muttered, then flinched as Raphael asked her what was wrong with Maz. "I dunno," she replied shortly.
Midnight nodded to Doyle satisfactorly. "Good. Iris is beginning to break. She saw her son today... see if you can keep an eye on the freed ones." She turned away to dismis him. She was not kind to Doyle, but through his repeated efforts, she finally let him join her in her dark hell. She accepted him, but could turn on him in a moment. The fact that he was at her mercy didn't seem to matter much as he just took most of it. Sometimes she tourtured him just to see if she could drive him away, to break him. It didn't work. For some reason he was attached to her.
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Post by Eirik on Dec 21, 2005 7:14:59 GMT -5
"The freed ones?" Morbid asked a little unsure of what he was watching for. He needed at least one more piece of the puzzle so he would know what he needed to see. "What do I watch them for? What do you want me to find."
Morbid swirled around her. He did not mind the task she gave him. Being her little shadow was a better life then others he had tried to live. Morbid spent most of his time now in a near incorporeal state. He like stalking about as a shade or shadow throughout the palace. If people noticed the dark was rising the fear would fill the air and be so thick one could almost cut it. The fear of the dark was and ancient fear but Midnight over the years had started to make it a new fear again.
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Post by xt on Dec 21, 2005 7:43:37 GMT -5
X-T shifted her weight on her hips and studied the boy, who appparently wasn't much active than the others. She looked him up and down, taking note on his posture, facial expression, and all the sort.
"You look worn out kid," X-T said to him with a smirk, "Is tha' it? Bet it's been rough on all y'all these past couples days, eh?"
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Post by Health on Dec 21, 2005 9:30:15 GMT -5
"We just tangled with Ghost Writer that's it," Iada butted in to stop the questions, "We're emotionally exausted so can we go back to the bunker now?"
"I think the sooner we leave the better," Amelia said as a nearby maid came and handed her a cloak, not because the mai knew but because it was chilly out. Amelia put the cloak over her head and looked at Christian before taking off through the gates, using her powers to cloak her and Christian.
Iris snorted in humor as she appeared behind Midnight, "Breaking am I, or perhaps I have a plan," she growled tapping her staff against the ground.
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Post by Eirik on Dec 21, 2005 9:50:19 GMT -5
Morbid turned back into a shadow as Iris entered Midnight's dark room. Morbid's tendril extended all about just encase Iris did something even more stupid then turning up here. Some tendril posed themselves ready to strike others he put between the to to defend Midnight. Not that she needed it but Morbid would protect her anyways.
"General you are bold to show yourself here." Morbid told her. "None of Apocalypse's others would." Morbid added but went silent this insult was directed at Midnight. Doyle would wait to see what she wished to do about this. Morbid hated Iris just now because of this intrusion. She listened in on other thoughts and knew thing but to actually show herself here made Doyle upset.
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Post by Midnight on Dec 21, 2005 11:42:44 GMT -5
Midnight smiled coolly at Iris, knowing her own mind was a rolling mass of darkness, impossible to read, so Iris would have to rely on the facial hints and gestures to tell what she was thinking, the same way all who were not telepathic would have to. "Morbid is right," she replied. "You are bold to show your face here in hell. But you say you are not breaking then have a plan. Pray tell, what is it?" Leaning her face close, her black eyes glittering, she said, "I thhink you are breaking... anything to go against Apocolypse is breaking... You cannot stand it anymore, and you know that your face will haunt your son's dreams now... can't you bear it? But tell us... what do you need? Maybe the darkness can provide..."
Midnight did not care about the ruling powers of the time. She and Doyle did not grow, did not age, just existed as the darkness existed. If something could kill them, they hadn't found it. So life was a game, an occasionally boring one at that, and Midnight had taken to watching people, tourturing or helping.
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Post by Eirik on Dec 21, 2005 11:59:20 GMT -5
Doyle was a little surprised by how calm a response Midnight gave Iris. Then he knew she was looking to meddle into the affairs of the others. Morbid held only one loyalty and Midnight none. He wondered if Apocalypse had done something to anger her, was she merely bored again or was she setuping up Iris. Morbid did not have a mind for the politics of palace life, nor did he care to learn. It was a game he found lacking. If he wished to destroy someone he would go and do just that. Many feared him because of it but Midnight's approach was far more terrifying. Morbid's own black eyes watched Iris without expressing any thoughts, placid he had become.
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Post by Health on Dec 21, 2005 12:04:44 GMT -5
Iris smiled and her eyes narrowed as the tentacles were around her, "In the past I've found that false sense of trust has crumbled many rebellions," she said darkly.
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Post by raphael on Dec 21, 2005 12:56:17 GMT -5
Mazarus just nodded blankly, "yeah, sure." He did not want to talk about it with his father, he would wait until later to discuss it with the two girls.
Raphael looked at him suspiciously, "well, at least introduce yourself boy."
Mazarus bowed his head slightly, "my name is Mazarus ma'am."
Raphael looked on and then began to turn to head back to the bunker, it was not far now.
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Post by ria on Dec 21, 2005 13:05:42 GMT -5
((Since nobody from the cells have said much...))
"Well, we'll worry about everything when the time comes, for the moment, I'd rather get some sleep so all that slave work won't be as hard..." Sheena said, trying to confort herself in the small bed space provided in the corner.
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Post by Midnight on Dec 21, 2005 13:25:11 GMT -5
"False sense of trust? What do you mean by that?" Midnight's smile faded and her own eyes narrowed in response. "This is not your realm, so I suggest you make perfectly clear what you mean. Even magic has a hard time with living darkness." Subconsciously, she neared where she sensed Doyle floated, almost completely darkness, not even bothering with the human state Midnight took on. She felt that nearing the source of the tentacles would keep her safe. Nobody human seemed to be able to affect them, but magic seemed slightly more powerful, and Midnight didn't trust that. She let her feelings ring through the darkness so that Doyle could pick them up, as the more powerful Shadow Walkers seemed able to do.
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