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Post by Icor on Sept 17, 2004 22:29:24 GMT -4
Icor took a brief moment to stare down at his hands as he returned to this familiar wasteland. The visions disengaged absolutely no pain or trouble in his mind, save a few disgusts.
Weather he knew it or not, Irikal's actions were witnessed by the hidden eyes of Icor. Each and every scream and cry from the girl he "heard" and "viewed" through several senses beyond the first five, and it made him physically wince in the end, though otherwise remain quiescent.
He began to speak freely, as if someone were standing directly before him, though apparently the space was devoid of beings other than the wailing faces. His words were apparently directed toward Irikal.
"Your methods are equivocal; Equivocal and boorishly lazy. Through magicks, everything is synthetic - fake, though visible enough to believe, still fake. Our styles are at several imbroglios – You believe in the short-cut. I believe in the time, in the pleasure of patience. Your method is for the poltroon, and the boaster, all in superfluity of your pathetic 'dark power'."
Icor sneered, inhaling through his teeth as he bore them. The air sliced through the invisible gaps between his incisors, emanating a loud *snick* sound. He then continued.
"You cannot generate what I can in the Great Quantities, and the White Prey. All of them protuberate with auras! Pray, reconnoiter the heart, learn of how to manipulate. Physical torture weeps before that of the mind, when it is -true-! Earn their trust! Their love, and then shatter it before them at their feet! There is such beauty in this, the feeling is unutterable."
His voice began to quiver as he spoke, drifting into nigh dreamland. He rotates on an axis, peering through the eternity, and the nothingness, searching.
"I will search for the my Rift, be it that you not let me back to the suckling. As you are much too arrogant to listen, as am I too 'ignorant' to know that there is 'no way free of here without permission'."
Icor's words were soaked with sarcasm, and his speech finished with a bitter scoff.
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Post by Nymiane on Sept 17, 2004 23:53:26 GMT -4
“Irikal..”<br> The voice called out, teal orbs lighting up, her fingers curling into her palms as she lifted her weight to her feet once more. A low growl rumbled in her throat, emitting into loud one, her hand gripped upon a stone and she chucked it at the wall, watching it crumble.
“Arrogance.. Your arrogance blinds you!”<br> Nymiane placed both hands upon the wall, her head protruding through a gape, a small window, visions of a girl plastered in front of her, picture ever changing. A roll of the eye was given, dead lips continued to move, mouthing “arrogance”. She loathed his self assurance, it was a fault of his and would be his downfall. Lavender eyes were narrowed and brows of turquoise narrowing, dead lips forming a thin line. Nym jerked her head to the side, eyes now of pristine hue gazed upon him.
“Should I be impressed? Your arrogance blinds you!”<br> Her voice roared out, repeating her last line as she walked up to him, body pressed into his. She shook her head and raised her hand, waving him away. Her back was turned to him and a brow arose, lips curling into a smile.
“I said, send him back. That is what you will do.. Listen to the man, gain trust and break them, physically.. No magic. No Wasteland. Everhath, physical.”<br> Nymiane returned to the same gape in the wall, her cheek pressed against the warm stone, a satisfied grin plastered upon her face, turquoise eyes returned their gaze back to Irikals, her teeth biting down into her lip, threatening to break the skin… maniacal laughter seeping from her.
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Post by Icor on Sept 18, 2004 5:21:34 GMT -4
Icor rocked his head back and roared with laughter like that of a hyena. The screech of his horrible cackling quickly and fluently dove downward in pitch until it was a bland, rumbling chortle.
"This is one long jest? I finally, through patience, penetrate through your brainwashed minds my teachings, and now the command of Chaos Herself orders the pawn to do as -I- preach?! I cannot describe the victory I feel, Goddess! Have I, suddenly from the mist, unlocked the lost memories of your Religion? Have you actually found a goal, through -I-?! Through the Incubuss?"
His laughter all but picked up once more. His outer layer of skin seemed to ripple as if snakes were recently thrust into his muscles. The slithering serpent-like bulges would frequently stretch his rubbery epidermis out (While at other times sink deeper into invisibility), from what could be seen: His neck and forearms. He convulsed in this mannerism for several moments. The smooth, mirror-like ground below the crystals began to crack under his feet, sending spine-shattering *snaps* through the WasteLand.
"And yet you rise yourself upon a podium and stare down at the Incubuss, claiming their arrogance and 'pointlessness' to the chaos, and to the darkness. Know this at least, as obviously you know not yourself: Chaos is not the only force of starving hearts in this plane, or any other. In your WasteLand, pawn, I wield my own arcane. And this is only yet the first lesson; if you want to apply and abide to it in your Chaos – that ceaseless, mindless, endless, and pointless ruining faith you so dearly cling to, or invent for that matter - do so. It would be yet another victory for the Incubuss!"
Then entire time he spoke was barely at all english through his extreme dialect and gurgled throat.
The cracking ended with an abrupt halt – this blood-curdling sound is quickly followed by what sounds like the shredding of a fragment of cloth, directly down the center. In fact, this 'rip' finished, a large hole gaping through an opening in the oblivion. Icor placed his fingers under the vertical hems, and shred it the rest of the way open, allowing color to pour through into the cracks at his feet. Wind and reality flowed in with it, as did reasonable sound – it deafened the voices of the faces, and lifted the tunic shrouding Icor's body into its breeze. He then, sprinting, leapt through into 'truth', and straightened himself as the shredded Rift sewn itself together once more.
"Mihar, through you and the others did I learn. The Chaos learn from nothing but themselves. Pah! Arrogance. Hypocrisy must be part of the Chaotic Teachings."
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Eldroth
Noble
Harbringer of Chaos
At the end of the day, everyone's a victim.
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Post by Eldroth on Sept 19, 2004 14:24:56 GMT -4
'Maybe...But I've somewhat earned my right to be wouldn't you agree Darkness?'
He countered at her accusation, then grunted as Nym disappeared through the wall, leaving the First Count alone on his balcony. What an inconvienience, Irikal thought, as he released the fight he had not been paying alot of attention to and let Icor escape through the rift he had created. Irikal thought viciously for a minute about closing the rip and slicing the creature in half, but he really did not want to spend the rest of eternity in the Wasteland because of Nyms grudge. Looking out from his tower Irikal shook his head. Bloody great. He had no love for minor powers, and to pretend he's a friend? Not likely. Sighing in annoyance as he realised what Nym had done he shook his head. Never give an arrogant upstart an ego boost, it always made them intolerable. Tossing his head to move his hair Irikal walked back into the tower, over head in the wasteland, crimson lightning churned in onyx clouds.
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Post by Icor on Sept 21, 2004 13:23:03 GMT -4
Ahem. Due to the fact this RP has gone to hell, i'm just gonna drop out. Too much OOC emotion has dropped into it. I've also learned that playing a gawd-awful bastard is NOT FUN. It gets to the point where I get on and say "Garnt-farnit. I have to make ANOTHER 'Woopty-I'm-a-big-shot' post, when in reality i'm not at all happy with how the character has turned out. Yeah, sure it -would- have been an interesting concept playing a freakish monster bent on seducing women and eatting their hearts (literally), but the company didn't quite satisfy this time arround. Sorry if I offended anyone (Especially you Eldroth).
Instead, i'm gonna make a character that's FUN, not a CHORE. Look forward to it.
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Eldroth
Noble
Harbringer of Chaos
At the end of the day, everyone's a victim.
Posts: 77
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Post by Eldroth on Sept 21, 2004 13:58:34 GMT -4
You didn't mate...i just got a bit confused...lol
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