Must. Not. Sleep. Must. STUDY!
Hey, are those anime? SHIT! RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY!
This is usually what my days consist of now. The continuous search for study time, which is being hunted and killed by more interesting things, like house plants. Whilst looking for distractions from my studies, I have made two shocking discoveries:
1: AXE makes good floor cleaner. Don't ask how I figured THAT out.
2: While using AXE as a floor cleaner, it is often a good idea NOT to have incants burning. Not only do you fill your room with nasty smells, but you also run the risk of incidentally BURNING the floor. Same as the above, don't ask how I figured that out.
What do you think of my scientific prowess, eh? I'm gonna corner the global market with my discoveries! P|-|34R |\/|\' 455 |\'!C|\'!|\|6 |_337|\|355!
Whereas I SHOULD (I'll remind you at this point that 'Should' and 'is' are two COMPLETELY different things ^_^) be working on two assignments, I have chosen to ignore them. I distinctly heard one of them call me an 'a$$- rammer', and I'm not moving until one of 'em owns up. Well, not unless they're REALLY Important.
Oh yeah, I DIDN'T make up the Vlakorados. They're the big dinosaur thingee's you get the carob nuts from in FF7.
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Chapter IIXX: The Art Of Fighting
Aeris leapt back as Seph X swung the sword once more, while Kahn swiftly ducked under it.
"YOU THINK YOU CAN KILL THE KINGS OF DEMONS, METAL-MAN*? THINK TWICE!" With that Kahn jabbed upwards with his claw, forcing Seph X's hand upwards as well. The sword slashed against the door frame, lodging itself.
Kahn kicked at Seph X's knees, forcing him backwards as well. As he did so he reluctantly let go of the Massamune. Kahn bulled forward, ramming Seph X forcefully into the opposite wall. A loud droan erupted from the metalwork of the Highwind as Seph X bent it with his impact.
"KAHN!" A maniacal voice said from below, and Kahn found it sickeningly familiar.
"Nox Seran," He muttered, turning his attention away from the metal clone to the insane demon that was currently slithering up a case of stairs. (Cursing them all the way, as well.) "A pleasure to see you as always. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Nox Seran laughed maniacally.
"You know very well what I'm here for, Kahn. The Shadowlord has set me loose, in exchange for your head." He answered.
Seph X took the opportunity to grab his lost sword. As he did so, he caught a glimpse of a semi-translucent form which resembled a human wearing entirely too much pink. Odd. Not paying the slightest amount of attention to this, he turned, simultaneously slicing at mid height.
"Look out Kahn!" The pink person/thing shouted.
The demon spun around, and just narrowly managed to throw himself backwards. The steel sliced dangerously close to his throat as he let gravity take him to short lasted safety. Seph X wasn't slow on continuing his attack, and used the impetus from his previous slice to swiftly chop downwards. Kahn swiftly brought his hands up in a protective manner, and barked out a harsh word.
Seph X's sword stopped suddenly, as if it had struck a wall of some sort. Purple sparks erupted from his blade, as something was obviously holding it firmly in place. Sweat beads appeared upon the demon's brow as he pushed upwards with its hands, forcing the blade away. Seph X pulled his weapon away, seeing as it was useless to merely allow it to do nothing against the demons barrier.
The pink person ran right there Seph X to examine the demon.
"You aren't hurt, are you?" She asked, worry in her eyes.
Kahn pushed her away.
"Back OFF, Cetra!" he shouted, leaping to his feet in a liquid motion. "The day I can't fight a steel flipping GOLEM is the day you can put me to rest in a coffin."
Nox Seran raised an eyebrow. Not once, but twice did Kahn manage to astound him with his choice of company.
"How very odd, Kahn." He said with a smirk. "I don't suppose she has a nickname for you yet."
The spectra girl opened her mouth to speak.
"Don't say a word if you cherish your afterlife." Kahn muttered, leaping onto Seph X, claws at the ready.
Nox Seran laughed.
"MY how the great have fallen!" He laughed. "When the leader of demons allows a CETRA to follow him, and aids her to revival. What a sad ruler we have."
Kahn, at that point, was only a slice away from ending Seph X's artificial life, but stopped with his claw in the air as Nox Seran said these words. He shot the insane demon a look of pure acid.
"No one insults ME!" He yelled, and spread his massive wings. He pushed off the ground, and glided to the snake demon below.
Nox Seran responded to this by whipping out his mallet, and waving it around menacingly.
Of course, what neither demons were expecting was a sudden recovering from Seph X, he threw his massive sword handle first. It slammed into Kahn's skulll, knocking him out like a light. The demon slumped down against the floor, while the Massamune clanged against the steel floor.
Seph X jumped over the railing, onto the floor below, and picked up his sword.
"KAHN!" The pink thing shouted.
At that very moment, Cloud had decided to check up on what was happening, and walked out of the control room into the main room. What he saw made his heart leap out and choke him.
"Aeris?!" He said, taking a step backwards.
Nox Seran laughed. Seph X raised a mechanic eyebrow. Aeris floated down to the first floor, and checked up on the still demon.
"Kahn?" She poked his shoulder.
No response.
She looked upwards.
"Don't just STAND there, Cloud! Help me get him out of here!"
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Jarred, groaned, adjested his eyes, groaned again, and groaned yet another time for good measure.
He really hated it when his magic got the better of him. It make him feel sick afterwards.
The black skinned man pushed himself up weakly, and made for the morning light. Something was wrong. Very wrong. He was missing something
"Whoa thaer, ye shouldnae be up sae early." A familiar voice said behind him.
Jarred turned around, his eyes slowly adjusting.
"Jon?" He asked, with a faint northern accent, so it sounded more like 'yon'. "Izzat you?"
The familiar face of his friend emerged from the depths of the cave.
"Aye, laddie. Can ye nae reco'nize ye ol' frien'?"
Jarred clasped the man in a friendly embrace.
"What have you been up to, you ol' coffin raider?" The carcoal skinned warrior asked good naturedly.
"Nary as much ye hae, me ol' grub stealer." The archaeologist (I suppose that's what you could call him, isn't it? If it isn't, then tell me I'll edit this part out.) said with a grin. "We saw yer work down in Midgar. Ye also hae a new weapon, I saw."
In a cartoon, a light bulb would have appeared above Jarred's head. Instead, he made due with a look of revelation. THAT'S what was wrong!
"Where's my axe?" He asked drowsily. "The Vlakorados are after me."
Jon nodded.
"That we ken, Charcoal-man. Yon female companion tole us."
Jarred raised an eyebrow. Jon laughed.
"I see ye hae still nae discovered what goes bump in the night, Jarred."
Jarred frowned.
"Everyone goes all quiet when I ask. Nobody tells me. Its really frustrating." He complained. "I don't suppose YOU would tell me?"
Jon smiled fiendishly.
"Not on the life o' me, laddie. Its too much fun to watch the lasses look at ye with confusion."
Jarred pouted. Jon handed Jarred his hand axe, and something else.
"Ye forget this last time ye were here."
Jarred looked down at the thing in his hand. It was a glove. Made from bone. The knuckles were studded with viciously curved fangs, and the fingertips were tipped with talons. Its ivory coloured splendour reflected the morning light. Jarred slid it onto his left hand.
"I was wondering what I had done with this." He mused, swinging the claw- like glove deftly. "I didn't think I forgot it, though. I thought I had sold it."
Jon smiled.
"No such thing, my frien'. Once ye hae foun' a weapon it stays with you until you find a betta one. And then someone else gets it."
Elena walked into the cave, and smiled at seeing Jarred up.
"Ah, so you're finally awake, huh? You really had me scared for a moment."
Jarred was about to reply, when there came a hysterical shout from one of the excavation miners.
"Vlakorados! Their here!"
Jarred clamped his mouth shut, and grasped his axe tight.
"I'll take care of them." He said resolutely, pushing past Elena.
This wasn't right. They weren't supposed to hunt during the day. They couldn't hate him THAT much, could they?
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The small army of demons moved swiftly southwards, with the Shadowlord leading their progress form the air, followed by Hate, Chaos and Jazac Na, the steel nemesis of Vincent of Seph X. The three warriors flapped their wings, silently following their undisputed leader, all forgetting their previous hatred for the other.
Hate turned his long snout to Chaos, and spoke with his hissing voice.
"Where are we going?" It said.
Chaos shrugged.
"I don't know."
Hate turned to Jazac Na.
"Sssteel one, do you know where we go?"
The metal demon sneered.
"Like I would tell you if I knew anyway."
Now, saying this to a monster like Hate wasn't exactly the smartest of ideas, as the strange powers it possessed were still being probed. Hate smacked it's tail against Jazac Na's metal skull, enjoying the steel ring that came forth.
"THAT issss why you should ussssss."
Jazac Na answered this by swiping with his claws, slicing the wind with a howl.
"You can't hurt me, you freak!"
Chaos sighed, as the two demons duked out their differences physically. The big ebony skinned demon increased his wing beats, and flew right next to the Shadowlord.
"My lord, mayhap you would like to tell us where we go?"
The Shadowlord smiled fiendishly, showing off his wicked teeth.
"If we cannot find Kahn, then we must look for another person of importance. The Prince Of Darkness."
Chaos raised an eyebrow.
"The Prince Of Darkness, my lord? Are you sure we possess the strength to kill him?"
"He has yet to find his full strength. We must kill him while we can."
During his time with Vincent, Chaos had caught some brief glimpses at the Prince Of Darkness. He wielded ferocious power, and if what the Shadowlord said was true, then he was bound to get more. That couldn't be good.
"Yes, my lord." He agreed. To disagree with the Shadowlord was to show a poor will to live. "Very wise."
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Wraith had sent he people known as AVALANCHE fade away, as Ghost's magic took effect. His vision turned black, and suddenly he was on the ground, near the shore. Behind him he could hear Ghost and Spectre recovering from the effects of disorientation. Wraith didn't suffer from any such weakness, as he long ago gave up his sense of direction, to prove his devotion.
"GHOST." Wraith spoke mentally. "WHERE IS THE PRINCE?"
Ghost didn't respond.
Wraith turned around, to see a quite nearly nude Half-Breed. He was shivering, holding on to himself to TRY to keep warm. Of course, this far north, nothing kept warm for very long
"WHAT DID YOU DO WITH YOUR CLOTHES?!" He demanded.
Ghost shrugged. Spectre laughed. Wraith sighed.
"SOMETIMES YOU TWO REALLY AREN'T WORTH THE TROUBLE."
With a flick of his hand, Ghost's attire suddenly appeared on him, sparkling for a moment before merely returning to normal.
"GHOST, WHERE IS THE PRINCE?"
Ghost sniffed the air deeply, closing his eyes. He stood there like that for a moment, then pointed north.
"He is at the bone village, brother. But the human is with him. The Vlakorados are hunting him."
Wraith smiled. Spectre cackled evilly.
"We HAVE to go see that!" Spectre laughed, floating eerily to the north.
Wraith let a wry smile show at the thought of Jarred fighting. Whereas they were proficient in the arts of fighting, Jarred truly turned it into an art. A toothpick could easily become a weapon in the hands of Jarred.
"I AGREE, BROTHER. LET US GO WATCH THE PRINCE FIGHT WITH HIS MONSTERS."
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Elena didn't have to be a mind reader to see Jarred was ill. It was the way he hunched over, stopped suddenly, and blinked at the sky that gave him away. He was acting the way someone who could barely see would.
And the Vlakorados just seemed to wait at the fringe of the village for him. One particularly big male stood there, glowering at Jarred. Elena could only stare in wonder as Jarred staggered out, boldly clutching onto his axe like it would prove some sort of use in his hands. His black skin glistened in the morning light, and his red eyes burned with a fiery rage.
"Het me ka." He hissed out. Elena raised an eyebrow.
All the Vlakorados seemed taken aback by this. The big one took a step backwards.
From her vantage point from the cave, along with Jon, she saw a smile form on the lips of Jarred.
"Run, you scummy lizards, before I kill you all!" He laughed.
At that point he fell on one knee, proving too weak to stand.
The Turk cursed, and pulled out a pistol from the inside of her blue suit. She could only hope it would still work.
Jarred peered over his shoulder.
"STAY BACK, HUMAN!" He shouted, and turned his attention to the Vlakorados again.
"Fera Mat Kor." He growled.
A sound like a heart beat shot through the air. Elena watched as the air around Jarred seemed to boil with heat. The Vlakorados were beginning to look around themselves with fear. Already one or two had run away.
The sound came again.
And then Jarred's image went fuzzy. It seemed as if there were two of him, one completely black and the other silvery. Jon gasped beside her, and pulled her away.
"Ye shouldae listened ta jarred, lass!" He said, with slight panic. "We must hide!"
From outside the cave there was the sound of screaming, the high pitched howl of the Vlakorados as they seared with pain. There also came the sound of flesh being torn apart, followed by a wet sloshing sound. Elena covered her ears, try futilely to stop hearing those sounds.
The worst part of it all, was that you could hear the crystal clear sound of someone laughing. Someone finding the slaughter outside highly amusing.
It was a full ten minutes later that Jarred staggered back into the cave, and propped himself against the wall.
"They're gone." He muttered, laying down his weapons. "And they left the hard way."
And with that, he fainted again.
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*: After thinking about for a while, I decided not to give Seph X my name. It was either Metal-Man, or iron-man, and I don't believe in self projection. Its evil. All who self-project into their writing are an enemy to Petie-ism (My way of life. If YOU would like to be a petie-ist, then all you have to do is worship me as your god ^_^)
For a nice, fun life, I haave some minor tips. VERY minor. Here they are:
1. At Lunch Time, Sit In Your Parked Car With Sunglasses on And Point A Hair Dryer At Passing Cars. See If They Slow Down.
2. Page Yourself Over The Intercom. Don't Disguise Your Voice.
3. Every Time Someone Asks You To Do Something, Ask If They Want Fries With That.
4. Put Your Garbage Can On Your Desk And Label It "In."
5. Put Decaf In The Coffee Maker For 3 Weeks. Once Everyone Has Gotten Over Their Caffeine Addictions, Switch To Espresso.
6. In The Memo Field Of All Your Checks, Write "For Sexual Favors"
7. Finish All Your Sentences With "In Accordance With The Prophecy."
8. Don't Use Any Punctuation
9. As Often As Possible, Skip Rather Than Walk.
10. Ask People What Sex They Are. Laugh Hysterically After They Answer.
11. Specify That Your Drive-through Order Is "To Go."
12. Sing Along At The Opera.
13. Go To A Poetry Recital And Ask Why The Poems Don't Rhyme
14. Put Mosquito Netting Around Your Work Area And Play Tropical Sounds AllDay.
15. Five Days In Advance, Tell Your Friends You Can't Attend Their Party Because You're Not In The Mood.
16. Have Your Coworkers Address You By Your Wrestling Name, Rock Hard.
17. When The Money Comes Out The ATM, Scream "I Won!, I Won!"
18. When Leaving The Zoo, Start Running Towards The Parking Lot, Yelling "Run For Your Lives, They're Loose!!"
19. Tell Your Children Over Dinner. "Due To The Economy, We Are Going To Have To Let One Of You Go."
Hey, are those anime? SHIT! RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY!
This is usually what my days consist of now. The continuous search for study time, which is being hunted and killed by more interesting things, like house plants. Whilst looking for distractions from my studies, I have made two shocking discoveries:
1: AXE makes good floor cleaner. Don't ask how I figured THAT out.
2: While using AXE as a floor cleaner, it is often a good idea NOT to have incants burning. Not only do you fill your room with nasty smells, but you also run the risk of incidentally BURNING the floor. Same as the above, don't ask how I figured that out.
What do you think of my scientific prowess, eh? I'm gonna corner the global market with my discoveries! P|-|34R |\/|\' 455 |\'!C|\'!|\|6 |_337|\|355!
Whereas I SHOULD (I'll remind you at this point that 'Should' and 'is' are two COMPLETELY different things ^_^) be working on two assignments, I have chosen to ignore them. I distinctly heard one of them call me an 'a$$- rammer', and I'm not moving until one of 'em owns up. Well, not unless they're REALLY Important.
Oh yeah, I DIDN'T make up the Vlakorados. They're the big dinosaur thingee's you get the carob nuts from in FF7.
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Chapter IIXX: The Art Of Fighting
Aeris leapt back as Seph X swung the sword once more, while Kahn swiftly ducked under it.
"YOU THINK YOU CAN KILL THE KINGS OF DEMONS, METAL-MAN*? THINK TWICE!" With that Kahn jabbed upwards with his claw, forcing Seph X's hand upwards as well. The sword slashed against the door frame, lodging itself.
Kahn kicked at Seph X's knees, forcing him backwards as well. As he did so he reluctantly let go of the Massamune. Kahn bulled forward, ramming Seph X forcefully into the opposite wall. A loud droan erupted from the metalwork of the Highwind as Seph X bent it with his impact.
"KAHN!" A maniacal voice said from below, and Kahn found it sickeningly familiar.
"Nox Seran," He muttered, turning his attention away from the metal clone to the insane demon that was currently slithering up a case of stairs. (Cursing them all the way, as well.) "A pleasure to see you as always. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Nox Seran laughed maniacally.
"You know very well what I'm here for, Kahn. The Shadowlord has set me loose, in exchange for your head." He answered.
Seph X took the opportunity to grab his lost sword. As he did so, he caught a glimpse of a semi-translucent form which resembled a human wearing entirely too much pink. Odd. Not paying the slightest amount of attention to this, he turned, simultaneously slicing at mid height.
"Look out Kahn!" The pink person/thing shouted.
The demon spun around, and just narrowly managed to throw himself backwards. The steel sliced dangerously close to his throat as he let gravity take him to short lasted safety. Seph X wasn't slow on continuing his attack, and used the impetus from his previous slice to swiftly chop downwards. Kahn swiftly brought his hands up in a protective manner, and barked out a harsh word.
Seph X's sword stopped suddenly, as if it had struck a wall of some sort. Purple sparks erupted from his blade, as something was obviously holding it firmly in place. Sweat beads appeared upon the demon's brow as he pushed upwards with its hands, forcing the blade away. Seph X pulled his weapon away, seeing as it was useless to merely allow it to do nothing against the demons barrier.
The pink person ran right there Seph X to examine the demon.
"You aren't hurt, are you?" She asked, worry in her eyes.
Kahn pushed her away.
"Back OFF, Cetra!" he shouted, leaping to his feet in a liquid motion. "The day I can't fight a steel flipping GOLEM is the day you can put me to rest in a coffin."
Nox Seran raised an eyebrow. Not once, but twice did Kahn manage to astound him with his choice of company.
"How very odd, Kahn." He said with a smirk. "I don't suppose she has a nickname for you yet."
The spectra girl opened her mouth to speak.
"Don't say a word if you cherish your afterlife." Kahn muttered, leaping onto Seph X, claws at the ready.
Nox Seran laughed.
"MY how the great have fallen!" He laughed. "When the leader of demons allows a CETRA to follow him, and aids her to revival. What a sad ruler we have."
Kahn, at that point, was only a slice away from ending Seph X's artificial life, but stopped with his claw in the air as Nox Seran said these words. He shot the insane demon a look of pure acid.
"No one insults ME!" He yelled, and spread his massive wings. He pushed off the ground, and glided to the snake demon below.
Nox Seran responded to this by whipping out his mallet, and waving it around menacingly.
Of course, what neither demons were expecting was a sudden recovering from Seph X, he threw his massive sword handle first. It slammed into Kahn's skulll, knocking him out like a light. The demon slumped down against the floor, while the Massamune clanged against the steel floor.
Seph X jumped over the railing, onto the floor below, and picked up his sword.
"KAHN!" The pink thing shouted.
At that very moment, Cloud had decided to check up on what was happening, and walked out of the control room into the main room. What he saw made his heart leap out and choke him.
"Aeris?!" He said, taking a step backwards.
Nox Seran laughed. Seph X raised a mechanic eyebrow. Aeris floated down to the first floor, and checked up on the still demon.
"Kahn?" She poked his shoulder.
No response.
She looked upwards.
"Don't just STAND there, Cloud! Help me get him out of here!"
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Jarred, groaned, adjested his eyes, groaned again, and groaned yet another time for good measure.
He really hated it when his magic got the better of him. It make him feel sick afterwards.
The black skinned man pushed himself up weakly, and made for the morning light. Something was wrong. Very wrong. He was missing something
"Whoa thaer, ye shouldnae be up sae early." A familiar voice said behind him.
Jarred turned around, his eyes slowly adjusting.
"Jon?" He asked, with a faint northern accent, so it sounded more like 'yon'. "Izzat you?"
The familiar face of his friend emerged from the depths of the cave.
"Aye, laddie. Can ye nae reco'nize ye ol' frien'?"
Jarred clasped the man in a friendly embrace.
"What have you been up to, you ol' coffin raider?" The carcoal skinned warrior asked good naturedly.
"Nary as much ye hae, me ol' grub stealer." The archaeologist (I suppose that's what you could call him, isn't it? If it isn't, then tell me I'll edit this part out.) said with a grin. "We saw yer work down in Midgar. Ye also hae a new weapon, I saw."
In a cartoon, a light bulb would have appeared above Jarred's head. Instead, he made due with a look of revelation. THAT'S what was wrong!
"Where's my axe?" He asked drowsily. "The Vlakorados are after me."
Jon nodded.
"That we ken, Charcoal-man. Yon female companion tole us."
Jarred raised an eyebrow. Jon laughed.
"I see ye hae still nae discovered what goes bump in the night, Jarred."
Jarred frowned.
"Everyone goes all quiet when I ask. Nobody tells me. Its really frustrating." He complained. "I don't suppose YOU would tell me?"
Jon smiled fiendishly.
"Not on the life o' me, laddie. Its too much fun to watch the lasses look at ye with confusion."
Jarred pouted. Jon handed Jarred his hand axe, and something else.
"Ye forget this last time ye were here."
Jarred looked down at the thing in his hand. It was a glove. Made from bone. The knuckles were studded with viciously curved fangs, and the fingertips were tipped with talons. Its ivory coloured splendour reflected the morning light. Jarred slid it onto his left hand.
"I was wondering what I had done with this." He mused, swinging the claw- like glove deftly. "I didn't think I forgot it, though. I thought I had sold it."
Jon smiled.
"No such thing, my frien'. Once ye hae foun' a weapon it stays with you until you find a betta one. And then someone else gets it."
Elena walked into the cave, and smiled at seeing Jarred up.
"Ah, so you're finally awake, huh? You really had me scared for a moment."
Jarred was about to reply, when there came a hysterical shout from one of the excavation miners.
"Vlakorados! Their here!"
Jarred clamped his mouth shut, and grasped his axe tight.
"I'll take care of them." He said resolutely, pushing past Elena.
This wasn't right. They weren't supposed to hunt during the day. They couldn't hate him THAT much, could they?
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The small army of demons moved swiftly southwards, with the Shadowlord leading their progress form the air, followed by Hate, Chaos and Jazac Na, the steel nemesis of Vincent of Seph X. The three warriors flapped their wings, silently following their undisputed leader, all forgetting their previous hatred for the other.
Hate turned his long snout to Chaos, and spoke with his hissing voice.
"Where are we going?" It said.
Chaos shrugged.
"I don't know."
Hate turned to Jazac Na.
"Sssteel one, do you know where we go?"
The metal demon sneered.
"Like I would tell you if I knew anyway."
Now, saying this to a monster like Hate wasn't exactly the smartest of ideas, as the strange powers it possessed were still being probed. Hate smacked it's tail against Jazac Na's metal skull, enjoying the steel ring that came forth.
"THAT issss why you should ussssss."
Jazac Na answered this by swiping with his claws, slicing the wind with a howl.
"You can't hurt me, you freak!"
Chaos sighed, as the two demons duked out their differences physically. The big ebony skinned demon increased his wing beats, and flew right next to the Shadowlord.
"My lord, mayhap you would like to tell us where we go?"
The Shadowlord smiled fiendishly, showing off his wicked teeth.
"If we cannot find Kahn, then we must look for another person of importance. The Prince Of Darkness."
Chaos raised an eyebrow.
"The Prince Of Darkness, my lord? Are you sure we possess the strength to kill him?"
"He has yet to find his full strength. We must kill him while we can."
During his time with Vincent, Chaos had caught some brief glimpses at the Prince Of Darkness. He wielded ferocious power, and if what the Shadowlord said was true, then he was bound to get more. That couldn't be good.
"Yes, my lord." He agreed. To disagree with the Shadowlord was to show a poor will to live. "Very wise."
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Wraith had sent he people known as AVALANCHE fade away, as Ghost's magic took effect. His vision turned black, and suddenly he was on the ground, near the shore. Behind him he could hear Ghost and Spectre recovering from the effects of disorientation. Wraith didn't suffer from any such weakness, as he long ago gave up his sense of direction, to prove his devotion.
"GHOST." Wraith spoke mentally. "WHERE IS THE PRINCE?"
Ghost didn't respond.
Wraith turned around, to see a quite nearly nude Half-Breed. He was shivering, holding on to himself to TRY to keep warm. Of course, this far north, nothing kept warm for very long
"WHAT DID YOU DO WITH YOUR CLOTHES?!" He demanded.
Ghost shrugged. Spectre laughed. Wraith sighed.
"SOMETIMES YOU TWO REALLY AREN'T WORTH THE TROUBLE."
With a flick of his hand, Ghost's attire suddenly appeared on him, sparkling for a moment before merely returning to normal.
"GHOST, WHERE IS THE PRINCE?"
Ghost sniffed the air deeply, closing his eyes. He stood there like that for a moment, then pointed north.
"He is at the bone village, brother. But the human is with him. The Vlakorados are hunting him."
Wraith smiled. Spectre cackled evilly.
"We HAVE to go see that!" Spectre laughed, floating eerily to the north.
Wraith let a wry smile show at the thought of Jarred fighting. Whereas they were proficient in the arts of fighting, Jarred truly turned it into an art. A toothpick could easily become a weapon in the hands of Jarred.
"I AGREE, BROTHER. LET US GO WATCH THE PRINCE FIGHT WITH HIS MONSTERS."
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Elena didn't have to be a mind reader to see Jarred was ill. It was the way he hunched over, stopped suddenly, and blinked at the sky that gave him away. He was acting the way someone who could barely see would.
And the Vlakorados just seemed to wait at the fringe of the village for him. One particularly big male stood there, glowering at Jarred. Elena could only stare in wonder as Jarred staggered out, boldly clutching onto his axe like it would prove some sort of use in his hands. His black skin glistened in the morning light, and his red eyes burned with a fiery rage.
"Het me ka." He hissed out. Elena raised an eyebrow.
All the Vlakorados seemed taken aback by this. The big one took a step backwards.
From her vantage point from the cave, along with Jon, she saw a smile form on the lips of Jarred.
"Run, you scummy lizards, before I kill you all!" He laughed.
At that point he fell on one knee, proving too weak to stand.
The Turk cursed, and pulled out a pistol from the inside of her blue suit. She could only hope it would still work.
Jarred peered over his shoulder.
"STAY BACK, HUMAN!" He shouted, and turned his attention to the Vlakorados again.
"Fera Mat Kor." He growled.
A sound like a heart beat shot through the air. Elena watched as the air around Jarred seemed to boil with heat. The Vlakorados were beginning to look around themselves with fear. Already one or two had run away.
The sound came again.
And then Jarred's image went fuzzy. It seemed as if there were two of him, one completely black and the other silvery. Jon gasped beside her, and pulled her away.
"Ye shouldae listened ta jarred, lass!" He said, with slight panic. "We must hide!"
From outside the cave there was the sound of screaming, the high pitched howl of the Vlakorados as they seared with pain. There also came the sound of flesh being torn apart, followed by a wet sloshing sound. Elena covered her ears, try futilely to stop hearing those sounds.
The worst part of it all, was that you could hear the crystal clear sound of someone laughing. Someone finding the slaughter outside highly amusing.
It was a full ten minutes later that Jarred staggered back into the cave, and propped himself against the wall.
"They're gone." He muttered, laying down his weapons. "And they left the hard way."
And with that, he fainted again.
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*: After thinking about for a while, I decided not to give Seph X my name. It was either Metal-Man, or iron-man, and I don't believe in self projection. Its evil. All who self-project into their writing are an enemy to Petie-ism (My way of life. If YOU would like to be a petie-ist, then all you have to do is worship me as your god ^_^)
For a nice, fun life, I haave some minor tips. VERY minor. Here they are:
1. At Lunch Time, Sit In Your Parked Car With Sunglasses on And Point A Hair Dryer At Passing Cars. See If They Slow Down.
2. Page Yourself Over The Intercom. Don't Disguise Your Voice.
3. Every Time Someone Asks You To Do Something, Ask If They Want Fries With That.
4. Put Your Garbage Can On Your Desk And Label It "In."
5. Put Decaf In The Coffee Maker For 3 Weeks. Once Everyone Has Gotten Over Their Caffeine Addictions, Switch To Espresso.
6. In The Memo Field Of All Your Checks, Write "For Sexual Favors"
7. Finish All Your Sentences With "In Accordance With The Prophecy."
8. Don't Use Any Punctuation
9. As Often As Possible, Skip Rather Than Walk.
10. Ask People What Sex They Are. Laugh Hysterically After They Answer.
11. Specify That Your Drive-through Order Is "To Go."
12. Sing Along At The Opera.
13. Go To A Poetry Recital And Ask Why The Poems Don't Rhyme
14. Put Mosquito Netting Around Your Work Area And Play Tropical Sounds AllDay.
15. Five Days In Advance, Tell Your Friends You Can't Attend Their Party Because You're Not In The Mood.
16. Have Your Coworkers Address You By Your Wrestling Name, Rock Hard.
17. When The Money Comes Out The ATM, Scream "I Won!, I Won!"
18. When Leaving The Zoo, Start Running Towards The Parking Lot, Yelling "Run For Your Lives, They're Loose!!"
19. Tell Your Children Over Dinner. "Due To The Economy, We Are Going To Have To Let One Of You Go."
