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Post by citizenmike on Jun 4, 2009 13:22:51 GMT -5
Johnny laughed hard as he replied, "Its all yours, man. By all means."
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Post by Trace on Jun 4, 2009 13:40:52 GMT -5
Trace walked forwards, stopping directly in the center of the crossroads where the two roads met. He knelt onto the floor, and clawed a whole in the dirt, making sure it was deep enough for the summoning. Removing a Katana from its holding place Trace cuts a chunk of flesh from his right arm, dropping it into the whole, before allowing the blood from the now gaping whole in his arm to pour into the whole. It quickly healed over and the blood stopped flowing, but the whole in the ground was now filled with blood. Trace covered the whole over with dirt.
"Now the fun part."
Trace placed his hand over the hole, and his eyes changed from their usual colour to a blood red.
"Pario is quisnam manipulates ago , is quisnam imperium quadrivium quod is quisnam can tribuo meus votum."
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Post by citizenmike on Jun 4, 2009 14:25:39 GMT -5
Johnny watched Trace preform the ritual with fascination. He was either mad or he knew exactly what he was doing. You could just tell.
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Post by Trace on Jun 4, 2009 14:34:05 GMT -5
The ground around Trace suddenly erupted, closing around him, creating a magical dome that seperated him from the others. Trace slowly got to his feet, and examined the dome. Exactly like he remembered, there was no way in or out, no matter how strong you are.
"I'm a little apprehensive about this Trace. The last time you did this ritual you killed off my bretheren."
Trace spun around and looked over the figure that had suddenly appeared. He was wearing a smart suit, his hair was black, and combed neatly. He looked sane, and he was younger than he expected, in his late thirties.
"The Goat had it coming," Trace told him "He's thrown a lot of crap at me."
"More than you shall ever know." The crossroads Demon told him, "Now what can I do for you?"
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Post by citizenmike on Jun 4, 2009 14:51:39 GMT -5
Johnny flicked his cigarette to the ground as he exhaled a could of smoke, paying very close attention to everything going on before him.
It was Trace's deal to make. Whatever it was, it was gonna get them out of here. Now, Johnny had to be thankful.
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Post by Trace on Jun 4, 2009 15:42:24 GMT -5
"We want out of this god forsaken hell hole, back to the present. Well, their present." Trace spoke, remembering that this is his present, and that he desires to return to the past.
"The great Traciel, coming to a Demon for help. But then again, this isn't the first time for that." The figure looked at Trace, a sick look of satisfaction in his eyes.
"Dont call me that, I gave up that name. And I dont know what your talking about, thankfully."
"Very well. But remember, for me to send you back there, I must have something in return, and theres only one thing you can give me."
"And what would that be?" Trace asked, although he already had a feeling what that would be.
"I want your memories, or rather I want you to have your memories back." The Demon walked towards Trace, and pointed a finger at his skull. "I know you blocked them away yourself, to keep away all the pain of your time in hell.
Trace looked at the Demon with trepidation in his eyes. "Fine." Trace stuck his hand out towards the Demon to seal the deal, and with a grin the Demon shook it, his eyes flashed red and Trace's body suddenly burned.
"It is done." The Demon spoke, and suddenly, everything in this realm went white.
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Post by Tig on Jun 4, 2009 16:22:11 GMT -5
Anya stood beside Johnny, the only one she really trusted, it helped that he was human, everyone else wasn't human, and that made it hard for her to trust them, everyone had their secrets.
Shoving her hands in her pockets, she took a look around, calmly, as the realm when white. Her eyes narrowed, her tongue moistening her lips.
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Post by wingedwarrior on Jun 4, 2009 23:54:01 GMT -5
Daemon was glad that Trace was dealing with this and not him. He had other problems to overcome at the moment. Voices in his head (mostly that damn demon) had given him more reason to drive up up the wall. He thought he'd be used by it by now but that remained a false assumption.
Stupid, stupid, dumbass, you are capable of leading this group why not own up to it? Oh right wait--you will just lead them to their graves. Thats what you do? protect people then kill them, right? Toditous (croaky-voice man) hissed louder than ever. The hiss making his head throb and making him groan in pain.
Daemon dropped down to his knees but quickly stood up. He did not want any drama at this moment. The nose inside him was bringing the worst of him. It was nearly unbearable.
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Post by maliciousmatt on Jun 5, 2009 1:19:20 GMT -5
Mr. Psycho was quietly hanging in the background. He decided hanging in the background and gathering data on each person was a good idea. Then suddenly Mr. Psycho caught a quick motion in the corner of his eye. He watched the guy with the blade wings get up. This made Mr. Psycho curious, he knew something was up with this guy. He slide up behind the blade wing guy, hanging behind him, not being noticed. His smile more wicked than usual.
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Post by citizenmike on Jun 5, 2009 1:57:20 GMT -5
Johnny gave Anya a smile as the area around them went white. Calling out for Trace, Johnny said, "What's going on?"
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Post by wingedwarrior on Jun 5, 2009 2:55:43 GMT -5
Daemon grit his teeth. The screeching was worsening.
"Yeah, Trace. What is going on?"Daemon managed to shout.
Daemon felt uneasy for several reasons. Not just the demon's voices that screeched and rung in his head, it was the condition of the moment. What had been going on there--over there, where Trace stood. He wished and wondered that he able to see what Trace did, for if he did, he would know exactly what was going on and this lack of knowledge added to his unease. It was his intuition that also warned him that something was not right. Something evil perhaps, he wish he knew.
Daemon could not help but notice that there was something wrong, no misplaced maybe. He looked at Johnny and Anya, and realized "Crazy" was missing. Where was the nut job anyway? Daemon tapped Johnny on his shoulder.
"Hey John, where's Mr. Crazy," Daemon whispered. "Wasn't he with us a while ago?"
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Post by Trace on Jun 5, 2009 2:57:17 GMT -5
There was silence from Trace as everything went white. His mind went into overdrive, the mental blocks he had put in place were disintegrating. All his memories were coming back to him. He had attempted to block everything out, including who he truly was, but they had been leaking out slowly. Now, he remembered it all.
The white light slowly faded out. It took several minutes for Trace's eyes to come into focus, but he realised where they were instantly. Room 4, the old Room 4. It had worked, they were back.
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Post by wingedwarrior on Jun 5, 2009 3:05:23 GMT -5
Daemon blinked and they were back. He could not believe his eyes. They were back to the old Animus, the sane one. Daemon felt relief, finally back into a less crazy land. But what now? Is everyone going to go their separate ways?
"So--what now? Do we go find clues like when I arrived? Are we going to go soul searching?" Daemon said.
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Post by citizenmike on Jun 5, 2009 4:41:46 GMT -5
"Not now.", Johnny said as he headed out the door. "The only place I want to soul search is bed."
Johnny stepped outside and was relieved to see the Animus he knew. The normal Animus. He was getting too used to this place...
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Post by wingedwarrior on Jun 5, 2009 4:44:05 GMT -5
Daemon stood there, he did not know what to do next. He looked at Johnny as he left.
"Hey John, may I come?"
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