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Post by MeadowSong on May 13, 2010 22:16:01 GMT -5
***From A Dark Alliance, in The World that Never Was***
[glow=purple,2,300]The mistress took her leave from the high tower and retreated to her private chambers deep within the Castle of Nowhere. She sat before a mirror positioned at the center of the black and purple-schemed room and stared intently at the images coming through.[/glow]
***Off to Let the Games Begin, in Ancient Greece***
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Post by MeadowSong on May 21, 2010 22:03:27 GMT -5
***From Let the Games Begin!, in Ancient Greece***
[glow=purple,2,300]Maleficent and her party rematerialized from the darkness in the center of her chamber, circling the mirror she had placed down. She gazed around at everyone and stood before Shego.
"You may now...release Jafar, Shego."[/glow]
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Post by Atticus the Fallen on May 21, 2010 22:09:53 GMT -5
Atticus had appeared there before them, after having told Kefka to go to Maleficent. He was leaning against a wall, casually petting Cuddles in his arms as they all appeared. Cuddles would leap from his arms and go to Shego, curling around her ankles like a kitten.
He stood up, looking to the rabble with mild interest. He was an intimidating figure, yes, but compared to the mayhem that was walking in... well... He seemed the most sane of the group. "I take it our escapades ended in success?" he asked, noting the gem in Shego's hand...
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kefka
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Post by kefka on May 21, 2010 22:10:07 GMT -5
***From Let the Games Begin!, in Ancient Greece***
[glow=Yellow,2,300]Kefka stomped around the room in anger, cursing Hades' name and all he encompassed.
"How dare he belittle me!? How dare he!? I will destroy him! I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate Hades!"
Kefka then left the room in an explosion of anger, disappearing down the long, winding corridors. His screams could still be heard several minutes later, on lower levels.[/glow]
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Shego
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Y'know, for someone who's supposedly a mad genius, I'm not seeing much of the "genius".
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Post by Shego on May 21, 2010 22:15:54 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,700]Shego faced Maleficent idly, looking paler than usual, exhausted--out of energy. She held out her hand and offered the gem to Maleficent, unknowing on how to release a soul. Once Maleficent would hold it, she would back away until she rested her back against the cold wall.
The girl was human after all... and she hadn't slept, nor eaten, nor drank since she got there, and with battles using plasma and darkness lasting two straight days... could you really blame her?[/glow]
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Post by MeadowSong on May 21, 2010 22:40:00 GMT -5
[glow=Purple,2,300]"Yes, Atticus, an utter success, but a tiring...it was madness. We have Jafar though." She then turned to her young apprentice. "You must be tired, Shego." She pointed a bony finger to her black-iron bed, with a purple quilt laying over it. "I never use it."
It was now time to make preparations for return of Jafar. In the meantime, she snapped her fingers, trapping Megara into the fate of one stricken by Medusa's glare. She turned the poor girl to stone, until she had need of her.
"And when you're rested, Shego...I shall present you with your gift. Goodnight." And with that she left the room.[/glow]
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Shego
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Post by Shego on May 21, 2010 22:44:06 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,700]Shego slowly walked towards the bed, stopping in front of it before tilting forward, diving face first into the silken purple comforts, "mrhrmm.rm....." she muffled into the bed something, inaudible, and she was out like a light.
If anything, once she would wake, she had better expected a PIZZA or something to eat as her surprise. The thief would tiredly move onto her side and curl up a little. If cuddles had also made it onto the bed, she would weakly wrap an arm around the creature, and pull him close, as a teddy-bear, through her sleep. [/glow]
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Post by Atticus the Fallen on May 22, 2010 19:57:19 GMT -5
Atticus looked to Shego as she crawled off, Cuddles claiming his spot with her as she did. He then turned his attention to Megara just before her trip to stone. "Jafar... and a spare, I see..." he muttered, walking over to look her over with mild interest. "And what do you plan to do with this lawn ornament?" he asked, but didn't expect an answer.
He looked to Maleficent as she held the orb, walking over to look over her shoulder. "I take it his soul is contained within? Will you require assistance, my queen?" he asked calmly...
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Shego
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Post by Shego on May 22, 2010 20:56:40 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,700]The thief sank into the matress, fussed and turned, curling in place, and holding on to Cuddles tightly, though certain, having him so close when she was so vulnerable was a bad thing, since he was of Darkness.
"Ghn...." she would mumble, her diving into a dream...or a nightmare, "ah..."
... What she didn't know, was that she was truly Diving... into her heart.
Seconds in that horrible dream, would turn to hours on the real world, and she would fall with a loud THUD in the end, off the bed. In a cold sweat, she would wake, in panic, looking around her, shivering, and holding Cuddles the moment she rested eyes on him, "Oh...you are ok..." she whispered to herself, holding him tightly, "you are ok..." she repeated, almost crying.
"I really gotta..." she mumbled, trying to regain her composure, "Lay off the pork chops before bed...h-heh.." [/glow]
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Post by Acteur de la Noir on May 23, 2010 0:33:59 GMT -5
As the lithe, pale-skinned femme fatale was regaining her composure, she would become aware of someone standing nearby. But this was not the dark, sinister, and strangely elegant figure of her new master, Maleficent; not the cloaked, shadowy presence of that Heartless magus, Atticus the Fallen; and not even the gaudy, madcap sensation that was the crazed clown Kefka. No...this figure was something new.
Human or Heartless? First glances told very little--from head to toe, the lanky figure who stood by the side of Shego's bed was garbed in the attire of a 17th-century nobleman--beneath a tattered black cape, a deep purple suit jacket with tails, with flaring trousers of matching hue. The ensemble was compounded by theatrical gloves and a noble's stylish hat, the latter complete with a black feather. And, of course, there was the mask--that smooth thing of polished white porcelain, decorated by the Heartless emblem and hiding any of the wearer's features behind a crescent-slash grin with angular eye-holes. With a mop of silver-gray hair tumbling down to hide any trace of the figure's head, it seemed impossible to deduce what species this mysterious stranger was...
...That is, unless Shego were to glance between the eyes of her precious "Cuddles," and those of this mysterious , fanciful noble. Those distinctive yellow orbs, set in the depths of an impenetrable shadow, betrayed the stranger's true identity...he was Heartless. And. like the mysterious Atticus, those keen eyes danced with sentience--in this case, a sort of poetic-yet-sinister eloquence; a hint of the theatrical temperament of their owner.
Stooping to address the pale emerald-and-sable beauty known to most as Shego, the Heartless nobleman offered a white-gloved hand to help her up. "Dear me, mademoiselle," he mused in a cultured, foreign accent, his eyes dancing with lively wit. "You're not injured, I hope? You took quite the tumble, after all... "
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Shego
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Post by Shego on May 23, 2010 8:59:27 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,700]The moment she felt someone else in the room that wasn't those she had already met, was the moment she shot up and fired up her hands into heat waves of green plasma. Sadly, the plasma she emitted was weak, and dim from the lack of energy source, and it would make her stomach grumble from the weakness.
The thief blushed darkly at her own composure, still attaining a fighting stance towards the theater-manic stranger that stood before her, "Whoa-hey hey- HEY... no touchie." she growled, batting from a distance his hand away, "I'm FINE, I don't need to... hey, you look like Cuddles... and Scarecrow." she spoke surprised, pointing to the man's eyes, still from a distance, "... you're a Heartless, too?"
It was then, when the thief lowered her guard, since he was a Heartless, it only meant he was not the good guys... which were her bad guys. Eh, it made sense in her head. He was bad, therefore good. The plasma that seemed to flicker would fully stop, leaving her hands touchable, and the woman would grab at her own head. She was limited right now.[/glow]
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Post by MeadowSong on May 23, 2010 17:13:02 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,300]"Though I do not enjoy admitting this, yes. may need help releasing Jafar's soul this time. He has fallen too many times, now, that he has crystalized. No doubt is the same with the others."
She frowned. In fact, lately she did that a lot. "Atticus, do you..." She looked vulnerable. Almost frightened, even. "Lately, I have been feeling the thread of my former apprentice grow stronger. I fear she might be on the move again, and her heart is stronger than ever...We mus hasten to revive Jafar."[/glow]
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Post by Atticus the Fallen on May 23, 2010 20:25:00 GMT -5
[Time distortion aside, I'll assume it took Maleficent the hours to figure out she didn't know how that it took Shego to wake up]
Atticus slipped his large, clawed hand over Maleficent's own, easily gripping both her appendage and the orb within. If she had any sense about her, she would notice the incredible amount of dark power coursing through this creature even with the simplest touch. Her heart might even begin to feel those terrible, yet familiar tugs of the darkness calling out to her almost invitingly... like a reunion with long lost comrades who would welcome her without question and without hesitation...
And then the orb would be lifted from her delicate, spiderlike fingers. Instantly the feeling of dark acceptance would be gone, leaving behind only the emptiness of seperation... That is... IF Maleficent was empathic enough to have sensed any of these strange feelings. Atticus walked ahead of her slightly, holding the orb high to observe it from all angles. He paused in the middle of the room, tilting his head slightly as the limited light of the dark queen's BEDROOM reflected lightly over the smooth surface of the gem.
He didn't spare a glance when Acteur appeared, yet he was glad the madcap performer had appeared. "So the prodigal daughter returns..." mused the dark wizard as he studied the bauble, speaking both to Acteur and his "queen" Maleficent. "She who had discarded the gentle embrace of the ever-infinite darkness... who left behind a position of responsibility and respect among our hive... Oh, how I weep for those torn from our brood..."
He lowered his hand lightly, now holding Jafar at waist height. His head was lowered slightly as well, yet he spoke with such command and strength even when displaying such "heartfelt" concern for another. "Acteur... our little lamb has lost her way... Go to her and save her from the harsh light. Bring our dear General home..."
That was his last word to the madcap puppet. He would turn slowly to face Maleficent once more. "As for the soul of our fallen comrade in arms... Releasing him is simplicity itself..." he snapped his fingers, and created for Jafar a mimic body from the shadows. From every shadowy corner of the room, the dark would slither its way towards the center, much like flowing ink in a bowl. From that puddle in the middle, rose a twisted version of the mad vazier, a fitting form for one who had not only been defeated once... but TWICE at the hands of the Keyblade master. A nightmare indeed... but one fitting the situation.
Atticus walked around his dark creation, checking it from all angles to ensure it was... "up to code". "Yes... Yes, this will do nicely..." he said calmly... then brought out his clawed hand. He pressed it into his fellow wizard's chest, with as little resistance as water, and released. The red glow of the gem could be seen erupting from the mouth, eyes, fingers and toes of Jafar as Atticus withdrew.
"Behold... you are reborn..."
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Shego
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Post by Shego on May 24, 2010 20:53:20 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,700]Along the chambers, there was a small passage way where The Dark Queen, and Heartless Leader had gone through. The thief merely stayed in place, next to the bed, her body relaxed as she listened in. Apparently they were trying to revive the Jartar...or... Jamar... or... Jim from the dead, and Maleficent was having trouble doing so.
Shego stepped a few feet over, to catch a better glance at the little corridor. Her eyes wide with curiosity, once she heard the Scarecrow speak once more... something of a prodigal daughter... another apprentice. The green woman began to feel jealous. How many other apprentices are there!? She grumbled a little, her hands balling into glowing, yet flickering fists, was she her damned apprentice or not!?
The girl sighed, almost angrily, and waved her hand to the side in a dismissive manner, before opening the door, stepping out, and shutting it behind her, leaving without word.[/glow]
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Post by The Heartless Army on May 24, 2010 21:03:19 GMT -5
As Shego went to walk out, her little friend would be in hot pursuit behind her. It ran around her feet, trying to stop her as she marched off so angrily, all while looking up at her with those perfect circle eyes so full of questionig and curiosity. At one point, he even grabbed a little at the trailing fabric of her apprentice's costume in what could be CONSIDERED the mouth area (seeing as he had no real mouth to speak of) and tugged pitifully at it to get her to stop.
The little diamond-scarred creature churred lightly once it dropped the cloth, his wide, yellow eyes hiding something like sadness. It didn't want her to go. It wanted her to stay and clear things up. He sat on his hind legs much like a bunny rabbit, his antennae down in a sad expression. Please don't go was written all over his entire body language.
Please don't go, Shego.
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