Post by Hector Edwin on Sept 11, 2006 18:30:25 GMT -5
Given Hector's fatigue, it was hard to pay attention to what the others were saying. Eventually he stopped trying. He barely noticed when the man in white dissapparated and when the Redeemer brought him back, and didn't listen to anything the others were saying.
But with the appearance of the intruder, he became focused and began paying mind to what was going on around him. His voice carried an annoyingly cheerful tone--the kind that always made Hector feel sick. As the intruder spoke, Hector became more agitated by the phrase, 'nobody wizard'. As the strange wizard seemed to have intended, Hector became instantly enraged. Once again, his insanity overcame his ability to reason. Believing the others would concur, Hector aimed his wand at the intruder cast the most powerful cruciatus curse he could given his weary state.
Last Edit: Sept 11, 2006 19:13:44 GMT -5 by Hector Edwin
A murmur filled the Redeemer's ears as he realized that three more members had joined the meeting; he had just turned to reply to them, lowering his wand after the 'chastising' of Enrique, when a fourth, and far more interesting, figure appeared.
'My, what a bit of melodrama,' he said, after reciting a poem that seemed too odd and satiric to be thought-provoking; Muryllis smiled, even as he was ridiculed. Indeed, there was an 'other' one deep within him - one who would soon go, since glee from the Ravenclaw at the appearance of this interesting character was wholly unexpected. He raised his wand, but it was not aimed at the newcomer - instead, it was pointed at Hector's current wand, canceling the pitiful 'curse' that was being forced out.
"Tell me, O Odd One, why we may be honored by such a... random visit. I have never seen you before, but something tells me that your aquaintance is entirely beneficial." Such colorful words - the entity of Unknown was infuriated but it would take much to give up and declare defeat. "I am Muryllis, though my past - both old and recent - is of little value. Who might you be?"
"I really wouldn't try that again if I were you," said Puck to the sun-glassed man; more of a warning than a threat. The knavish little man turned his overly-gleeful face towards the boy who had magically defected the curse being sent towards the jesterish fellow. "Oh, dear boy. Haven't you learned by now that within this realm of shadows, scorpions, serpents, and such that nothing is random?"
He chuckled again, standing up from the rock that he had been laying on during the recent exchange as Muryllis introduced himself. "Oh, the past is of all value, Redeemer. For it is the past that will explain the future," he said quite knowingly, although the weirds would most likely be confusing and utterly pointless to post. His grin grew as his identity was asked. "Ah... I love that question... I go by many names."
He pulled an apple out from a pouch on his side, tossing it up and down and looking at it as he did. "Who... Who... Who... Ho, ho, ho! I'm called Robin Goodfellow, or Puck if you will. Or Pwca or Hobgoblin or Pocker or Bill! You've read of me, probably," said Puck tossing the apple into the air again and again. He started to sing a bit again.
"From hag-bred Merlin's time have I thus nightly reveld to and fro: And, for my pranks, men call me by the name of Robin Good-fellow: Fiends, ghosts, and sprites That haunt the nights, The hags and goblins doe me know, And beldames old, My feats have told, So Vale, Vale, ho, ho, ho!"
He chuckled again, taking a bite out of the apple. "So that's the who, but what's the why? To cause some mischief betwixt you and I? No! I'm here to help you," he said, speaking to the misfit, criminal group in general. "I have answers, and warnings as well... He's coming back, you see. But it'll be different this time. No more guards. No more gods. But vengeance will still be in his mind, and now his heart. Vengeance for those who betrayed him, or failed his purpose."
The Sprite seemed to overly enjoy this perplexing form of speech. Indeed, he seemed to enjoy exceedingly. He leaned back against the remnants of what was once a statue of a dragon, biting the apple again.
"The County and I go way back... Let us just say that I will be here to make sure certain... rules are kept. Or promises, if you will. And, of course, to have some fun," he grinned. "You're all in a very dangerous position, you know. The organization destroyed, your leaders either dead or missing, the wizarding governments vowing to bring every former Shadow to justice... But your enemies in Firefox are still weak, aren't they? The lightning man left, I hear. He fled, probably guilty of his failing against the Scorpion... They are still defeatible, but you chaps just can't do it. Very amusing, I believe. Vae victus!"
He took another bite of the apple, his grin growing darker as he looked at the group.
"But I assure you, children, that those wizarding governments will be the least of your problems if you choose certain paths over others."
With that said, the puzzling, confusing individual sat back on his rock and continued eating the apple, obviously finished and not wanting to expand on his perplexing and jumbled comments.
In a seperate part of the Fortress, there was yet another figure in the robes of a Shadow. To be more exact, it was Tobias in the robes he wore during the War: a frightening combination of Shadow, Confederate General, and occultist clothing that Unknown had allwed the boy. At his feet, many other Shadows laid dead...by his wands. He had come to fix his mistakes. All of Unknown's areas had not just been obliterated, but erased from this plane of existance entirely. Set away for the Unknown One's next incarnation...but that was when the boy was a pawn of the Society and that psycho S.O.B. There was one Shadow still alive, on his knees, disarmed, and begging for his life. Tobias however, showed no mercy in his hazel eyes. "Avada Kedavra."
Minutes later, he happened upon one last group...completely unaware that the rest of the Shadows in Diadem were dead. Among them: Muryllis. The school would want him alive..besides, his poor friend was probably still under Unknown's control. Still with his depressant composure, he walked towards them, still holding his wands at his sides just in time to hear the annoying jester finish his rant. His shoulders were slumped, his eyes almost empty, and his voice hollow.
"...Good evening gentlemen...fine evening for a drink, no? Unknown dead and his lairs gone forever...the Count out of commission...and the rest of these ruins empty except for the dead. So much for our great Society...Mury, there's no point in continuing. You and I both know that we're probably going to die soon, just snap out of it. And the rest of you....oh I dont even care anymore. To tell the truth, everything within these ruins is going to die soon, if they aren't already dead."
His voice was monotonous, and rather depressing...but faintly, in his eyes, was some of that same old sadism that he had been infamous for. He had something in mind for the ruins.
(ooc: I give Tobias-sama permission to kill teh annoying 'dagger' and 'the third one currently named 'pickaxe' npc's if he wants and all that good stuff. Yay.)
It was just a little while since the voice entered his mind. Only a little while since the insistent madness filled his brain and compelled him to seek out Diadem. Only a short time, but long enough to know that it was time. Yes, it was time.
Azazel, red haired and smiling, had come home to Diadem at last. He materialized out of thin air in front of the gates, noticing immediately that they had recently been cleared. He was resplendent today in his usual set of clothing, reminiscent of the 19th century. He could sense the presence of various people inside, some of which he recognized.
Go.
Insistent, so insistent. Azazel stepped over the threshold and into the ruins, breaking into a sprint as he did. Like a bat out of hell he sped past the small group of survivors without even affording them a cursory glance. Whether they noticed him or not, it did not matter. What mattered was to find it. Yes.
His movements were deliberate and always in the right direction, even though he had never been to Diadem before. The voice told him where to go, and he listened. He ran down halls, through corridors, through secret passages, and up and down many flights of stairs. And then, rather suddenly, the desolation and devastation ended. Azazel had reached to the entrance to the Temple, and all would now be well. Knock knock
Yes. Knock, knock, indeed.
Azazel noticed, much to his interest, that this area was clean and crisp. There was no damage to the Great Door. No damage to any of the magically infused columns, still glowing with ethereal light from their many runes, was visible. There was no rubble. It looked like it had always looked since old Korodin opened up shop. Azazel chuckled and walked toward the Great Door, placing his hand on it when he reached it. He knocked twice, and the door shuddered, with glee or terror he did not know. There was a moment's pause.
Enter...
The Great Door opened silently on its massive hinges. Yes, time to enter.
And the whole earth has been corrupted through the works that were taught by Azâzêl: to him ascribe all sin.
The first step was the most difficult, filling him with terror and elation. As his foot made contact with the floor the many runes carved and drawn into the walls, columns, and the floor, all flickered with light. They responded to Azazel's energy, and they showed him where to go. Like a man in a dream he followed the brightest lights, never questioning their wisdom.
He walked past the great statues of the Big Three that were situated in the center of this massive hall, casting a wary eye on their lifeless visages. Without the life that once filled this temple, the magical energy simply faded away. It became dormant, waiting to be reawakened. Azazel would be the one to bring it all back. Yes!
Almost there...
Up ahead he could see another great door, already ajar, and he knew that he was going into the Shrine. That was where many things had started and where many things must end.
He entered the Shrine, footfalls silent on the enchanted floor. As Azazel looked ahead he could see a strange glow emanating from the floor. He approached it with customary caution knowing full well the dangers of this place. When the object came into view, he realized that it was actually a symbol etched into the floor, much like an enlarged version of the runes all around. It was emanating a violet color and appeared to be extremely cold. The air around it was steamy, distorting the view of the strange symbol.
Revive
"Of course I will," said Azazel, grinning wildly as he reached into his pocket.
He removed from his pocket several vials of clear liquid, handling them with the same delicacy a muggle would show to a precious stone. With an expression of fear and mischief on his face, Azazel cocked his hand back and threw the vials onto the strange symbol on the floor.
"See you later," said Azazel, turning around and beginning to run as fast his legs could carry him. Behind him, the symbol began to pulse, light filling every corner of the Shrine.
And the whole earth has been corrupted through the works that were taught by Azâzêl: to him ascribe all sin.
By the time the magical compounds in the vials had done their work, Azazel was long gone. If he had stayed he would probably have died. The symbol began to randomly emit destructive blasts of energy, alternatively shifting the temperature of the Shrine from an extreme heat to a bitter cold. Strangely enough, the effects were limited to the Shrine. In the hall or any other portion of the temple, all was clear. Something strange was happening, that much was clear, but what?
One final blast of energy burst from the symbol striking, and being absorbed by, the walls. Then there was darkness. Then there was silence. The temperature rapidly cooled to a normal, room temperature. It was as if nothing had happened at all.
The runes began to glow, shining multicolored light all around the Temple. It was dim light, but it was enough to see the figure standing above the inactive symbol. Even in the dim light there was something strange about the figure. Something unnerving surrounded it. It was a he, in fact, roughly six feet tall with a muscular (not ridiculously so) build. The figure was stark naked and strikingly pale. His eyes glowed with a dim violet light illuminating his sharp nose and chin. He had clear, sharp features, that were a little too sharp to be entirely human. He was clean-shaven, his customary crazy beard and moustache gone. His hair was wild and dark, as always, with no sense of order.
He was Syrus Korodin, and he had returned.
"Ah. It feels so good to be back in my old suit," said Syrus, chuckling darkly. He snapped his fingers and was immediately dressed in a dark suit.
He took a step forward and the runes exploded into light.
"I died for a singular purpose. Where is my armor? Come, come. Don't be afraid."
And the runes once again began to glow with intensity, and Syrus Korodin knew that all was well. From beneath him liquid metal began seeping out of the floor. The metal flowed over his feet, climbing up his legs and starting to engulf his entire body. Slowly but surely the metal progressed, reflecting the light in strange and unusual ways. When the eerie metal reached his neck it stopped moving, beginning to contour to his body. Even as it seemed to solidify, the strange metal continued to flow. It was slow, but it was consistent.
"Perfect. Just perfect. My ritual was perfect. Never before have I been this powerful."
Lord Korodin smiled darkly, turning to look into the darkness of the hall.
"Thank you, Tiberius."
And he was gone, darkness engulfing the Temple once more.
((Back, kinda sorta. I'm gonna be an arsekavitz and completely skip over a few parts of the two replies following my last, given my laziness and lack of sleep. That said, I'm gonna modify my plotline a bit.. so yeah. Syrus, nice to see you back ))
Perhaps it was the mysterious charm and ominousity of Puck's voice, or the morbid words of Tobias; now, a single thought ran through the Ravenclaw's mind: what the HELL am I doing here? Perhaps he was here to do what he was destined to do... but since when was he destined to lead the ruins of a society that turned me to evil? Since you used their resources to gorge yourself on their knowledge.
...
Piss off.
And silence. No more nagging... the feeling went away. His mind cleared and the 'headache' gone, Muryllis turned to Tobias, addressing him personally. "I don't personally plan on dying, my good friend. I'm not sure about the rest of you, but I've decided that it's best for me to truly end this nonsense; Sodalitas a Umbras has fallen, and without the original leaders, it has no future. You guys can do whatever you want; I resign."
With that, Muryllis tapped the Redeemer badge on his chest with his wand, and pulled away, allowing a dark wisp trail from the wand tip. The robes of the Redeemer faded into those of Firefox; the badge melted into that of the Ravenclaw. The wisp stayed on his wand, almost as if holding on for a desperate last change of mind; with no sign of repentance from the Head Boy, this wisp finally lost energy and dissipated.
"Those at Firefox are no longer my enemies, though they never were, Puck. Think what you may, but I feel it's time I worked on making up for past wrongs." That said, Muryllis turned slowly and strode out of the chamber, feeling more and more alive as he walked away from the heart of Diadem. He no longer had that bit of a sickening desire for power; he dropped the pointless aura of strength which he had grown used to upholding. The group behind him, he continued on, making his way out of the ruins and back to the world.
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