Vex stood there not wanting to sleep, eyes burning gold. He was in deep conversation with himself, "Well maybe if I....but I could try this...." The gold glow in his eyes began flashing slowly as he tried to forcefully unlock hidden capabilities. After a moment of dimmed gold his eyes flickered ice white before he dropped to his knees clutching his shoulder. He let loose a howl of pain as he fell back. "Bad.....idea....."
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A metallic orb slowly rolled over to Vex. It was completely silent, followed by a steady stream of metallic fluid. The sphere floated upwards as the liquid metal formed itself. The liquid slowly melded into a man; tall, lanky, and sporting shaggy, messy hair. It stood not two inches behind Vex.
"HOW ARE YA DOIN', MIMIC MAN?" The figure screamed, cackling.
"HOW ARE YA DOIN', MIMIC MAN?" The figure screamed, cackling.
Vex shot off the ground still clutching his shoulder. "Who....are you....." he breathed heavily staring at the strange metallic figure. His cyan aura gently flickering to life causing some strain.
The figure cackled. "I am NOT a who, Mr. I-Will-Assume-Your-State-Of-Being. For your uncultured mind, I am a figurine owned by Rich. Just an exact replica of 'im." His limbs rotated rapidly, like a drill. "I'm a bit loopy, but not as much as HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIM AHUEHEHEHEHEHAAAAAHEHEHYYYYEEEEE!"
Vex relaxed slightly, dropping his fighting stance but keeping his aura flared. "Okay...do you need something?" Vex' tired attitude was washed away by a face of pain as he dropped to one knee clutching his shoulder. "...d-damn....."
Rich's metallic clone laughed, and it's torso became a liquid, twisting and spiralling to stretch to Vex's face. "Looks like you're outta luck with those powers right now, Mimic Man. Shame, shame, everyone knows your name!" He cackled again.
The metallic mannequin twisted it's head around 180 degrees to look at the newcomer, it's face grinning far too widely. It's teeth turned into drills, and it's smile went, quite literally, to it's ears.
"Why, hello, SENSE-able sentience!" The mannequin cackled.
"Why, hello, SENSE-able sentience!" The mannequin cackled.
"....What...the fuck...are you talking about?" He stood with a cold face, stumbling back a bit. "What do you mean, my name?" He leaned against a wall to steady himself.
"Why, it's Vex, of course! Everybody knows that!" The figurine cackled maniacally, and it split into three figurines, all identical to the original, except smaller. "We all do, for sure!" They all circled around Vex, fluxuating in spasmic intervals.
Vex closed his eyes breathing heavily as he was agitated. "Thats enough!" his eyes shot open as he locked onto there energy, turning all there kinetic energy to potential energy.
Adam noticed the abrupt change in power, and pulled on a thread, causing Vex to hear whispers in his Head, almost as if from schizophrenia, but the whispers were jumbled, and unclear, not allowing Vex to actually understand them. H said nothing as he pulled the string. He didn't want anything to happen around here, and the Power levels had become increasingly dangerous. He got ready to pull the optics string again if Vex tried anything irrational, or unpredictable.
The figured laughed, and several more erupted from the ground. The building shook and rattled. The newcomers joined the cackling chorus. "Metal supports are the best, aren't they!?" Their laughter intensified.
The mannequins all turned to him and cackled in harmony. "You senseless unsavory scammer of shady, soulless soldiers! We are all servants of Rich, which we already said!" They all cackled again.
Vex waited for the echoes to leave his head before he glared at Adam. "You should stop controlling people Adam...." Vex' eyes began to glow gold as he activated vertigo, one of the most intense forms he could. Kinda wish I had and umbrella...this just became a splash zone... he thought about the intense dizziness when vertigo activated.
The figures all congealed back into a singular entity, and walked up to Adam, towering over him. Noting the nausea evident on his face, it's head separated into two; one to look at speach person. They cackled, and then turned into a puddle and oozed away.
"Well... that was anti climactic..." Adam says. He's still leaning against the door frame. "And when it comes to controlling people? I'm not controlling anyone. Just manipulating, you were charging up, and I wasn't exactly ready for you to unleash some sort of power, sorry if I'm a bit too cautious, but I'm just a cautious guy, play it safe."
Darcel stood still, but heard the wierd man's cackle. "What's with all these people entering my house...? Anyways sir, the man you are looking for is probably blowing something up somewhere.. or asleep in the house over there. So I gave you your information, so may you please leave mister?" the boy complained.
The man patted Darcel's head, giggling. "Now why would I leave a small child like yourself, all alone in this shack?" He cackled again. "Also, I don't know that you'd want to use that blood bending you banter 'bout on me, bloody boy. I got heavy blood." He cackled once more.
The man's head turned around 180 degrees, a maniacal grin on it. The back of his head grew it's own face, and the cackling came in stereo. "Now why would I wanna do that? I'd like to join your glamorous group for the galactic games!" He laughed, and his head spun around 1440 degrees, cackling the entire time.
"Darcel held out his hand towards Brandon, "I don't know why people keep entering my house like this, but.. May you pleasae step out sir?" he questioned the man. "Also, nice alliteration."
Miridia sighed and Middie smirked. The dead witch stepping between the two to point towards the throne, "we had a deal you see. I'm guessing she didn't tell you but a deal none the less. Who ever died to the other, allies counted, would get the throne. The leadership of the coven, mine now hers".
The man's faces reconverged, and he bowed with a flourish. He looked up, a fedora appearing from his head; it popped up like fluid and solidified. "I tip my had to bid you adieu, blood bending boy." He splashed into a pile of metal, and leaked through the floorboards. Suddenly, new furniture broke through the floor; a round, metal table, six feet in diameter, with elegant and beautiful designs etched into it; four chairs, made to fit the table exactly, same engravings of magnificent curving lines, and several support beams that provided extra stability to the house.
James looked at Miridia. " So this was all a game to you both." He said. James turned his back to Miridia signifying that he was done with her and left the room going back through the mana and eventually making it outside of the place. He started to walk. maybe he could get back to the town and figure something out there. He was done with these fucking people.
Chojin then jump down from the tree and started to walk around the town till he saw someone outside "nice" he said. He then pulled out his sword amd started to hit the ground untill everyone saw him outside "Hey" he yelled out.
"Ah don't you just love mute spells. Their great when you need to tell lies. It's so easy to tell them with your group," Middie giggled before being slammed to the ground as Miridia broke the neutralizer. The dead witch actually looked scared as Miridia shifted into her familiar form, the shadows in the room whispering excitedly as the white witch became a little more grey.
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Screams. Heat. Light. That was all he could see that night. The night the village was destroyed. Running. Flying. Fighting. More running. Crying. Grieving. Insanity.
Casys shifted his position in the bed, tossing and turning as he dreamed.
Two people. His parents? Yes, he could see them clearly now. They stood towering above him, malicious scowls on their faces. His father pushed him to the ground, cursing his name. The boy sat there, helpless, at the feet of those who would normally be there to comfort him. All they woud do is drive him insane.
A faint whimper can be heard from within Casys' room, as his dream puts him back into on of those horrible moments.
The blows came. And soon after so did the screams. His parents didn't care, though. They were ten feet underground. No one could hear the boy's misfortune. "Stop!" The boy would cry out. He was given no reprieve. "You're a freak!" Was the parent's favorite taunt. "You're no son of ours!" Was a close second.
Casys continued to toss and turn in bed, sweating bullets and clutching the sheets. One of his hands sank past the sheets, into the mattress. Almost like a ghost passing through a wall.
Everytime the blows came, the boy wished they wouldn't connect. That the fists wouldn't touch his skin. That the fists would pass right through him. Something. Anything.
Casys shot up in the bed, looking around wildly as tears mingled with the sweat that covered his face. After a couple of minutes Casys realized that the reality he had been living for those cruel few moments was quite the opposite of reality. Casys let out a heavy sigh and moved to put his head in his hands, which he didn't realize were just in the mattress and not resting on it.
Casys shifted his position in the bed, tossing and turning as he dreamed.
Two people. His parents? Yes, he could see them clearly now. They stood towering above him, malicious scowls on their faces. His father pushed him to the ground, cursing his name. The boy sat there, helpless, at the feet of those who would normally be there to comfort him. All they woud do is drive him insane.
A faint whimper can be heard from within Casys' room, as his dream puts him back into on of those horrible moments.
The blows came. And soon after so did the screams. His parents didn't care, though. They were ten feet underground. No one could hear the boy's misfortune. "Stop!" The boy would cry out. He was given no reprieve. "You're a freak!" Was the parent's favorite taunt. "You're no son of ours!" Was a close second.
Casys continued to toss and turn in bed, sweating bullets and clutching the sheets. One of his hands sank past the sheets, into the mattress. Almost like a ghost passing through a wall.
Everytime the blows came, the boy wished they wouldn't connect. That the fists wouldn't touch his skin. That the fists would pass right through him. Something. Anything.
Casys shot up in the bed, looking around wildly as tears mingled with the sweat that covered his face. After a couple of minutes Casys realized that the reality he had been living for those cruel few moments was quite the opposite of reality. Casys let out a heavy sigh and moved to put his head in his hands, which he didn't realize were just in the mattress and not resting on it.
Dasken came running, recognizing the whimpers of Casys. "Casys! Dude! Are you alr- oooh. Oh.... uh..." he stuttered as he saw Casys' hands had seemingly become the mattress beneath him.
Dasken shook his head. "I can't. I literally can't, or I endanger everyone here." He looked Casys in the eyes, his intense steel-grey eyes boring into Casys's mind. "I don't recall you ever liking your parents much, Casys." Dasken said, finally finding that shred of misery and recalling their short time together. "Not one bit." He sat down on the bed.
"You have...no idea," Casys replied sadly. Casys lifted up his shirt a bit to show Dasken a four inch scar on his chest. "My parents weren't exactly supportive of my powers," Casys sighed, putting his shirt back down. "The whole reason I was away from the village at all, that night," Casys continued, "Is because I was fleeing." Casys looked into Dasken's eyes. "They tortured me to the point of insanity. One night, that night, I finally found the strength to fight back. I-," Casys stuttered, "-I killed them."
Darcel began to quiver, "So many weird things keep happening to me tonight, Ugh." the boy complained as he watched the moon taunt him.
The figure shimmered, and crawled out of the water. Her long black hair covered her face, giving her the appearance of Samara. She giggled and stood up, her black dress flowing backwards. The crystal figure dissipated, and teleported to a small city near the forest. She grabbed onto a man, and quickly translocated back towards the water. The shoved her hands into his eyes, and dragged him into the cold liquid.
The figure shimmered, and crawled out of the water. Her long black hair covered her face, giving her the appearance of Samara. She giggled and stood up, her black dress flowing backwards. The crystal figure dissipated, and teleported to a small city near the forest. She grabbed onto a man, and quickly translocated back towards the water. The shoved her hands into his eyes, and dragged him into the cold liquid.
Dasken froze. He forced his aura down as much as he could, but the room still heated up and he was outlined with dark cyan light. His eyes oopped and flickered. "I... I can relate." He gripped his legs tightly, drawing blood from his nails.
Miridia had moved back up to the top of the mana pool. She watched carefully and noted the odd swirls of red that intertwined with its usual soft greenish blue. She sat at the edge, not looking down but across as she plunged a hand below the surface, absorbing the energy for herself. Anyone of the many witches that held a postion in the age old coven heard the heart beat of their new leader, the slow pulse as she left the pocket dimension that made up the grounds of Middie. They heard the pulsing that let them free of the once prominent shackles as the stained witch disbanded the group and went back to hers.