<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> Timestamp- Mia 23rd 81378 </td></tr></table> <span style='color:#7A8088'> Sketch felt her eyes water. Only then did she realize she had been staring, unblinking for many minutes now. Affront her blazed a small hot cooking fire that she had made in the early evening. Around her was an endless forest of fir and pine trees, each stretching upwards to the dark sky, disappearing into the blackness. She did not know how she had gotten here, and forgot everything of her life before hand. Sketch had always had a tendency to fluctuate between high and low points. The doctors told her that it was "bi-polar disorder". But labels are for textbooks, not for living creatures. Whatever the abnormality was, it was going into effect now. Like an enormous wave, she could do nothing but ride it out. Staring at the fire, the corners of her peripheral vision darkened. Her line of sight was now limited, forming a sort of parallelogram shape. The shadow outside the box was not a flat color of black, but an emptiness that frightened her. Suddenly, like a ghostly hand had turned an invisible volume knob, her awareness for the sub audible sounds around her heightened gradually. She could hear the hiss of water evaporating out of the wood in the fire, and the respiration and cellular gas exchange of the foliage growing. Her own blood pumping through her veins pounded deafeningly like a cosmic drum. By now the darkness that was her consciousness beyond physical eyesight had began to brighten into shapes and forms. She felt herself passing out of the logical world and into something beyond. In history and philosophy books of Ramath-Leih she had read that this magical and wondrous place of mystery was the house of the great spirit and the source of magic. However, she'd read a lot of bullshit in philosophy books, and often didn’t believe a word of it. But now she knew the truth abut everything, and it was so clear she felt stunned that’s she had not known it before. In her heart she felt that she had know it for a long time, but had never called upon herself for the knowledge. But her consideration was now gone as her logical mind was numbed. She could no longer think or make sense of what she was seeing, but only sit back and watch the intricacy unfold. By now the shadows had filled in with vibrant hallucinations of random pictures, faces and ghostly beings. They looked like hollow transparent overlays on the ordinary plane of vision, not colored in regular blues, reds or greens but colors that she had never seen or imagined. Colors so low wavelength or high wavelength that ordinary dragon eyes could not perceive. Of course, it made sense. All mysteries of the ordinary world were obvious. She saw that each living organism was connected by a being fabricated of this low frequency light, a strange dark energy. There was only one of these beings, and Sketch had the pulling feeling that this was the higher being that ordinary casualties at every point of history believed to be "God". Oh but how they were all so wrong. This dark creature, now intensified and brightened to appear outlined in a brilliant ultraviolet. If it must be compared to some common creature it would be an octopus, but with considerably more appendages. Thousands. Millions. Billions maybe. She saw that every branch was somewhere linked to the main center. The center was small and unimportant. It was the great subdivisions that made it great. The beings arms waved randomly, moaning terrifying sounds so low frequency the common ear would never hear. Inside her head, she could hear it whisper. Almost silently she could hear not words… but numbers? Yes, numbers, and if she were not mistaking, it was whispering times tables. Multiples of three. Listing… listing whispering still, a million syllables a second. Before she had time to focus on the whispers, she found herself following an appendage, drifting silently along its branches. Around her she saw that at the tip of each branch was a soul linked to a single physical body. We were all connected. After all the hatred spouted through us and spread like a deadly disease, in truth we were all one mind, each separated into different puppets and set free in a common world to live a life of happiness and light, having a temporary chance to learn what real beauty was and escape the monotonous world of eternity and emptiness that really was. Although physical life was full of lies and deception, our intelligence was low enough to find peace within our insignificant lives. The meaning of life was to endure the rewards of nature, to gaze upon the sunset over the great ocean, or to turn our face to the pale moon in the warmth of a summer night. That was all we were here for, not for some great purpose that we so search for. Before Sketch could collect her thought she felt a pull on the back of her head and the sub-energetic octopus vanished. She was now suspended in a great white emptiness. The world of light? She no longer had visual direction, but viewed her surroundings in 360 degrees or more. Not that there was much to her surroundings as nothing but blank white noise. She felt herself attached to an invisible track that pulled her forward constantly, not fast, not slow, just… going… Here she drifted for an eternity. She felt that perhaps she was time itself, ticking away while the rest of the universe struggled to keep up. And she thought… what would happen if I stopped? Before she could complete the thought she was whipped around a bend, like a u-turn in the invisible track and the space around her turned black. She had returned to her own dimension. The negative side. Without her knowledge she was acceleration at a ridiculous number of light-years per second, and in an instant she was snapped back into the physical world. Her surroundings were dark and air tight, and no matter how she pushed, could not move. After some time, a weak part on the top of her shell began to soften so she pushed constantly upward. Soon, she sprouted, and once again the simple world of light reflection was hers. She sat within herself, watching always the rest of the world unfold around her. As time passed, she grew taller and stronger, branching out many times to expand her surface area, and increase photosynthesis. She was a fir tree, innocent as an angel and happy as a soul could be. Never before would she have guessed that a plant possessed the same consciousness as a fully capable dragon, but alas it was true. All living things were still linked to the same great being, for there was only one source of life. While the arrangement of molecules may differ in many ways, there is still a common denominator. If only we all realized that sooner. <object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" width="1" height="1"> <param name="movie" value="http://thefilebin.com/userfiles/vanashnaha/005.swf"> <param name="quality" value="high"> <embed src="http://thefilebin.com/userfiles/vanashnaha/005.swf" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="1" height="1"></embed></object> And a moment later, Sketch reattached to her former penndragonesque self. She still gazed into the fire, and felt an insect crawl across her paw. She did not panic and squish the bug, or even flinch. She merely looked into the burning wood. The burning limbs of her brothers and sisters. </span>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Lolz, I accept your challenge!</td></tr></table> "It can be scary when it tries to give you a message, can't it..." Said a figure sitting directly across the fire, decked out in thick armor, battle scarred and cracked in several spots. The mirrored visor was open however, revealing a rotting corpse, with pupiless eyes. "Sometimes messages can be sent from those we cannot even describe, with a meaning that is not always so clear. Did you realise the meaning of it, my dear?" He asked, the top right half of his body suddenly shifting into sand and falling to the ground, before forming back together, and become uncharred again...
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>bring it! -__- (lol)</td></tr></table> <span style='color:#7a8088'> Sketch did not know what was more terrifying, her vision, or the nightmare that seemingly had materialized out of nothing in front of her. At first, she had assumed that the figure was a continuation of the hallucination, but now a cold wind chilled her flesh and she became sure that she'd returned to reality, filling her with a stunned dread. The casualty did not appear to be be of a threatening sort, just an oddity. The tone of his empty voice seemed almost soothing, but evil can be cunning. However, his blank eyes seemed to stare intently beyond her face, deep into her soul. Connecting. She'd often had such experiences, but never questioned their meaning. She assumed that they were above mortal understanding and she was just wasting her time trying to piece them together. But now, she began to think. She could already feel the vivid memory fading, pieces and images vanishing. </span><span style='color:#bebeb4'> "I wouldn't know. It happens so... fast. Can you help me?" </span><span style='color:#7a8088'> She spoke meekly, ears back, head down, looking up at the figures face at an akward angle, like one looks at an attacking bear, trying to look least threatening. She knew that physically, she was weak, and her mind was still considerably numb, leaving her remarkably vulnerable. But she had a strange surreal feeling about this... </span>
He laughed heartily. <span style='color:gray'>What do you need help with?</span> He spoke into her mind. <span style='color:gray'>There's not much I can do, besides probe into your mind, see your hopes and desires, and then maybe possess you... I only came here because I felt a force rivaling that of a god... But that couldn't be you? Could it?</span> His body continued to change shape and form, sand, then ashes, then water, then stone, then steel, then wood, but it always reformed back to the armored, rotting corpse. Suddenly the figure changed, long whiplike blackness extended from the body, and then the whole thing turned into a patch of darkness. It flexed, and jumped at her, wrapping itself around her body, and dissolving through her flesh. <span style='color:gray'>Interesting...</span> Came the telepathic voice in her head again, but not to her head, it was already IN her head. <span style='color:gray'>Potential, great potential, You would do great if you only knew how...</span> <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Har Har, it begins... :D </td></tr></table>
<span style='color:#7a8088'>Sketch opened her mouth to scream, but as she flexed her larynx, it made no sound. As if her muscles had been frozen, she went numb, and felt herself topple to the ground. However, the impact was never felt. To her it seemed that she’d fallen straight through the ground. Her vision went blurry and began to shake violently as colors inverted and brightened in random patterns. This was unlike any vision she’d ever received normally. Usually her premonitions came on much the same, but this time she was filled with panic. She soon found herself standing in a great dark room. It stretched on forever, and was completely black save for what looked like spiraling tornadoes of red light. There were hundreds of them, but none less than 30 feet from another, distinguishing the depth of the space around her. Sketch tried to look up to see where the funnel-clouds originated, but found she still could not. Although she could not look down to see it, she knew that her body was not present. She was inside herself… but today she was not alone. Another spirit was there with her, lurking in the shadows. She could hear him whispering, but could not make out what he said. Her fear began to be replaced with fury. ‘Parasite’ she thought. ‘Get out!’ She screamed to him in her voiceless thought. She recalled what he’d said earlier… //.. I felt a force rivaling that of a god.. but that couldn’t be you?…// ‘You better believe it, precious’ She thought. ‘You want to probe me? Your mistake.’ No, he had not hurt her, but she sensed him searching through her mind… her deepest secrets and memories. Things that should not bee seen by any being, alive, dead or other. She would show him the horror that lurked in her. As she began to concentrate, the spinning red tornadoes began to brighten and move closer together until they finally merged into a great column of fiery power. From inside a horrid noise began to rise, like the sound of a cat caught in a meat grinder, but frighteningly loud. From the fire grew a great figure of a dragon. Not a penndragon, but an actual ancient creature. It seemed to rise up at least a hundred feet, its long neck thin but strong, mounting a traditional reptilian skull. Its eyes blazed with a fire like burning lithium, and the same fire rolled in waves from its curved mouth. It’s body was massive, but sleekly built, like that of a leopard, seemingly made of liquid strength. Scales like black diamonds covered its entire body, gradually declining in size towards its head and tail. Sketch had been raised to believe that the blood of the great magical race ran through her families veins, and made her elite. Though she’d never accepted the notion of superiority, she knew that she was connected to a greater Fronomian spirit, which may be responsible for her strange visions. However, until now, she’d not visually seen anything like this from within her. But now adrenachrome filled her veins as the creature let out a single massive cry that would shatter the confidence of any creature, including herself. She felt slightly uneasy in the field of controlling this spirit, but did not try to draw it back. This ought to scare out the dark invader. So she waited.</span>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>How can I compare with a crazy nice post like that!?! :huh: :D </td></tr></table> He was shocked. <span style='color:gray'>It seems you have talent...</span> Her muttered, and halted his searching to face her for a moment. He materialised beside her, now one solid figure, his battered red armor gleaming dully in the glow the creature created. The corpse inside turned it's pupiless, rotting eyes to her, amazed at her display. <span style='color:gray'>Close but no cigar...</span> He said, and his body convlused it warped and shifted, until it was no longer comparable to anything alive. <span style='color:gray'>Be a witness to the power of the dead!</span> Came a distorted voice from the spasming substance, and it launched itself into the chest of the dragon. The dragon roared, and changed color to a greyish black. It had bright red glowing eyes that spun inside it's skull in a whirling vortex of power. The corrupted dragon now reached a massive, clawed hand towards Sketch, it's hatred towards something, not her, or anything here... But a hatred for something filled the empty space, penetrating it, and filling even Revol with dread...
<span style='color:red'>"Ascu senta harata!"</span> A menacing creature appeared, all black save it's red eyes. An Anubi appeared dressed in the garb of an Anubi priest. His eyes were pure red, no pupils, no whites. He was in no way dead though, he glared at Revol. The words he had just said had caused a dark wall to appear between the girl and Revol. The words he spoke no one in the room would understand, they had to no right to. <span style='color:red'>"Get control of yourself Revol or I shall have to revoke your right to be even in this state! You know I can, you've seen me do it before. You are a mere spirit, your powers are limited, saying you trade in life. Matters of Fromnia are best left to those who know it best. Those of us who know more of it then you will ever imagine." </span> He turned to the Sketch and bowed. <span style='color:red'>"I am Umoreul Paush in your tounge. You I know are the one they call Sketch, how you ask? I'm a seer, and I know when another enters my field. You summoned a Fjuesh Pjudym, I have seen many in my time, but black ones are rare. Only an elite few may summon them. I will do no probing of your mind, you do not have to answer anything I ask, is this okay with you?"</span> He held his hand out to her, his shadow did an out of sink sigh. There was something bonded to him. A creature that helped his power. Something that had questions and answers, but the inbetween was him who had questions and answers himself. He had scars running up his arms and legs and his paws were covered in them, to the point where it looked painful. His arms were partially covered by some intricatly engraved bracers, what was on them, only an Anubi would know. This room is filled with secrets, some of which would be revealed soon.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Batcountry, edit your first post to include a timestamp please. All threads are required to have a timestamp.</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>will be absent for a while. Exams and all x_o</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>I can wait.</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Not a problem</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> am back. Exams are half over, but if I have to read another damn note on the immune system or punnet squares, i'll kill myself. </td></tr></table> <span style='color:#7A8088'> Sketch screamed. Pain ripped through her as if every blood cell had turned to a diamond knife. Never before had she felt such an excruciating feeling. She felt herself crumple to her knees, when suddenly, she noticed something from the corner of her eye. Two red orbs seemed to float, disembodied in the emptiness. It spoke to her, but she could not hear it, though she strained her ears. She could feel herself growing weaker, but a spark of hope had lit inside her, and she held on. She closed her eyes and suddenly.... the pain began to fade... fade... dimming away... Bewildered, her eyes flickered open and she found herself face to face with the pupilless red eyes, now encased in a terrifying face. But somehow, she felt a strange trust for the being. He had saved her. What was he? She wanted to ask, but her confidence had been quite degraded over the past few minutes. He spoke to her, once again, in her own language. Umoreul Paush? He held his hand out to her, and she hesitated at first. Trust was not something one should give out freely, for now she did not even trust herself, but once again a magnetic force pulled her to the creature, putting her mind at ease. Or at least as at ease as it could be in the current predicament. So, at once, she extended a shakey paw and took his hand, pulling herself to her feet. She made a quick glance at his arms, and noticed the intricate web of scars, twisting and weving like outer-veins. What had come to harm this great creature? Sketch suddenly felt very small. Not but an hour ago, she was at peace with the land. Confused, yes, but felt generally safe in the world she lived in. Now, in a flash, it had been turned upside down, and been brutally exposed to the darkest terrors that lurk beneath our noses, unwatched. Suddenly she snapped out of her state of shock, and realized that Umoreul had asked her about the great dragon she had summoned. Now that she thought about it, she realized she did not know where it had come from, nor that she was capeable of something like that. Yes, she always felt that there was something deep in her soul that shone with an energy from a powerful fronomian force, but would never have dreamed of a creature like that. All at once, she seemed to relax... a miscalculation that if she had been alone could have been quite fatal, or worse. She'd forgotten about the other great darkness that was still present and watching, waiting to strike like a great serpent...</span>
The armored figure suddenly floated from the chest of the dragon, and the energy of the dragon itself was absorbed into Revol. He dropped to the ground, and walked over to the two. "You know nothing of the power I control Anubi... Different planets have different magic, along with different spiritual worlds. You know this one yes, but although I'm a guest, I still have more power than you think..." He whirled to Sketch, his armor screeching and groaning as decades old metal grated against itself. "You have more than you think you do..." He muttered to her telepathically, making sure to block out Paush... Then leaped backwards and vanished in midair as everything warped and changed until there was no trace of Revol. "I'll be here, watching... So don't talk about me behind my back..." Came his voice into their heads telepathically, and then everything went quiet...
Paush smirked and started yelling to the ceiling where the creature had disappeared to. <span style='color:red'>"What little do you know young one! There is more to me then you could imagine, two worlds is nothing to me. I know more then you could ever imagine...I spent time on Earth thousands of years ago, when the pyrimids were non-existant, I was summoned by the call of a young maiden searching for the body of her lost love, Fromnia and the Spirit World of Earth are connected. She found the connection and came in contact with me. I helped her, my reward was knowladge of their world. What more I'm bound not to say. The Code keeps me silent.</span> Paush turned to the young one, Sketch as she was called. <span style='color:red'>Tell me what did you see, tell me all...I promise you after this I can teach you, I can teach you a way to control these, visions and outbursts. A way that you can interpert them. This can be a very useful skill later in life. You never know, you may save the world one day with your visions. I will also teach you a way to make that dragon real, only to be used in self defence mind you. Or I guess you could try and keep it as a pet...</span> He laughed a little at this idea. He himself was a master at these arts, Demons, Darkness, and Summons were only a few of his specialties, and reasons for the scars. Games of old, games long forgotten, games he would not speak of, along with wars and such that he would not speak one bit of. He stuck to the Code no matter what. He was a true Anubi, yet there was alot of things that were different about him. He seemed alot nicer then many of the older Anubi, and a bit more sane. His scars had faded, the ones that were still there did stick out though. All of them were dark though, just like his skin. He was old, very old, yet he seemed to have the strength of a young pendragon. Age had no effect on him. The spirit in the room did not unerve him one bit. Spirits didn't scare him, some of his own kind did.
<span style='color:#7a8088'>Sketch stared in shock at the collapsed figure of the great dragon. She couldn't begin to guess what Revol, as they called the nightmare, had done to it. Walking to it's side she looked into its sad face, fangs protruding helplessly from its limp maw. Sketch felt her eyes well up with tears as guilt rose inside here. She'd brought the creature here and now this had happened. Why did she always hurt everything she came in contact with? She raised a delicate hand and reached out to touch the great beasts flank, but found her hand went through it. And with that, it faded away, piece by piece, scale by scale. Regret was soon replaced by anger, and Sketch wiped the tears from her face, and spun around to face Paush. </span> <span style='color:#bebeb4'>"You have to help me get stronger. I'll tell you anything..." </span> <span style='color:#7a8088'> Her mind began to churn. What had she seen? She could rarely remember her visions barely half an hour after she'd experienced them. But it had not been quite that long, so she closed her eyes and concentrated on bringing it back. She remembered as she rose from her body, the sound of some sort of ancient radio broadcast from a world, dead... or maybe not yet existant. </span> <span style='color:#8a7f7d'> "And the angel of the lord came unto me snatching me up from my place of slumber. And took me on high and higher still until we moved to the spaces betwixt the air itself. And he brought me into a vast farmlands of our own midwest. And as we descended cries of impending doom rose from the soil. One thousand nay a million voices full of fear. And terror possessed me then. And I begged "Angel of the Lord what are these tortured screams?" And the angel said unto me, "These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots! You see, Reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day and to them it is the holocaust." And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat like the tears of one million terrified brothers and roared, "Hear me now, I have seen the light! They have a consciousness, they have a life, they have a soul! Damn you! Let the rabbits wear glasses! Save our brothers!" Can I get an amen? Can I get a hallelujah? Thank you Jesus." </span><span style='color:#7a8088'> She did not understand the strange tongue the creature spoke in, but felt it had a great significance of some sort.<object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" width="1" height="1"> <param name="movie" value="http://thefilebin.com/userfiles/vanashnaha/69.swf"> <param name="quality" value="high"> <embed src="http://thefilebin.com/userfiles/vanashnaha/69.swf" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="1" height="1"></embed></object> She felt herself detach from reality, but began to talk. If she was lucky she could dictate what she saw to Paush. So she began....</span> <span style='color:#bebeb4'> "The world is faded. No colors. No light. Everything is gray.. just gray and flat. Just matter. Everthing else is light. Light feeds us. And then we feed on each other... on the smaller things. They're all circles. But the circles line up into a great tube. The tube connects us. Not all of us, but some. That group of people will encounter each other through life, and noone else. It's planned ahead of time."</span> <span style='color:#7a8088'> Sketch felt her eyes open to their fullest extent staring blindly as she ranted. She was pretty positive she was still talking aloud, but couldnt really tell. Her visions had returned as intensely as she had seen them in the first place. She drifted far away from the solar system and stared down on it. It did not appear like it did in pictures, but like an heat-map. Or energy map, whatever. </span> <span style='color:#bebeb4'> "The sun circles the rest of the system, opposing what physics had always told us. But what did books know? The sun is nothing but an electron rotating a charged ion. So much for thinking we were big an important."</span> <span style='color:#7a8088'> But now her vision changed again, and far away she could hear her voice still dictating what she saw. The spidary octopus had returned once more illuminated of the sub-visual ultraviolet light. Connecting every soul from our ion, to the next and the next and so on. Furthermore connecting us to the greater beings whos universe housed a million of our universes. We were still all equal, no matter to size. In a flash, like turning in a super-electron-microscope, she zoomed in a billion times to look at the smallest cellular forms on our own planet, and finding that we housed our own tiny universes, where civilizeations also created religions and genocides. Sketch supposed that was the way of all life. But looking past the creatures themselves, she noticed that they too were bound with fibers of the ultraviolet octopus. Well, she guessed it would be a millipus. Or Billipus. Or something like that. 10 to the power of a million pus. It seemed penndragons had not created enough numbers. Then the vision shifted once more. Or had it. Sketch found herself staring at her own hands. They were covered in blood. She blinked and she awoke, laying flat on her back, with the face of Paush staring at her from above. </span> <span style='color:#bebeb4'> "Did you get all that?" She said weakly.</span>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Excellent Post! :D </td></tr></table> Revol was amazed, how could she even attempt to discover what the true nature of this was, he had done it himself once, been punished for it by something much stronger and greater than he... "How could you..." He broke off, and became one with fromina again. His body writhed and twisted, the soul he had forced out of the way when he was taking the body for his own was struggling to get free. An unearthly screech came from inside, and he himself was forced out of the way as a stream of white escaped the corpses mouth to join with fromina. He was thrown backwards to hover in the air, the molecules of the body dissolving and disintigrating into atoms to rejoin the other world. He was left with only his own self, which angered him. "I completed the ritual, why would the spirit have more power than me?! I was promised..." He broke off again, searching through his memories, searching for answers. He came to no conclusion, found no answer. These events were totally out of his control. "I want to see where this is going..." He said to the other two, and floated over. For some reason he could see them, by the thousands... The dead... Those he had killed were at the front, backed up by those who hated him for disturbing the natural order, then those like him, those half dead, those who met the rapine... He fled into Sketch, a mind that might cause him, the nightmare, nightmares of his own... He looked out through Sketches eyes, saw the spirits trying to get in, to send him away, to destroy him, but being forced away. "Looks like I'm stuck with you until I can get back to the real world..." He muttered to her, and felt a deep sorrow, a regret... Maybe his emotions coming back were telling him something, maybe his revenge was unimportant...
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Geh. Not the best post i've ever written. Im sorry if my grammar and sentance structure is off today. Its late, and Im very tired. I tried though.</td></tr></table> Just as reality began to seep upon her mind, it was interupted yet again. She felt her heat jerk back and up so she was staring wide eyed at the sky, eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her initial reaction was to brace herself and prepare for another vision wave. Sure the premonitions were wonderfully interesting for everyone else, but they had begun to take their toll on Sketch's body. Her head ached and throbbed. Once more, she felt as if she had pop rocks in the inside of her skull. She was exhausted. "Not something else" she thought "please, no..." but her prayers went unheard once again as she felt a distinct prescence in her. You know the feeling you get when somebody is standing a little to close to you, invading the personal bubble but as she spun around she saw that there was nobody there. Or was there? Sketches eyes were now narrowed. He was there, inside her. She knew he was. Revol. "Come out come out... wherever you are... " She called, slightly mocking. Although she feared the being, she had begun to take note of the others comments. She had potential. Perhaps she was more powerful than she thought. Deep inside she knew that he was just a prisoner within her. He would not control her, but rather, she control him. Another moth in the killing jar. "Revol!" She cried. She could once again hear herself echoed from far away, connoting that she was still talking aloud. "Get out here coward! Face me! Parasiitttttteeeee!" The last of her words blended into an eagle-like scream of hatred. She was slightly shocked at her own desparation, but was still in awe of her own growing power. She continued to scream... "Come out parasite."
<span style='color:red'>Calm down...soemthing must be wrong with him, he usually wouldn't do something like this. Revol! What are your intentions? You crazy coot! If your going to try to hide try it when I'm not around...</span> He held his hand to the side and in a woosh of black smoke a dark tinted jar appeared. A spirit jar. <span style='color:red'>You know the rules Revol, nothing gets in nothing gets out, so you going to come quietly or am I going to have to cause you pain?</span> He was highly perturbed by Revol at this point, if he was going to figure out what followed Revol back, he needed Revol in one piece...mainly as bait but, also to help figure out what it was and if he could defeat it quickly or if he would just capture it and study it like he did most creatures. With has many dark Creatures in Jars as he had he could most likely cause mass maham with just a few of them. They were all controled by him though so he could make them do what he wanted. Luckily he wasn't a master of maham.
Revol's voice suddenly echoed in the space; "I don't really feel like coming out and getting ripped to pieces by those pissed off spirits thank you. When I recover my energy from whatever the hell happened to destroy my body, then I'll come out and wreak havoc on these puny, arrogant, souls... Until then, you're my new host lady..." He dug himself a deep hole in her mind, near to her memories, so unless she wanted to lose alot, she would have to leave him alone. He wanted to know what the hell was going on here, and why he sudddenly had all his energy stolen by something... Something unseen that now prowled outside Sketch, hunting him... "Bastard! Just wait, when I'm back to full strength, I'll fight you! Cowardly ass! Attack me while my back is turned... Now I have to perform the ritual earlier than I was supposed to!" He screamed to the invisible hunter, his spirit shaking with rage within Sketch...
