<span style='color: #7a8088'> Sketch couldn’t see. It happened all of the sudden, like somebody turning off a TV. She could hear fine and move normally, but her eyes seemed to have turned themselves off. Terrified, she continued screaming, no longer words, just tortured howls. She was not necessarily in a lot of pain, although it did sting as she felt blood vessels in her eyes pop and send some kind of liquid down her face, most likely blood. But above all the closed feeling of some awful creature in her head overwhelmed her like a refrigerator box overwhelms a claustrophobic. Sketch felt herself drop to the ground, writhing in panic. </span> <span style='color:#bebeb4'> "Paush!!! Help meee. Get him out!" </span> <span style='color:#7a8088'>But she knew that nobody could help her now. She slowly began to calm down, not at ease, but simply exhausted. She could hear the dark presence in her mind. He sat against the back of her head, reading through her memories. Oh god, not those. Please. Please put them away. No I don’t want to see that anymorrrree! That’s it. The creature had touched a nerve and a short series of images, like a movie clip, flashed before her eyes. A young penndragon, 15 or 16 years old maybe. She looked up at Sketch with a horrible look of anger and regret. But with the pictures came her emotions too. Hate. Betrayal. Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, but not as sweet as revenge. </span> <span style='color:#bebeb4'>"I don’t want to watch anymore." </span><span style='color:#7a8088'> All her strength was gone as she as filled with a cold, numbing remorse. She had always known she couldn’t run forever. Not from the truth. When a tree falls in the forest, and there’s nobody around to hear, does it still fall? Of course it did. The great octopus knew. We all knew. Even her. The past was there forever, and always will be, and she knew it. The images continued as she wept in her mind. The tree branch. Why had it been there? Why did she reach for it. She didn't want to hurt her friend. But after all she'd been through alone, she deserved it. But did she really? She watched herself lift the tree branch and raise it to the heavens for all gods to see as she brought it down to make that noise. That terrible noise, like... like... it really was like nothing else. Like an innocent soul's spinal cord detaching from their head. She wasn't supposed to be that fragile. Why did it hit her at that angle! She'd watched her friend fall out of trees and down stairs before back in the happy days, always unbroken. Why now. Why me? The memory continued. The worst. Clear as day, if not clearer, she watched her best friend fall to the ground, limp as a fish, tongue lolling horrifically out of her mouth. Blood poured from her delicate nose, and from a gash on her skull as well. And when she said gash, she really meant more of a dent. She had seen a cat crushed by a falling cinderblock once, and its crushed body was the only thing comparable to this sight. But all flesh can heal. Unfortunately, she noticed last... the worst of all. From her friends delicate ears poured a strange cloudy liquid. Much like soup broth. At once, the memory linked off into another clip. It was old Mr. Harrison, talking endlessly in one of his first aid classes. Rarely did she pay attention, as she had already taken the basics of first aid not but a month before, but required had been signed up for a 'refresher course'. As he droned, all the could think was "is 'refresher' even a word?" but suddenly, her pondering was interrupted. The only two sentences she could remember clearly from any of his classes, and until this horrid day, she did not know why. </span> <span style='color:8a7f7d'>"You know that a victim has a spinal injury when there is a transparent yellowish fluid running from their ears. It is spinal fluid that has been released by the break, usually fatal.” </span> <span style='color:#7a8088'>D, her best childhood was dead by her hand. The hand of the Devil? if God is our father, you though, then Satan must be our cousin. Why didn't anyone else understand these important things? Then, like all her visions, it was gone before she had entirely realized it was there. The entire memory had been instantaneous, so like nothing at all had happened, Sketch returned to her blind self and stared into the whiteness, weeping helplessly. While for now she lurked in deep sorrow and regret, in the back of her mind, her subconscious continued to process and record her inner monologue. It whispered loudly enough for Revol to hear, who may or may not have seen the memory, “If time stops, and nobody’s around to record it, does it really stop?” By now she’d declined into a total dream state. She was lost in her mind, losing control of her body. If she’d been alone in her head, she would have appeared in a coma. But alas, she was not alone. While she was quite unresponsive, she appeared to hold herself in the fetal position, staring glassy eyed into the distance whispering:</span><span style='color:#bebeb4'> “Parasite…” </span>
<span style='color:red'>Revol, you ass...Come on, she doesn't deserve this and you are not going to beat the spirits on your own...as you proved just minutes ago. You can recover in the stupid jar, as you know nothing can get to you and all you have to do is ask to get out. I'll help you catch you stupid demons and maybe get your body back in one piece. Or are you going to be a bloody bastard and ruin this poor girl's life more. I refuse to use her head as a battle ground, though if we don't hurry someone else might. </span> Paush was rather pissed at this point. Revol was being stupid, and if Paush wasn't careful his own spirit counterpart might get frustrated. As she did sometimes. That was never a good thing, she was ruthless and rather scary...Course if you had a giant black and red snake like pendragon coming at you, it would be scary. He knew it would frighten Sketch so he was hoping it wouldn't come to that... <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Sorry for the shortness</td></tr></table>
Revol hesitated, he could use... Nah what the hell, he had nothing for it. The hunter might corrupt him but bleh... <span style='color:gray'>Fine Fine, but listen up, as soon as I'm out, get away, or you'll be sucked in, clear?</span> There was a pop from inside Sketches head, and a whirlwind flew from her right ear, luckily causing no damage. As soon as it was out, it expanded, and turned sideways, towards the seemingly empty air. There was a torrent of screams, along with a strange roar, and the hordes of spirits, along with a strange black octopus like monster became visible as they were sucked into the whirlwind. Everything then dissappeared, and a shifting mass of flesh could be seen floating where the whirlwind used to be. It slowly formed into the body of a middle aged pendragon with reddish black fur, and coal black eyes. Revol dropped to the ground, and spread his arms, his heavy armor flying out of nowhere to him and forming around him. He grinned, and his reflective visor slammed shut... "There, now tell me what the hell is wrong with fromina anubi, I've bin brought to this girl because of something, and now the spirits are after my blood when they were docile before..." He jabbed an armored finger into sketches forhead then. "And I'm NO parasite girl, I only prey on those already fading fast, with nothing to hold onto, I only take innocents when I HAVE TO..."
<span style='color:#7a8088'> Sketch glared loathingly at Revol, not proving very intimidating at all, but oh yes, she was pissed. Her mind felt like it had been rearranged by a blender as she touched below her eye and felt her damp fur. When she removed her hand she saw her fingers were bright crimson. Eeew. Of course by this point she had learned a valuable lesson about opening her mouth and stating her opinion, so she kept quiet, eyes still narrowed. Nevertheless she felt slightly better. She could feel her heart rate slowing... slowing... almost to normal. Sketch sat on the ground, crossing her legs and folding herself into a ball. She decided to remain like this until Revol was clearly gone from the situation. She still could not remember howabouts she had gotten there in the first place, nor where exactly they were. Or even in general. Or at least have a clue. But a clue she had not, as she closed her eyes as they filled with tears and dropped to the ground in red speckles. While seemingly recovering, inside she could not clear the images from her head. As if a ghostly hand had traced the vivid pictures into her retinas, they returned clear as day every time she dared close her eyes. </span> <span style='color:#blue'>"It's not real, Sketch. He's a liar."</span> <span style='color:#bebeb4'>"Your a liar."</span> <span style='color:#blue'>"Aw, don't be like that. We love each other right. I'm there for you."</span> <span style='color:#bebeb4'>"Just go away"</span> <span style='color:#blue'>"I was never here"</span> <span style='color:#7a8088'> Sketch knew it was true. So she remained where he was and waited for the rest of the world to figure out what was going on. Or perhaps Paush could explain her visions. That may help. But not untill he was gone. So she sat, shivering alone, lost in her head. </span>
Paush was livid at this point, he grabbed Revol around the neck and stared him down, his eyes flaming at this point. <span style='color:red'>You do that again and I will personally make sure there is a rather LARGE demon after your puny ass for the rest of eternity!</span> He was dead serious too. Demons and Darkness were his specialty, part of being an Anubi priest so it was thought. It was well known though. His grip was strong and tight, not to mention rough saying the condition of his hands. The jar at this point had dissappeared, but at the window was a white kitten, who meowed. Paush looked up, and he grimiced. He didn't need this right now! He said something in a speech that no one in the room would understand and the cat hissed and then turned and left. It oviously understood and was going to tell someone something. His attention snapped back to Revol. <span style='color:red'>Leave others out of your demon problem...If you want to get rid of it forever you'll have to consult another Master cause this one is tired of your games...</span>
Revol smirked and his flesh and armor melted out of his grasp. "I have no 'demon' problem anubi. you know just as well as me, that something is wrong with Fromina, it has nothing to do with me, and I know you know it too..." He growled, and closed his fist on a wayward wisp of hald dead spirit. He spoke some random words into his closed hand, and then let the spirit go. It flew away at an insane speed, searching for the rest of his team to summon them to Revol. Revol knew that they would have experienced something as well, and he knew that their power was greatest when they were together... "Listen girl, I'm sorry... I AM a little uptight... I really need to find out what the hell is going on here... And if you're the problem, I gotta find a way to help you to save my team's hide..."
From inside the depths of the oblivious darkness, a light burst into flame. Her eyes opened in shock and confusion. Had Revol, the great terror just appologized to her? Unless her mind was playing tricks on her, it seemed as if she were worth more to him than he was letting on. Maybe to both of them. After all, how often does an ordinary dragoness summon the company of two powerful spirits such as these for no reason? Her fear and dread began now to lift and dissipate as she stared into the dark chasms of Revols eyes. Beyond the blackness of shadow there was a spark of life. Yes, he too had a story, too morbid and hidden to read clearly, but she could catch glimpses. He was a leader. A great one worth ever cheveron of his rank. Through him she also saw the reflection of a distant planet. Blue and green in color, simillar to their own. However, this world looked cloudy. Gray and miserable, charred and cold. The aftermath of some unthinkable armageddon. She could not recall what had happened here, but was aware that in the depths of her sub-concious mind, she already knew. All she could see was fire. At closer inspection she could hear the cries of a million tortured screams, and terror possesed her then. The global citizens cried and screamed like dumb children in the inferno of their own corrupted civilizeation. A whole race fallen from the path of the righteous and peacefull, degraded to hateful competitors, scrambling over the backs of the poor to be respected. In the midst of this horrid vision came a tinkly-sweet tune accompanied by lyrics of a strange forgin tounge. <span style='color:gray'>and in my darkest moment feeble and weeping the moon tells me a secret, a confident. As full and bright as i am , this light is not my own and a million light reflections pass over me. Its source is bright and endless she recussetates the hopeless. Without her we are lifeless satalittes drifting...</span> Even if she had been able to translate the words their meaning would still have no meaning to her. Perhaps she would never understand why. She rarely did. All she knew now was that there was far more to know and understand in the ordinary world around her than she could have ever imagined. Her visions had always been questionable, sporting an aura of deep meaning, but shed always conciously told herself that she was crazy, and it was all in her head. Thats what the doctors had told her year after year. Corruption was everywhere. Beliefs should be homemade, not instilled. Returning to full alertness, she rose to her feet and walked to Revol untill they were nearly nose to nose. She no longer feared him. When their faces were but a foot apart, she stared up into his dark eyes, having to turn her face upwards at an uncomfortable angle. So what she was short. Nothing could shatter her confidence now. She knew that once more she was probably getting herself into something she would regret, but that was a common thought. But there were times in ones life when we lose ultimate control over its path, lead by fate alone. Ignioring the putrid smell of decay wafting from the nostrills of the great 'dragon warrior, she held her back straight, shoulders up, back and down. <span style='color:gray'>"Revol. Tell me whats happening here. What am I? Why do I see these things? You know. I know you do." </span> She turned quickly to Paush. <span style='color:gray'>"You know too. Both of you are elite spirits and dont pretend that I mean nothing to you. Something is going on here. What is it?"</span> With eyes fixed open wider than they normally should be she stared with the greatest infatuation she had ever felt. Today would be a changing day, she could feel it in the dirt.... in the air... and in her own blood. Her life had been leading up to this point as she waited for an epiphany.
Paush sighed, he might as well tell her. She might be the one after all. If she wasn't no harm would be done. <span style='color:red'>You know of the plight of the Anubi? Our deaths happen constantly due to a so called 'incurable' plague. You with your powers might be able to save us in finding where the cure is. Not to mention you might be able to predict the next Rapine attack so we may prevent what happened to the Humans and the men like Revol who died on Earth.</span> Paush sighed again. He knew it was a long shot, but she might be able to do it eventally with the right training. He wanted to save his kind and other societies. She might be able to see into the past and find the answer or into the future and save a people. Either way she was bound to greatness. <span style='color:red'>I can train you, but it will have to be in secret for because we don't know what caused the death of the Anubi we don't know if someone is out there who created it to kill them. You will still need to go to school, but you will have a friend there. It will be a half breed who will know that you are there but she won't know who you are. She'll be able to help you too, though she may not seem like it she knows more then you think. I'm sure we can say that Revol here is also a friend, I can say he still has a quest to finish before his soul can rest.</span>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>I'm loving this rp! :D :P </td></tr></table> Revol nodded in silence. Tears slid from his dead eyes as he remembered back to the days before all this... He started telling Sketch and Paush, although he knew they might not even care. "It was a wonderful world, lush green jungles, deep blue oceans, gigantic cities, blinking lights on the face of the world, barren fields of volcanic ash, deserts, tundra... Countless people the world over... I was Commander of almost a quarter of the Earth Military Defense Force, an assembly of the world's greatest nations military might, packed into one lethal punch against all invaders. We were prosperous; Humans, Pendragons and even a few others, Mutants, Hybrids and Aliens, living in peaceful coexistance. It was a time to remember, and remember I have, because when the Rapine came, they destroyed everything, the jungles, the oceans, the cities, the deserts and tundras, the homes... My team was famous by then, an unstoppable force in the military world, commanding vast armies in the defense of our blue gem in the cold of space. We were one of the first into the battle, but we quickly fell behind as the hordes of tanks, assault walkers, genetically enhanced soldiers, and many other types of combat warriors, who charged into the fray. They never knew what hit them. I can vaguely remember one young boy, a Human/Pendragon Hybrid of barely eighteen, young for his kind... He couldn't fight back as his armor was ripped open, and he was dragged out screaming by almost 10 of them... They tore him to bits, and devoured his soul... Imagine not being able to die... He's gone forever now... My team fought for hours, the armies around us dying off, until it was only us left. We could hear the death tolls and status reports from across our world on our com links. And the Rapine, those bastards watched us, a giant circle around my team, waiting for our exhaustion to get to us, our guard to go down, we seemed so tiny when we were once the mightiest force on the planet... I remember Jeffery dying so close to me, pulling the trigger so fast I couldn't see his powered glove, and then his glove was gone, sliced off in one clean swipe, the piece of shrapnel he recieved years before protruding from a disembodied limb in a rapines mouth. He grabbed his gun with the other hand, and kept firing, not shedding a tear until there was a dull click. Sanders was swamped, his walker was seeping hydraulic fluid from everywhere, his gatling guns ripping them to shreds, Khuyt's bike was already broken on the ground, His desert eagles cutting them down as they came at him, before one leaped and impaled him through the middle... Gregory, his cloaking device not helping him as he was trampled to the ground. And watching my own visor being cracked open, feeling the tearing flesh, watching that rapine holding my still beating heart above my head. The one bigger than the rest, with the symbol on his head, the spiral... I remember hearing the com link crackle to life one last time... 'Everything is lost! Everything is lost! They've breached the main council chamber! Security is dead! Lost! Lo...' I remember watching the survivors as they killed each other to get to the safest place possible. I remember the Rapine hunting them down, every last one, I remember one of the last living humans, a small girl of no more than five, hugging her dead mother tightly before she was ripped from the corpse and eaten whole. I remember them begining to devour my soul, before it revived us, the power greater than I had ever seen, reviving what was left of us, giving us the power of immortals... And then we were here... We named ourselves after what we heard in the last radio transmission... All is Lost... Lost... We were The Lost... Girl, I can feel your power, it feels the exact same as the power who gave us life and strength to fight again, the power who gave us the energy and abilities to save this world from the same fate, the power to take revenge! I will help you no matter what the cost, if it helps me fufill my mission..." Revol fell to the ground gasping, as the spirits gathered around him, now trying to help him, flooding into him, bringing him back to his feet, in and out of his dead body, giving it life again. He smiled and whispered a 'thank you' to them only they could hear and there was a ripple of excitement, their own way of replying 'you're welcome'. Revol realised his emotions were now back in force, and he would have to embrace them rather than try and lock them away. Four identical white shaky portals appeared and his team walked out of them, coming to stand behind them. "Sketch, listen to me, I want you to train under Paush. No matter what happens, listen to him, he's been around a lot longer than I have, and although our powers are about equal in different ways, sometimes knowledge can be a strength much greater than power itself. Find out why these things are happening, find out whats wrong with Fromina, find out your purpose... If you ever need me, just call..." He turned to leave, but paused, his team standing silently in front of him. "Maybe I won't leave just yet... I'll stay to hang around with your for a while longer... I'm curious... Sanders, Hunt, Gregory, Jepaj, we're going to help this girl discover her inner strength no matter what..."
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Wow. You guys are absolutely fantastic writers. It's an honor to rp with the both of you! I have to be back at school in like, 8 minutes, so I shall make a full reply after school. </td></tr></table>
When Revol was finished his story, Sketch stared blankly for a few seconds before she remembered where she was. She felt her cheeks were damp and realized she had shed some tears and quickly wiped them away. She would not go so far as to say that she remembered the story from her lifetime or another, but felt a strange attatchment to the time period. Another unexplainable feeling. As a pup she'd heard terrible stories of humans and rapine and a land called earth, but always assumed they had been not but old fairy tales that parents told their children to frighten them into eating their carrots. But now she wasn't quite so sure. By now, all fear of Revol had left her. She saw the tattered soul behind the hardened eyes, scarred by images of the mangled innocent, both friends and strangers. She herself had endured many hardships in her life, but they all now seemed miniscule to the cold truth of this dragons history. Of this ancient worlds history. She would do anything she could to help. Once pity and remorse had left her, she was once more filled with a feeling of importance. Once more both Revol and Paush had implied that she posessed greater power than she'd ever imagined. She wasnt a great ancient commander or anubi priest. She was a chemist and artist or even a dreamer, but nothing more. Right? Maybe not. As Sketch lifted her hands from her sides she stared at them with numb amazement as they seemed to glow. Of course, they werent, it was in her head, but she now felt energied, like being plugged into an electrical socket. Brief glances of years of visions flashed before her inner sight, suddenly piecing together into a greater picture. But for now she did not have time to analyze all that she'd ever seen. She had a mission. Dropping her paws to her side again she looked from Revol to Paush and lowered herself to one knee. <span style='color:gray'> "Great spirits. I belive that only fate has brought us here together this day. I agree, the spiritual world has been in imbalance for some time now, I've sensed it, but said nothing. What could somebody like me do about it anyways. But I think I can help. I will do whatever I can to help solve this. I've always been good at puzzles... perhaps leading me to this point. Paush, let me meet this trainer. I want to get started right now."</span> She began to walk towards him, but before she did, she paused and walked to Revol, leaning in and standing on tip-toes so as they were cheek to cheek. To him she whispered: <span style='color:gray'> "Roses are red, violets are blue... sugar is sweet but not as sweet as revenge. Don't worry, commander. Soon equality will be returned to Fronomia. Stay in touch."</span> With this she walked to Paush, ready for whatever life held in store for her, may it be good, bad, or ugly.
Paush gently put his paw on Sketch's shoulder and then looked at Revol and nodded <span style='color:red'>Though my visit to earth years ago was short, part of the Anubi was left instilled with the Earthlings. The ones they called the Egyptians were a reflection of us. A young priestess by the name of Isis had asked for my help in finding the remains of her husband, his name Osiris. I helped, she was able to revive him, but both left to go to Fromnia. I left them with only the name of the society from which I came which they gave me the nickname of Anubis. So the Anubi do mourn for the Earthlings and the planet that is so much like our own. I promise I will help find a way to defeat these Rapine and avenge earth, it is what needs to be done. Kytlekh shall not cause us pain anymore. He will fall and Ramath-lehi shall make sure of that if its the last thing I do! Revol seek out friends in this world for you may find them very useful in the coming ages, may I also suggest you head to a desert and seek out an answer to a question. Questions can be answered in the strangest of places.</span> Paush then turned to Sketch and smiled. <span style='color:red'>Your training shall begin in the Uhai, where the secrets of seers and dark sorcery can be found. The mountains will be next with the Sealed temple. There secrets of the past have been unleashed. Then to the cold north where the sage advice of the Yki can be found. Then to Ajita home of the Council, there the future of Ramath-lehi is being decided. Then back to the Uhai to test your skills against some of the best in the world. This sound good to you?</span> <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Hehe thanks I used to be a really bad RPer, I've gotten better over the years though.</td></tr></table>
Sketch felt her jaw drop. Not alot... only a little bit, but nonetheless, noticeably. She almost laughed, for she'd always assumed jaw-droppage was only something fabricated in comic books and other books, but now she would never think of the phrase the same. However, her mind was still stunned. She had never heard of most of the places and things that Paush spoke of. She was a small-town girl, raised by her parents and homeschooled untill she was sent to the hospital. Even then, it was not but a couple blocks away. It was not untill a couple months ago that she fled her homelife to explore the world, but even so she had not gotten very far at all. She'd barely left Swarj. How abouts did Paush expect her to get to all these places? She may have to change her name to Sketch the Globe Trotter. Only now did the thought hit her that she may be digging herself farther into something that she may regret. Nevertheless, it was too late now. She nodded eagerly. <span style='color:gray'>"Sounds good!"</span> And there she stood looking back at him blankly, unsure of what exactly she was supposed to be doing as of now. And so she waited helplessly hoping for more precise instructions. After all, she was only young, barely having left her parents wing.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Meh, I'm not really a good writer, but ramath helps, a few months of rping on this site and anybody would know a thing or two! Learning is Unstoppable! :D </td></tr></table> Revol nodded silently. "I have some knowledge of both world's histories, and of the anubi's meeting with the egyptians, but I feel that part of the story is over and done with, starting now we shall begin writing a new chapter in the history books! I don't think my team's assistance will be needed?" He was in a better mood now, thankful for a chance to DO something, to finally be able to acomplish something for his revenge. He would acompany the two, not interfering at all in the events to come, but keeping a close watch on it, making sure that nothing would taint the training of Sketch, his 'savior' of sorts. He nodded to his team, and they dispersed, leaving the three alone with the spirits as they vanished back into the shaky white portals they arrived in. Revol grinned at Paush and Sketch. "It's nice to have allies, especially when up against an seemingly invincible foe. Are we off?"
<span style='color:red'>Ah yes off to the Uhai! You yourself Revol might find somethings of intrest specifically in the temple of Spirits.</span> Paush smiled and he himself drew an oval large enough to fit any pendragon, a black portal appeared in it. It twinkled much like the stars in the night sky did. A light could be seen far on the other side. <span style='color:red'>Shall we? Someone may be meeting us on the other side...</span> He was sure she would be there, she always seemed to be. Or atleast one of her minions whould be there. Even so she could help them out greatly. With that he put one foot in and held out his hand to Sketch. <span style='color:red'>Don't worry it's perfectly safe, it goes thru Fromnia but the walls are a protective barrier so you go straight to your destination without having to open another portal from inside. You will learn this ablitity with time.</span> He smiled and then turned to Revol <span style='color:red'>It will hold open for you too.</span>
Sketch took Paushes hand delicately, but glared at the portal untrustingly. Fronomia. It housed all sorts of rare powers and energies that seldom followed physical rules of nature. This frightened her. The intricate visions she'd been plauged with no doubt were samples of this great force, and she was not so sure she dared to step into the heart of it. But she trusted Paush more than she trusted her own father. However, her father was also the dragon who taught her that fire burned by placing his own paw in an open fireplace letting Sketch (aged either five or six) watch his flesh melt. Perhaps that was a bad example. Taking a deep breath, she placed one foot foreward into the elipsical portal and at once felt her flesh pulled tight against her bones with the force of unimaginable acceleration. She swallowed back her screams and repeated to herself that 'everthing will be fine'. Clamping her eyes tightly shut proved useless, for the colors and patterns still flew through the insides of her eyelids in staggaring intensity. Faces, voices, cries and laughter all intertwined into a single white mass exploded in her head. But in the midst of the chaos, a single neuron in her brain fired, leaving her with a strangely new concept. Her thoughts created a sketchy grid, which proceeded to rotate. She was seeing the universe in infinate dimensions. From a single source extended billions of threads, each with a single bead traveling wayward at a constant speed. The speed of time. The beads passed through perpendicular planes, flat surfaces which were in fact not flat at all. They were a life. The bead... actually a single soul or branch of the great octopus passed through each life, but only once it had completed a task, or learned a lesson did it continue its journey to the next plane, simmilar but different. Each plane represented the same life, but for each step, the soul would make a different choice that would alter its life untill its end, where it would skip foreward and contine the process. The planes followed one after the other continuously. Infinately? Maybe... maybe not. Was there an end? For now she could not see. What she did know was that each plane if viewed in a sequence with the one before and after acted like a frame in an animation. What the final animation was, was just out of sight. From her portal that she travelled in, she could not see the planes at the right angle. If she could just.... Before she could continue she found herself in new surroundings. A desert. No time had passed from when she first stepped into the dark oval. The only proof of the journey at all was her own racing heart beat.
Revol landed softly behind her, not affected at all by his interdimensional jumps. He constantly ripped apart his bodies, nothing physical affected him anymore, which was a curse as much as a gift. He looked around, shutting his visor to fend off the suns glare. He enjoyed using eyes to see the world around him, using his powers was a mild discomfort. "Where IS this Spirit Temple?" Revol commented, still extremely curious of the events about to unfold... <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Erk, me brain's dead, my virus is killing me mentally and physically...-_-</td></tr></table>
Paush turned to Revol as he closed the portal with one hand <span style='color:red'>One thing you must know about Anubi temples is they find you, you don't find them. You may have to wander for awhile but it will come to you, It should be a pyramid of glass that has a giant black sprarkling orb in the middle, you may have to shed your armor to get in as there are no doors. Inside should be a female Anubi that will ask you many questions that will lead to your answers. You may find others like yourself in there also, many take refuge there. Depending on what you do you may also find a weapon of great power. You must go alone though, I cannot help you as it is against the Code for me to go, Do not worry Sketch will be safe as will you. No one will attack you in the temple but do not fight in it for you may find yourself against something out of your league.</span> Paush put his hand on Sketch's shoulder <span style='color:red'>You okay? I know the first times a little harsh but you get used to it, you have to go fast though because the tunnel only holds for a small amount of time before Fromnia shifts and makes it unstable. You eventally learn to be able to conpensate for the shift and make an ajustment mid tunnel so you can change your mind and go someplace else. It just takes practice though, even I still get lost sometimes, mainly if I'm half asleep.</span> He smirked remembering last time he got dumped in the middle of a forest on Bhim and ended up getting rained on. <span style='color:red'>Our own quest will be to find a different temple who's inhabitant will hopefully ignore us if she's in a good mood, if not, you may learn more then you wanted to today</span> Paush held out his hand to Sketch and nodded to Revol <span style='color:red'>Say hello to the Lady of the Moon for me.</span> Paush smiled, Revol was smart, he would figure it out. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Okay everyone post their ending posts, then I'll start new threads in the Uhai for this, for Revol I have to make a new character so give me a day.</td></tr></table>
Sketch stood shakilly. She was aware of what Paush had said, but at the same time was not entirely... there. A piece of her mind was still numbed from the tunnel experience. Yes, in the past she had had visions, but nothing to compare with this day. Her skull throbbed and she felt exhausted, yet still stunned. Around apparations were visable. Not dominant, like her others had been, but visable nonetheless, like a transparent overlay. All sound was dulled untill it was nothing more than waves rolling upon the shore. Behind her the ocean streached to eternity, shining in the light of early morning, beams of blue-gray light bouncing in every direction. She stood in the surf, feeling the soft cold tendrils of water pulse in... and out... in... and out around her ankles. Where the water met the sky, there was suddenly a burst of great light, like the burning magnesium of a flashbulb. Soft rings like that of a planet accelerated out from the orb, bringing with it a great cirular tidal wave, now growing in size by the second. It would not reach her for an hour or so, yet it could be seen from where she stood, connoting its unspeakable size. For now, she turned from the atomic light, and looked down at her own feet. The transparent surf was not the clear island blue or green that would match the terra, but a vivid crimson. Blood rolled upon the pure white sand, staining it with sin. As Sketch stepped out of the ocean, she watched her feet leave bloody footprints upon the pristine landscape. Raising her hands before her face she could see that they were red too. It was her color. Sand extended in front of her as infinately as the ocean had flown behind her. Far in the distance she could see with the eyes of a hawk, a crystal pyramid, untouched and pure. The otherwise overcast sky was clear above the structure, and blue skies and rainbow-pearlescent shapes danced in the clearing. Light from this patch shone down from the heavens and through the triangular temple, spreading its angelic glow through the land. A beam even shone upon Sketch. As she embraced its warm touch she felt the bloodstain leave her fur returning it to its pristine white and gray patterns, as if the red liquid had evaporated or dissintigrated... just vanished. Was she forgiven? By now she could hear the great wave behind her growing close. It was only a matter of minutes before it would crash upon the land, breaking the spirit of all, but when she turned around it was not more than a couple inches tall, and rolled onto the sand harmlessly. Even more surprisingly, the water had returned to its crystalline aqua color, and the skies had alight to those of paradise. Sketch was free. For so long she had run and run from her past, but it had always caught up with her. She wished she could just press a button or speak some ancient words and the memories would dissapear. But now she knew that all this time, the key out of her own hell was insided her, waiting to be used. All she had to do was find it inside her own heart. A good deed may neutralize a sin, and now she had come to prove it. A lingering shadow told her that if she failed this quest, she would no doubt return to the cold bloody sea, waves vibrating in anticipation to crash upon her soul, smothering her tears. But for now, the glass pyramid was her landmark, ever shining. It was more than just a temple, it signified any hope she ever conjured. More than that, it was a promise. She would be free.
Revol nodded. "My armor is part of me, I won't have to leave it behind... He drew his broadsword and drew a strange symbol in the sand before sheathing it and dashing off towards the horizon, He would let nothing stand in his way, for he knew while he was connected to the others, there would always be a way he could gain even greater power. No backstabbing here, but nobody would object to casually picking something up along the way...
