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Post by Atticus the Fallen on Jul 31, 2010 23:00:16 GMT -5
Deep within... darkness would sprout and take form. Here would be the location of a great ascension... but not from whom one would expect. The gardener would be a being of such terrifying evil that the halls in this small dungeon would grow cold from fear.
Atticus stood in one of the many deeper cells of the Castle of Naught. This deep down, even the white marble walls were black with lack of light. He stood with his hands held behind him, his yellow eyes glowing softly under the rim of his hat. Behind him, he could hear Kim Possible off in one of the many other cells, probably still trying to get free from the room she shared with the statue of Megara. What Meadowsong was planning with these two was none of his concern, so he didn't even acknowledge them. Somewhere deeper, he could even hear Kefka rigging the place with enough explosive to take down even the Harbinger. Again... not his concern.
What was his concern was what was to come. The final Master of Darkness was swiftly approaching... but this one required a little... tempering before he was ready...
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Post by Secondary Characters on Aug 1, 2010 19:28:47 GMT -5
Nearby, the portal would open, and from it stepped a mountain of a man in armor. His cape flowed behind him, and he looked ready for battle, his sword at his side. He had moved forward of Jenova because he had expected not to come across the Fallen so soon. The second he was out of the portal though, he came face to face with the very creature he last expected.
"Hello..." Atticus whispered, then held a hand up. The darkness forced Garland backward into a nearby wall, the chains hanging there snapping around his wrists and ankles instantly. The force of the attack was enough to knock the sword from the man's hand, leaving him defenseless.
Garland struggled against the chains, growling loudly. "WHAT SORCERY IS THIS???" he demanded, his voice like a lion's roar. The strength of his pulling on the chains was so strong, the stone was beginning to chip and powder under the force. Atticus would be forced to create shadow tendrils to hold him tighter, restraining him.
The dark wizard stood there, watching this display of raw, unchecked power before looking over to the corridor.
"Good job, Jenova... just as I asked..." he commented, waiting on her to arrive...
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Post by serpentoflore on Aug 1, 2010 19:32:52 GMT -5
Jenova entered the dungeon, still holding Garland's horned helmet. Her face still held her 'emotional' mask that she had created to get Garland to come with her. Once she entered the corridor closed as if the space in time had mended itself. Seeing Atticus reminded her that she had fulfilled one part of her task to go to the promised land. She handed the one who had drawn her out the helmet. "What...is it that you wanted with this Garland?" She spoke, the emotions from earlier having left her.
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Post by Atticus the Fallen on Aug 1, 2010 20:18:59 GMT -5
Atticus took the helmet, looking it over a second before setting it down on a wooden table nearby. He looked between her, and the man struggling against the dark tendrils.
"What I wanted with him...?" he asked, striding forward slowly. "I want to make him into the man he is destined to be, of course..." Lifting a hand, he placed a finger over the man's heart, creating black lines extending outward, looking like some kind of infection which caused Garland to gasp and cough in pain. His eyes would yellow slightly, and his jaw tighten.
"You see, Jenova... there's a rather curious book... from your world, no less..." Atticus whispered, then reached into his coat and produced a copy of the Book of Cosmos, which he handed to her. "Halfway through, it becomes the Book of Chaos, and outlines the horrible ascension of a dark knight into the God of all Darkness, Chaos... So I asked myself... where had I seen this man before? And it dawned on me..."
He pulled his hand away, allowing Garland to cough and bow his head a bit. He still looked defiant and angry, clearly not ready to succumb. "This man... back when I was one, rather than two. I had met him while travelling with the school of the Black Mage... You have to admit the likeness is uncanny on page 113..." if Jenova looked there, there would be a very ornate picture of Garland, destroying the warriors of light and rising into the God Chaos...
Touching the man again, the dark markings appeared once more to torture Garland. "This is the Seed of Darkness... the seventh and Final master of darkness, the last key to opening the door of light... beyond which rests..."
Atticus paused, then looked to Jenova as he continued to torture the man on the wall. "The 'promised land'..." he said, using her words for it rather than the truth. Looking to Garland, he let his hand go once more, letting him breathe.
Garland said something unsavory here. Something that will not be repeated in this venue. Atticus merely chuckled, and took a step back.
"Defiant... but that's alright..." he said, turning his back on the man to walk over to the table, taking time to think. "Perhaps..." he thought, then looked to Jenova. "...this requires a woman's touch... When he finally comes to terms with what he is, what he'll become... We can begin."
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Post by serpentoflore on Aug 1, 2010 20:53:19 GMT -5
Jenova's desire for the promise land flared inside her as Atticus spoke of it. She yearned to reach it, even if it took the last of her life to reach it. Pulling herself closer, her face became that of what Atticus had seen. A confused desire that could not be pinpointed. The desire to reach it was so deep she could only fight to have it. Her hand reached to touch Garland's cheek.
"Why... Why deny your destiny?" She spoke, the cells coaxing their way inside him. As if expecting his answer to be terrible, she kissed him gently on the lips, her feet moving to accommodate the height he stood at.
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Post by Secondary Characters on Aug 1, 2010 21:11:37 GMT -5
Garland growled a bit at the touch, angry with Jenova for deceiving him. However, he couldn't exactly put up a fight when she moved in to kiss him. The result, however, was something that neither of them would expect. Though one or two of her cells passed into him with that kiss, she'd be granted a horrifying image of what he would someday become...
Mountains were on fire, cities were decimated, great monsters roamed the earth, and he stood, a monumental terror above all. His skin was a hellish red, an extra set of arms had grown below his originals, and great horns extended from his brow. His face would turn into her vision, revealling the horrific, demonic appearance of the great lord of all evil, Chaos... The oppressive, almost painful weight of his madness was evident even in this minor vision...
Their parting lips would summon the end of the vision. The man would still seem angry, and growl at her. "Deceiver..." he muttered, then looked away. He now possessed some of her cells... but his anger was so great that he still had some resistance...
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Post by serpentoflore on Aug 1, 2010 21:19:07 GMT -5
The memories of Sephiroth, who caused the terrible fires on Gaia came into her head. She didn't seem effected, giving off what looked to be a gentle smile. "It is not a terrible thing to desire to destroy." The darkness inside of her began to form a personality, a desire. The only way to achieve something is to go after it with your own efforts. She kissed Garland again, this time placing both hands on his face. The yearning for the Promised Land was still there, but the path was decided upon. She focused on the cells inside his body, trying to make him relax into what she offered.
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Post by Secondary Characters on Aug 2, 2010 15:54:19 GMT -5
"I'm not like you..." Garland muttered against Jenova's lips, though the tension against the chains was now lessened. He struggled, of course, but because of her continual attempts to dominate over him, the tugs were becoming less frequent. "I am a knight... people rely on me..."
He closed his eyes, trying not to let the dark thoughts that had been plauging him of late enter his mind. He felt her lips against his own once more... and this time, kissed back. He felt a strange connection to her, a yearning that overpowered his better sense. He'd snap out of it momentarily, pulling away and shaking his head a bit with a grunt.
"It's a trick..." he growled, his eyes angry and his expression turned down into a scowl. "I won't be mislead... not by you..." he said, his voice betraying a little hurt. Could it be she was getting to him on a level she wasn't aware of yet? What was it about her that was digging deeper into his heart? It wasn't the cells, those could be resisted. Was it something else...?
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Post by serpentoflore on Aug 2, 2010 18:47:33 GMT -5
"A knight who is only recognized when he does something for a spoiled ruler." Jenova spoke, placing her hand gently onto his face again. "You are destined for something greater than knighthood." Her eyes had a seemingly confident look in them now. Her hand gently touched the various parts of his face that was exposed. "If only you would accept such a future. No one can fight themselves forever." Her hand traveled to his heart, focusing on the cells inside him. She could feel them traveling into his heart at a rapid pace.
Leaning up, she kissed him on the lips slowly this time. Much more gentle than she had done before. She wanted him to follow his destiny, no matter what she had to do. She had forgotten Atticus even was in the room.
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Post by Atticus the Fallen on Aug 2, 2010 22:56:02 GMT -5
Atticus saw that things were proceeding quite... well... as planned. He patted the helmet slightly, before walking toward the steel bars of the cell.
"I think you have things well in hand here. I need to check in on one of my bretherin... contact me when you're done..." With that, Atticus would disappear through the darkness. Really, it was about the only decent thing to do at the moment...
***off to see kefka!***
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Post by Secondary Characters on Aug 2, 2010 23:14:15 GMT -5
"He is spoiled..." Garland whispered, then was kissed again. There was no resistance this time. When they parted, he seemed... different somehow. A nerve had been struck.
"Spoiled... blind... ignorant of the world around him... The kingdom would be better served without him..." he muttered. It wasn't the cells (though they made it easier for him to listen), but the tendrils around him were calming... loosening. He leaned forward and kissed HER now, quickly, a bit more empassioned.
"Really, a child could run the kingdom better. He lacks ambition, he lacks vision. What the world needs is a strong ruler, someone with goals to acheive, not content with the status quo..."
The darkness peeled away, leaving only the chains, but he didn't buck against them, merely leaned forward to kiss her once more. "Someone... who wants something better..."
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Post by serpentoflore on Aug 2, 2010 23:23:41 GMT -5
"Who might that be?" Jenova spoke, her voice becoming a gentle whisper when he came forward to kiss her again. It seemed almost impossible for her to have acted this way before, but the personality was solidifying almost completely. "Who could take such a place and run such a large kingdom?" She reacted to his kiss, letting him lead as much as he needed. She still focused on the cells, but it became less and less necessary to control them.
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Post by Secondary Characters on Aug 3, 2010 0:13:26 GMT -5
"Isn't it obvious?" Garland whispered against the woman's lips. Suddenly, he jerked his arms forward, literally ripping the chains out of the walls. He dropped to the ground and slowly stood up. He was tall, and handsome in a suddenly dangerous way. He looked down at Jenova before scooping her up with a single arm to hold her against himself.
"It should be I..." he said in that deep, powerful voice of his before kissing her one final time. He let her go afterwards, and walked to where his helmet was. He picked it up and slipped it on, the eyes suddenly glowing a harsh yellow. He was much darker now... but there was still a small push to be made.
"The question now is... how do I acheive this? How do I topple that joke of a monarch and take my rightful place?"
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Post by serpentoflore on Aug 3, 2010 0:18:45 GMT -5
Jenova felt herself relax, understanding how dark Garland now was. "There is someone who can help you with such a task." Her mind called towards Atticus, letting him know of what seemed to be good news. 'He is ready, Atticus. You are needed for the final push.'
"He will come soon." She bowed, as if he were already gaining a loyal ally in his quest.
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Post by Atticus the Fallen on Aug 4, 2010 14:25:39 GMT -5
"Unfortunately... I need him exactly how he is. If I turn him heartless... well... read the book, and you'll understand..." whispered Atticus' voice in Jenova's mind. Again, his presence was almost tangible, as if he were right there. She could almost reach out and feel him he seemed so real, and yet was but a phantom.
"You would be doing me a tremendous favor if you kept him distracted for now... I need to gather the others. When those five are at the alter, I'll call for you and him. Then the gates to the Promised Land will swing wide and admit you in... You have my word."
Atticus' voice hung in the spaces of Jenova's mind a moment, before speaking again. "Less than 24 hours remaining. Surely, you can wait that long?"
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