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Post by Trist on Feb 24, 2009 11:39:30 GMT -5
Trist stumbled as he came through the door, he leaned against a wall breathing heavily.
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Post by sacredrapture on Feb 24, 2009 11:50:19 GMT -5
Myzrael stopped just feet away from where the man was. He hid in the shadows.
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Post by Trist on Feb 24, 2009 11:52:43 GMT -5
"hes in here with you" Trist spoke out loud to himself.
"I know this shut up!"
"Your the one talking..." the voice trailed off into his mind
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Post by sacredrapture on Feb 24, 2009 11:55:58 GMT -5
Myzrael sensed a disturbance in the man. He is no ordinary mortal.
Myzrael waited.
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Post by Trist on Feb 24, 2009 11:58:27 GMT -5
Trist gained enough composure and made his way into the main room, making his way down the isle methodically, not looking back. Finally he stepped up on to the stage and turned around, "Alright, now what do you want!" his voice echoed into the great room.
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Post by sacredrapture on Feb 24, 2009 12:02:37 GMT -5
Myzrael watched in the shadows. He was excited, yet hesitant to find out who he was facing.
'Curious though, he shows no outward signs of power. Could it be he hasnt discovered it yet?' he thought.
A thought, and a black feather flew from Myzraels wings and drifted to where the man was standing. It dropped slowly until it rested at his feet.
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Post by Trist on Feb 24, 2009 12:06:03 GMT -5
Trist noticed the feather and it was it. A burning sensation began to flow through his body and he dropped to his knees. His body began to glow a greenish aura and his mind began to race. "Let go you coward, don't fight it." The voice began mocking him and fueling the burning. So much pain, Trist began to scream as his body throbbed.
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Post by sacredrapture on Feb 24, 2009 12:11:42 GMT -5
Myzrael could feel the pain emanating from the man. So much anguish struck him like waves, and he was taken off guard for a moment. A deep breath, and he regained composure. He watched the transformation with veiled interest.
'This is more like it'. He thought.
A black circle formed at Myzraels feet, and spun slowly, convalescing, what looked like revolving flames that reached not above his ankle were spinning around.
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Post by Trist on Feb 24, 2009 12:15:40 GMT -5
Trist become airborne...arms and legs stretched out and eyes black as coal. His voice had deepened and seemed to come from everywhere at once. "Come out come out wherever you are little bird." Then out of nowhere he shadow grew to an immense size and took a form of its own. Both of them pulsating above the ground, finally the shadow took off into the walls while trist seemed to be just a shell in the air.
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Post by sacredrapture on Feb 24, 2009 12:20:47 GMT -5
Stepping out of the shadows, the dark angel surveyed the being.
'Impressive. What exactly are you? Not one of my kind im sure' he said with a slight snicker.
The black flames spun faster at Myzraels feet. His wings closed in on him, and when he spread them, his white robe had vanished. Instead, he was in a black trenchcoat with silver embellishments.
'There are two of you'...
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Post by Trist on Feb 24, 2009 12:28:22 GMT -5
The shadow rose up behind Myzrael, he spoke but as he did it seemed that Trist's lips began to move. The Shadow crossed his arms and seemed to tower over the winged creature before him. "I am that which lies in humanities hearts, I am all that is between the worlds. We are the shadows, we live in the twilight and call apathy of men home." The shadow stopped speaking and just seemed to linger.
[In Trist's head there seem to be a war going on. "There is no using fighting it Trist, you need me so you might as well let go."
"I can't! Who are you?"
"Why Trist, I am you...or a version of you that is in essence also not you."
"Tell me what you are!"
"I am Jace, your Shadow Trist, and you are my Wielder...or maybe i am yours...haha."]
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Post by sacredrapture on Feb 24, 2009 12:37:44 GMT -5
'So you can take corporeal form, through your.. host'? Myzrael turned to look at the shadow behind him.
He raised his hand in the air, and what looked to be strands of some bright essence formed from thin air converged in his palm.
'There is no shadow... Where there is light.'
At that, the ball of light shone, and enveloped everything in the theater in a blinding blast of illuminance.
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Post by Trist on Feb 24, 2009 12:41:51 GMT -5
A light filled the room but only further revealed the creature that lay before him.
"I'm sorry, I like your thinking but as i am I am like you, just a being with powers....sorry to burst your bubble. But then again I like you...." The shadow spoke confidently. "I am Jace."
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Post by sacredrapture on Feb 24, 2009 12:48:21 GMT -5
'Ah. a lesser creature from the depths wouldve been ash by now. Impressive.' Myzrael said as he dropped his hand. The light faded.
'Myzrael.' He said, as he brushed a speck of dust off his silver shoulder pad.
'There is someone who wishes to be here. I will allow it.'
~*~ The ice on Johnnys feet melt. ~*~
Myzrael looks at the shadow Jace expectantly.
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Post by citizenmike on Feb 24, 2009 12:50:06 GMT -5
The ice melted suddenly over Johnny's feet, but his back was in a bitching pain from the fall.
Johnny slowly got up and darted into the theater.
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