<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Dyo 81378 (4) 34</td></tr></table> Ceran plopped out of the air after going through the black doors. "Where the hell am I now?" He immediatly asked himself. He was about to get up but he felt several broken ribs. He was wondering how and when this happened but the memories of before the door came floding back. "Must find my brother." He grunted as he forced himself up. He fell back down and nearly passed out right then and there. "Why am I so tired???" He asked himself.
<span style='color:red'>"No! No! It...it can't be! It's not supposed...to be...here.</span> Veja was shocked. He stared at his hands. It wasn't supposed to be this way. They were to only exist in Fronima. But it wasn't. It was clear to him. As plain as day. The binders were back. They were in the Real World now. As Veja plopped to the floor, he tried to remember what happened. He was in the ballroom, when he opened the door. He was pulled in and grabbed. He successfully defeated his strangely invisible opponent. But soon after he collapsed. Only to wake up, here. But where was here. Nowhere. A swamp <span style='color:red'>NOT FAIR!</span> Veja screamed out. Birds took flight from the trees at the sound of this noise. Veja's body was now completely covered in squiggly lines and weird symbols. The once, cool, calm, and collected pendragon, has been left feeling helpless.<span style='color:red'>Not...fair.</span>
"What is wrong?" Ceran asked as he crawled over to Veja who was now screaming out and sending birds flying. He noticed the strange symbols making their way over his body. "Is that ramathian?"
OOC: Character name: Voltan (just to be known :D, oh yeah, im a guy, not a girl) Voltan was flying north, just staring at the murky water. He stared as his reflection, the way his wings moved swiftly up and down. He suddenly smiled, and he was unsure why. Was it because it was such a nice day? Or maybe because he had an odd feeling something was going to happen. He looked up, as if he expected to see someone. He went face first into a tree, and slid down. He lay flat on his back, looking at the sky.<span style='color:blue'> "You must be joking. Even the dumbest of us can fly, and I hit a tree."</span> Voltan was disappointed at how stupid he was. As he lay still, he heard talking. He got up, and brushed the dirt off of his silver fur. He slowly crept towards the voices, looking at the ground to make sure he didnÂ’t walk over any branches.
Ceran's ears pricked up as he heard someone crash into a tree. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Why you trying to be quiet?</td></tr></table> He continued to stare about as if waiting for a predator to pounce on him, forgetting about Veja.
Voltan looks over the huge bush. He saw two fellow Ramathians sitting there, one screaming while looking at his hands, and the other calmly sitting there, looking straight at him. Voltan calmly walked out and stood in front of the calm one. <span style='color:blue'>"Uh...Hey...WhatÂ’s wrong with him?" </span>asked Voltan as he pointed at the screaming body. He noticed the symbols on his body, and they looked similar to his own on his face.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>sry, been busy...</td></tr></table> <span style='color:red'>This is...it's not. It's not from here. Nor is it supposed to be here. It's from a plant. That grows only in Fronima. They are used for those that brake laws. THese symbols are called 'binders'. Now I can't use any good magic. This is not right. WHoever is here, knows we're here. They know what we know. They know what we don't want them to know.</span> VEja stopped. He was confused, angry, and deprived. As he calmed himself down, he looked at Ceran, than he darted his eyes at the wandering flyer. <span style='color:red'>And who are you?</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"Me? Im Voltan." </span>said Voltan, as he grinned lightly. He was now confused as well. He could use magic, even with the markings on his face. Although his is just on his face, and the other Ramathian had it all over his body. And who was this person that Ramathian spoke of? Was he hostile? Was he after the other Ramathians? <span style='color:blue'>"Who are you? And do you need any help?!? And who do you speak of?!?!" </span>said Voltan, looking at both of the Ramathians.
Ceran passed out as he attempted to rise to his feet. He lay motionless on the ground. Barely breathing.
<span style='color:blue'>"Uh...I think he's hurt...Uh ok...Think me...Minor heal..." </span>said Voltan, as he stared at the Ramathian who passed out. He could tell that his breathing was shallow, and that he needed some sort of assistance. <span style='color:blue'>"Ok...remember...Chant the words in your head..." </span>said Voltan, as he closed his eyes. He started chanting Nemyj Haul in his mind, and he held out his hands above the Ramathian. His hands started to glow, and then died down to normal color again. The Ramathian breathing became normal, but he seemd unconcious still. Voltan was unsure though, and just started at the Ramathian.
<span style='color:red'>" Ceran... you okay? </span> Veja's powers were blocked so he couldn't really do so much good. <span style='color:red'>Oh yeah! I almost forgot!</span>Veja smiled and rose back on his feet. He brushed himself off, and looked at Ceran. <span style='color:red'>Nice work, Voltan. Now I'll have to wake him up. I guess I'd need a third aura level for this, since I don't want to hurt him. No problem. </span> Veja raised his left hand, index finger extended. <span style='color:red'>"Shade Aura: Dark Dream.</span> His finger glowed. The light flashed on Ceran's body. <span style='color:red'>"That should wake him up. It sends light shockwaves in the mind that will disrupt dreams, nightmares, and concentration spells. It's not a magic spell so I can use it. Thank Fronima. Wait, dont thank Fronima, because I wouldn't have to use Aura Energy. </span>Veja's arm dropped back to its original position.<span style='color:red'> Well, as soon as he picks himself up, we'll be on our way.</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"Where are we going exacly? You were also speaking of someone knowing something that we dont want them to know. Who is this?"</span> asked voltan, taking a deep breath, and holding his other questions for later. He looked at his arm, where his machina weapon is. He wondered if he had to use it or not, and if so, against who, what, and how many.
Ceran's eyes fluttered open as he woke up. "Thank you for wakeing me up. But why is it so dark in here?" His hand tapped his eyes.
<span style='color:blue'>"Uh...It isnt dark, its actually mid-day. Whats wrong with him?" </span>asked Voltan as he looked towards the Ramathian with the symbols on his body. <span style='color:blue'>"What are both of your names anyway?!?!"</span> asked Voltan, looking at both of the Ramathians. Voltan heard some movement around the tree's. He lifted up his left arm with his machina weapon on it, and held it towards where the noise was coming from. It was comeing closer, at a steady pace. <span style='color:blue'>"Somethings coming..."</span>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>lol, i keep thinking Zoltan instead on Voltan in my head.</td></tr></table> "<span style='color:red'>Don't worry, Ceran. It's just a little after-effect. It'll last for a minute or so. Well, Voltan, I'm Ve... Wait. Listen. </span> There were sounds in the trees around them. They were hushed only at the sound of nothing. <span style='color:red'>"Something's here. We run on three, okay....THREE! </span> Veja darted past the other 'dragons and took off on foot. What ever is in the trees, had friends. And as Veja ran, he heard two of the anonymous creatures following him. But he had no time to look back at what they were. He grasped his fists and began to release his Dark Aura again.
<span style='color:blue'>"Umm...Here goes nothing!" </span>said Voltan as he aimed his left arm down at the ground. He shot his machina weapon called Shinru. It used magic from Voltan, and shot it in ice, electricity, fire, or rock type form. Voltan imagined rock form, and shot at the ground. An explosion went off, and it made a huge puff of smoke. They kept on running, unsure of the path though. They darted up and over tree logs, bushes, and other obstacles. <span style='color:blue'>“What ever you’re going to cast it, do it soon!"</span> shouted Voltan as he saw the aura burst from his fellow ‘dragon.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>OCC: Hi, if you don't mind, Axacual will hunt you guys for a little, and realize that he has mistaken his targets, and you are not those targets. This is open right?</td></tr></table> Axacual continued to run through the brush after his opponents, but a doubt went through his mind. He was not exactly sure if they were the targets he was looking for, but it was better to shoot first, shoot some more, and after everyone was dead try to ask a question on two. Axacual was not planning on killing his prey, just incapacitating and scaring it for the time being. His machina whines as it prepared the projectiles that he was about to fire. A large column of spoke rose ahead. Axacual jumped onto a branch and watched his fleeing prey. He lowered his machina and fired. Over 20 6-foot high columns of energy cut off his fleeing prey. Axacual ducked back out of sight, moving closer to confirm the identity of his prey.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Course it is</td></tr></table> Ceran blindly jumped up into the air dodging several bullets. Although he didn't notice a thing. He sent several Ice balls back at the shots freezing a small area around them. His powers seemed concentrated now that he was blind.
As Veja stood their preparing his aura, he became encamped by long wooden poles. <span style='color:red'>You think this cheap parlor trick can stop me? Watch me. Too bad I dont have a flame aura. This would've been much easier. Time for Death Touching.</span> Veja had now been completely covered in darkness. His eys also went from green to black in the process. As he walked over to the first wooden pole in his path, the grass under his feet began to turn brown. Veja palmed one of the poles and it quickly began to rot and deteriorate. <span style='color:red'>Dark Armor.</span> His whole body was now covered in a metallic steel. His claws had also become larger. <span style='color:red'>Now, who's there? And who wants some?</span> Veja felt extremely cheesy at the moment. But also extremely tired.
<span style='color:blue'>"Whoa...Lets stop running then," </span>said Voltan, keeping about three feet away from the other 'dragon. He thought about a nice, four-foot long sword. His machina weapon suddenly turned into a sword, and popped into the air. Voltan used his right arm and snatched the sword up. He got into a defensive stance, right foot back, and slid to the side, left foot in front and pointed towards the opposite side of the 'dragon. He thought of how smoke comes from fire. He lifted his left arm up, and pointed it at his feet. He arched his arm up to the left side, and loosened his body up. He got onto his toes and readied for an attack from any direction.
