Temple Spirits

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  1. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
    <table class=ooc><tr><td>50 Dyo (Spring), 81379
    PM if you'd like to join, though you'd have to be a spirit or an Anubi...I might allow another normal one in if it intrests me enough
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    Long have those traveled seeking the Temple of the Spirits, few have found it, fewer still have entered it. Though its secrets are a great many...they are difficult to discover, as they themselves hold the keys to existance beyond. The Guardian of this temple is even more frustrating then the temple itself, for she only speaks in riddles...or poems...or not at all. She spends her days in the temple hidden from view, only to be seen when a visitor arrives.

    There is an Oasis in the temple, it's water is said to be made out of pure magic. It makes sense though, because it is directly under a swirling black void. No one quite knows what the void is, it can be inspected more directly from the top platform of the pyrimid which can only be reached from careful travel thru Fromnia. For touching the void may or may not be your last. The whole pyrimid is made out of four single slabs of clear glass, no doors can be found anywhere. It is a massive shining structure, hard to miss. It is even harder to resist the tempation to try and enter...
     
  2. Revol slowed to a walk after his long run to the gleaming structure. He grinned.

    "Fools, they created it almost as if..."

    He banished the thought that it was created for him from his mind, deeming it too insane to be true. With another short sprint and a leap, his armor and body separated into billions of molecules and atoms and passed into the shining pyramid...

    He reasembled and braced himself as a part of pure instinct.

    "Hello?"

    He called, not sure of what was going to happen next. Maybe he could take the power of the temple and leave after a little bit of exploration, but he highly doubted it would be that easy.

    "I guess I'll come right in then..."

    He said aloud, but mostly to himself. He took a few tentative steps forwards. Now that his emotions were back in force he was going to have a harder time at what he did...
     
  3. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
    <table class=ooc><tr><td>Hey guys. I'm only assuming this is the continuation of Reflected Eternity. I think its a safe assumption to make, but you never know. </td></tr></table>


    Sketch stood dumbfounded in the cool sand. Night was falling on the desert and she was still lost. Not but a day ago she had found herself strewn upon a strange shore with no memory of a life before. She knew there was one, but could not recall much save for a few scattered images. However, she knew why she was here. She had come to this strange land for training by some sort of mystical spirit. Sketch was now on a quest. For what, she was yet to be sure. But she knew that in time, she would know. Maybe.

    Ahead of her stood a massive glass structure. A pyramid sort of shape. It shone in the evening moonlight like a fresh cut diamond. Just standing near the great building made the fur on the back of her neck stand on end. It radiated some sort of mystical energy which Sketch found remarkably intimidating. The pyramid itself was not threatening, but a sort of overwhelming power radiated from it. While her instincts told her otherwise, she knew that she had to get inside.

    The side that faced her was flat. Door-less. For fifteen minutes she walked in a full circle around the structure only to find that there was no door whatsoever. Shit. Quite the conundrum. When she finally met her own footprints, she flopped down frustrated in the sand. Normally, she was easily discouraged and probably would have cried, but today she felt a new sort of energy and perseverance that would not let her give up. What the source of the new light was, she was still unsure but she liked it. Nevertheless, she was still trapped outside, and night had now fallen. Although she was in the desert, its hot and sunny reputation went out the window. Once the sun was gone temperatures fell far below 0°. Wrapping her thin arms around herself she felt herself trembling. She knew that she wasn’t going anywhere until she figured out this puzzle. She scouted a little stand of dried out trees standing a couple hundred feet away, and plodded towards it. When she arrived, the stand was little more that three dead palm trees standing at an awkward angle after years of windy exposure. Of course, they would do just fine. She collected several bone dry branches from the ground and stood them in a tee-pee sort of structure. From a pouch around her left ankle she proudly withdrew a tool of her own creation. A match. She’d made them in chemistry class long ago, but had seldom required them. Until now.

    Striking the match against her own teeth, she lit her tiny fire, and blew on it until it had formed a cozy little blaze.
    Here she settled, sitting as close to the flame as possible without scorching herself. It would have been a peaceful camping trip if she were not still faced with that looming challenge. She needed to get inside. Time was wasting.


    “Alright.” She thought. “So there’s no doors.” She stared blankly at the fire. Could she dig under it? Like a beaver dam? Probably not. That seemed too simple for such a divine place. Break through? Certainly not. You cant break a holy temple. “Um…”

    Although she would never remember dozing off, she must have, for she found herself walking through empty space.
    Ahead of her a white and blue light shone like a star, growing brighter by the second. She knew it was special, very special, and did not fear it, but simply watched in awe like one usually does in a dream. As it came closer to her, it whispered… whispered many things. She heard and understood them all, would not recall all but one later….

    “If God is our Father, Satan must be our cousin.”

    Why didn’t anybody else understand these important things? But she still watched the ball of light descend upon her until it engulfed her as well. Inside she felt every atom in her body detach from their compounds. The energy from the light filled their outer shell of electrons so each ionic and covalent bonds were broken and the pieces that made up her flesh danced freely in the atmosphere. She could go anywhere, or through anything. That was it!

    Sketch sprang from her slumber, drenched in sweat. She had the answer. It was obvious, but only to her. She’d taken far too many biology, chemistry and physics courses in her time had developed many theories and strange abilities of her own. After all, she grew up almost entirely in seclusion, so she had to do something with her time.
    Now, the procedure she was thinking of had not been practiced in… literally… years. Wow, had it really been that long? By now she felt bits and pieces of her memory re-appearing. She now remembered her trip here from Fronomia. That was probably what messed with her head to begin with. Unfortunately, the time directly before the trip was still a blank.

    But now it didn’t matter. She knew how to get into the great pyramid. Kicking out her fire, she jumped up, fully energized and ran towards the glass triangle. She supposed she had slept for longer than she expected for a pink glow was beginning to emerge on the horizon. Yet her focus was upon herself now. She had to call the energy from the world around her… borrow it if you may. She had to basically vaporize herself to get through the walls… betwixt the tiny molecules. She knew she could do it as she closed her eyes…

    <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
    <table class=ooc><tr><td>937 Words. Eek. That must be like, a record or something. I know you all must hate me for making you read so much. I appologize. I think too much. x_X</td></tr></table>
     
  4. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
    <table class=ooc><tr><td>No, I loved reading it! You call us good writers, hell my entire novel is crap compared to that one post! :D </td></tr></table>


    Revol knew he had to leave, for he got that strange feeling he had left something behind. Turning on his heel he dematerialized again, reforming inches from Sketches nose.

    "You've got the right idea, now lets see if you're really the chosen one we believe you to be. Try to feel every single one of your molecules moving, the entire world around you, an endless sea of atoms and even smaller particles, your skin, the sand, the air, nothing outside of empty space ever stops moving. Once you can feel your body moving with the rhythm of the universe, the vibrating parts of us that make up worlds that make up galaxies that make up the universe, then you will be able your own body to do anything you wish, as long as you keep with the rhythm of the song, you'll be able to reform your body anywhere you want using the power of the rhythm. I've found you can even integrate the rhythm's song with the power of fromina, although shaky. I'll make you a deal, I'll teach you the power of the eternal rhythm, and Paush can teach you the power of fromina... Now come on, lets get into that pyramid, I don't want to explore it alone..."
     
  5. <span style='color:blue'>Little explorer...Is that what they call you? Searching for answers to secrets uknown, following footsteps of long ago. Is this what you do? Is this what they call you? Why do you toture yourself so? Following footsteps of long ago...</span>

    A almost musical echoing voice was heard. Little lights from inside the pyrimid appeared and began to dance. Children's giggling insued. It was almost enough to make anyone smile. The whole pyrimid looked like it was full of little fairies dancing around.

    Paush kneeled and cupped his hands in a nearby Oasis, he couldn't come any closer to the temple. It wasn't his so he couldn't, he was a high priest of a different temple. He carefully watched thru a round black stone orb that showed what they were doing, once the Guardian showed herself he would lose sight of them. He knew she would help them. She helped those free themselves of their past, or bring it to them. It was the temple of Spirits for a reason. Spirits of the past and forgiveness the dead loved it there. Thats what made it what it was, besides the unknown swirlly black ball thing. Paush took a sip and then leaned back, hopefully Sketch would free herself from her past with this, maybe Revol would find something about himself then
     
  6. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
    <table class=ooc><tr><td> I don't know the full story on this so I'm going to come in subtlely.</td></tr></table>


    He didn't want to fly. Just walk. Walk, walk, and keep walking. His golden wings stayed behind him. He was unshelled, unprotected, and unseen. The darkness left behind him was no longer there for he left no shadow. He was a spirit now. He was a spirit before. But this time, he was alone. Away from the children who he had walked along with. Away from all the vampires he had met, and the school kids he had seen and the tormented people he had known. He was alone and open. Open and alone.

    <span style='color:orange'>" I miss this feeling." </span>He said as a cool breeze lightly went through his body. The few grains of sand it picked up had flown missed him completely, even though it went straight at him. A euphoric feeling gave him a slight shiver. It reminded him of the first time he lept from Fronima and back here. It made hm feel as if he was in between the two.

    <span style='color:orange'>"To touch, and not be touched by any. To see, and not be seen by many. The shells of the dead easily broken. The soul of the same easily woken."</span> The hymn of the shadowlight. He said it to himself as he walked on. In no direction, with no path, and no aim. Only forward. He swayed a little as he walked. Saying the song had more feeling to him rather than singing it. He had long forgotten the melody to it anyway. But the words stuck like hot glue to his soul.

    <span style='color:orange'>"To come and go without a trace. To become one of any race, but no one can ever see the face.

    Of those whose light in shadows stay. Of those who live between night and day. Of those whose lives were here but gone astray.
    Ahh... those were good days.</span>

    He smiled. A real smile. A smile of happiness. The last time he smiled like that was in the Watani Caves, on a rooftop. But the rain is gone now, if it started to rain he wouldn't feel it anyway.

    After a while, he came to a destination. Not the destination, but a destination. THere wasn't a destination when he had began walking. But he had found one. That wasn't the only thing he found however. On the sand, lay a single pendragon. Whether it be a spirit or a regular, he could not tell. He assumed it was a normal spot for Anubi, since the pendragon layed a few yards by a pyramid. But not any normal pyramid. It was transparent. Kinda. The pyramid was see-through, but not entirely. What he saw through the pyramid, was what was behind it.

    <span style='color:orange'>"No one would build something like this, and not put something in it. Since someone is here, I guess it's time to cover up. -Thuypf Klyuc-"</span> He shelled himself back in a cloud of smoke. The smoke had began to lace his soul with a body. An artifical body. His color was no longer uneven, but a pure darkbrown. Smoke locked itself onto his 'skull' and created a dark brown shade of hair to match the fur. Soon the smoke was completely transmuted to flesh and fur. His tailflame was slightly dimmer, along with his eye color. He examined his fingers, streched, and walked forward.

    She jumped up. Maybe she had seen him. Maybe he interrupted a sacred ceremony. <span style='color:orange'>"I doubt."</span> he said softly to himself. He walked closer, slower this time. She, however, walked faster. She was walking, pacing, jogging, running to the pyramid. Maybe he 'did' interrupt something. That would not be good. But, getting into trouble was like a pasttime to him. <span style='color:orange'>"This might actually be fun."</span> He watched her run and run and run and then she was gone. Into the pyramid. The wind had kicked up as she did it, as if she was pulling it toward her. <span style='color:orange'>" Well... that's pretty fast. I put this skin on for nothing.. -jalauta-"</span> THe flesh, the fur, and the hair had become smoke once more. It floated into the air and was gone. Then he began to run. His feet moved across the sand picking it up with him. But it went straight through his feet as he lifted them up.

    He arrived at the pyramid to notice... "<span style='color:orange'>There's no entrance... So it was a spirit. I knew there was a strange feeling here. And it might not just him... her... whoever.</span>" He looked both ways as if he were crossing a street. <span style='color:orange'>"No one to the left. No one to the right. Infiltration's easy, as long as you're out of sight."</span> He smiled and simply walked through. Being an intangible spirit really does have its benefits.

    <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
    <table class=ooc><tr><td>o_O wow, that was longer than I thought it was. Sadly I recovered my system and no longer have Microsoft Word to spellcheck or word count with =P i might've have broken ur record. I guess it isn't really that subtle. Edit: *compares their sizes* nah... i didn't.</td></tr></table>
     
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    Still in deep concentration, Sketch felt the world falter. As if the world itself had stopped turning, the ground lurched beneath her and felt herself propelled into a sea of emptiness. She had raised energy from the sky above and the sand below, concentrated enough to break apart each molecular bond that made up the material she knew as flesh and bone. It was not painful, but warm. Devastatingly warm, like being plugged into a car battery. Comfortably numb maybe? In the midst of this change Sketch became aware of a somewhat dissapointing notion. When broken down, her soul and mind were contained in just a single atom. Just one. Thats all she was. The rest was just a complicated machine naturally formed by balancing electrons bonding to one another, in an endless battle to stableize themselves. Was that the meaning of life? She didnt care. As she had previously noted to herself, she had known all this information all along but could rarely bring herself to realize it. She'd have to work on that. She'd put it on her to-do list.

    All at once she felt a cramp form. Where? She wasnt sure, but she felt her energy level declining. She'd gotten distracted and was now losing concentration. Now she looked down with half formed eyes at her own body rematerializing before her. For a while she just lay upon a smooth cool surface, hypnotized... mesmirazed... but overall doing alright. When she regained full conciousness she bewilderdly observed her surroundings, a glass structure more beautiful than anything she'd ever imagined. Where was this?
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  8. Revol smiled at her as he formed beside her, his armor snapping back onto his body as it came into being hovering inches randomly scattered in the air around him.

    "A Temple, A Spirit, A Pendragon, A Guardian, And Myself."

    What next? He thought, as he eyed up his surroundings. It seemed a bit futuristic for a temple, with all the glass and such. Usually they were made of stone and buried under the ground right? Ah screw it.

    "So what now? Is there a guardian in the house?"

    He waited a few moments, and then turned to Sketch.

    "You did great kid, near perfect for your first try, you were a little shaky for a moment there right as you were halfway through the wall, felt like I was going to have to pull you out from halfway through the glass!"

    He checked his suit, flamethrowers and broadsword, even though he already knew they were fine. With a few steps he went further in, not sure as to what was going to happen next...
     
  9. <span style='color:blue'>Tests must be passed to find the future and understand the past. Secrets of long ago will be entered in a time without reason. Understanding is the key, but knowing is more important. Truth will be told and understood. The old will become young and the young become old. Some stay eternal forever and ever</span>

    Another chorus of childish laugher rang thru. The little balls of golden light danced around Revol and Sketch each one whispering something, but not quite loud enough to understand. There was suddenly vines whipping out of the ground forming a throne made of flowers and greenery, slowly a white Anubi came into view. Her body was covered in what looked like constellations. Her eyes were calming and serene. Her dress was flowy and lyrical, it was as white as the sand around them. Her collar was a lovely white gold, she wore no shoes. She looked oh so thin, but it was beautiful not bony.

    <span style='color:blue'>I am the Guardian of this temple. I know your questions already, but do you Sketch and Revol know yours?</span>
     
  10. He was at a corner. His golden wings were folded behind him and not visible from his front. He had taken his first step inside.

    On the inside was glass. Shards of glass crafted into numerous shapes and artistic visions of their creators. Children, although not visible to him, made their presence known by their laughing. Maybe they were hiding. Maybe they were afar off from himself. What was certain was only that he heard them.

    As the laughing got faintly louder, orange orbs of light floated about. A few had found its way towards him. So much for a surprise entrance. If this was security, he was as good as caught. His main concern, however, was who was in there. Who is here? he thought. Who was that girl who ran clear through the glass? Questions among more questions drifted through his mind, as grass and vines began to grow. He turned his attention to that area, and noticed two other dragons. One of which was the girl. Another was probably some adventurer from some land. As he looked at them, a voice spoke. But the words were not from these two.

    I am the Guardian of this temple. I know your questions already, but do you Sketch and Revol know yours?

    <span style='color:orange'>"An anubi?"</span>, he asked himself silently. <span style='color:orange'>"What am I talking about? That shouldn't really be surprising.</span>

    He 'shelled' himself once again into the same appearance as before. He then walked over to the other two making his presence known before them. The orange whispering lights followed him as he walked.He turned to the anubi. <span style='color:orange'>"I think you have forgotten me. But I think you already know my question also. Just who are you? And what is this place?</span>
     
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    Sketch stared at her surroundings in a dazed blur, although her concious mind was beginning to return to her. The inside of the glass structure was bright... ridiculously bright. Blazing sunlight was twisted and bent from its natural linear shape and deflected in a thousand different directions, all with a common destination, Sketches eyes. It was staggaring. However the strangest thing about the rooms was its temperature. One would expect such a well lit structure to be deathly hot, but instead the air was quite cool and dry. The energy here had better uses than to be transformed into heat energy. There was a greater power here. Sketch could not place it, but it was an electromagnetic prescence that felt all to strange and familliar.

    She heard the ghostly voice booming, and recognized her name at once. This disembodied being knew where she was and what she wanted? She assumed it had something to do with Revol or Paush, names and figures she could vaugely remember from a long time ago. What their correlation to this place was, she did not know, but she was sure there was something. But now she knew she was being watched, so her level of insecurity skyrocketed.

    The room was massive and had a distinct but faint echo of children laughing, proving to be more haunting than anything else. Her heart began to beat out of control, and she took a couple deep breaths. She could do this.

    Suddenly, in a flash a figure materialized beside her. Sketch found herself gawking at Revol, armed to the brim with all sorts of nasty sort of weapons. While he himself was something terrible to look at, she couldnt help a sudden sense of relief. She wasnt alone. That was most important. Still silent, she heard him make a comment about passing through the wall. To be honest, she had not aknowledged his prescence at all, but nodded as if she had.

    At this time, Sketches eyes were drawn away by yet another guest. A golden winged 'dragon appeared across the room, delicately pawing at the glass floor. In the dramatic lighting, he looked like some sort of mythalogical creature or deity, shining with godly incandescence.

    Despite the reverant aura of the pendragon and the place in generall, Sketch whistled a single high pitched tone to catch his attention. As his head snapped towards her, and eyes focused upon her own humble features, she spoke out:

    "Hey. Who are you? My name is Sketch... nice to meet you."

    She tried to maintain eye contact, but stole a glance at Revol who stood silently still with an undistinguishable expression... like most of his facial expressions.
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  12. Revol stepped forwards in front of Sketch, only slightly turning his head to give a hint of a glance at the spirit. He took a few more steps, keeping his broadsword pointed at the anubi's chest. He growled lowly and finally lowered his sword, keeping it loosely grasped in his hand. He then veiled his mind, and tried his best to probe into that of the white anubi.

    "Question? not really, now tell me who you are, and get the hell out of my mind!"

    He gave another low growl and took another confident step forward. Then both his arms were up, and with a click two tiny flames ignited, signalling the activation of flamethrower units on each wrist. Revol's visor then slid closed and the guardian was reflected in it, shutting out the last of any signs of sentience.

    "Speak up, or be fried, and I don't usually give my aquaintances much of a choice, so answer fast..."

    His first priority was keeping Sketch alive and helping her learn how to control her powers, and second was to eliminate any obstacles in his way and retrieve any powers artifacts or abilities for himself. His true question was; 'where was it?'...
     
  13. <span style='color:blue'>Tisk, no need to threaten...You are safe here. This is the Temple of Dreams. Questions about the future and the past may be answered here. I am Mistress Amunet, Guardian of this temple...You will find no artifacts here...Only me. Oh, and please stop trying to enter my mind...For you see that is not possible, no more possible than you to change the past. Your weapons shall have no effect here...as the same in all temples unless I say you may use them. They will fire...but you will just waste energy, they will not effect anything. Information is what you seek...You may find it even if you think you don't need it.</span>

    She turned her head towards the location of the hidden dragon

    <span style='color:blue'>I have no need to mention you, as you have been here before in one form or another...Revol might of made it here if his journey had not been interupted. As for your question I think I may have answered part of it ,no, I know I have. Oh and yes I am perfectly real and alive...in a way, though truely you stand now in a different plane. A plane that some come and go, all that goes on here is different. Rules may be bent in some cases, all depending on the will of the Guardian.</span>

    She smiled and watched as the gold orbs of light wispered and danced around the gold dragon, even though he was invisible. The played a game trying to avoid his gaze, some of them even giggled. She looked at Revol and Sketch.


    <span style='color:blue'>Come I do not think you wish to hear me prattle on...Sketch seeks redemption, and Revol seeks truth. Lets make sure you know what you seek...</span>
     
  14. <span style='color:orange'>"Do you really think you should give them information like that? They are normal you know. Something bad may happen afterwards.</span> He folded in his wings closer until they were completely gone. It would appear as if his back absorbed them into itself.

    This plane, that she spoke of, was familiar. It was like Fronima, just somewhat different. It was like walking on both plains at once. Both Fronima and Ramath. He rubbed his head and walked around a bit. He turned and looked at Revol, then to Sketch, and Revol again. <span style='color:orange'>"I guess it couldn't hurt. This might actually be fun."</span> Few of the orange glows of light moved about him as he raised his finger and spiraled it around. He made a flicking motion and they scattered in different directions. The Temple of Dreams, eh? It's almost like home.

    Again he turned back to Revol and Sketch. <span style='color:orange'>"Well, don't keep her waiting. You have been invited to your memories. Free of charge. I hope...</span>
     
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