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Post by Araquel on Apr 9, 2007 19:27:55 GMT
Araquel exploded in a shower of lightning-like arcs that travelled across the entire hall, burning the areas it touched with a slight cracking sound.
The being rose, from his kneeling position, the lightning substance continued to flow from his eyes, striking at the air in front of his face randomly.
He blinked, the energy faded, until his glowing white eyes were now clear and visible.
"So this is Drax's little house..."
He strolled around the hall, his long white and silver coat trailing after him, revealing he was in fact unarmed under it. He touched things gently with his gloved hand, a slight glow at his fingertips.
"What a gothic stereotype."
He looked up, shaking a loose strand of his perfectly white hair from his face. He was young looking, clad in some white finery that would suit royalty. However, there was something about his facial expression, a fleeting wave of insanity that seemed to pulse over him as his colourless gaze moved over the various aspects of the hall.
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Post by Lunavyre on Apr 9, 2007 20:18:06 GMT
Luna walks happily from the dining hall, surprisingly elated for once and in the absence of her Lord too! Remarkable! Her private little satisfied laugh echos about the huge entrance hall and she is suddenly aware that she is not so alone as she had thought. A glowing creature stands illuminating the far side much better than any candle or even the moon light filtering through the glass dome over head.
Luna stops abruptly, unsure of this being having never seen it before... "Hello?" She voices quietly, throat dry and sketchy...
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Post by Araquel on Apr 9, 2007 20:26:46 GMT
"Aha... Heh..."
Araquel grinned as he spied Luna, the petite creature had seemed so happy until she saw him.
"Greetings. Where might I find Draxus this evening?"
He walked towards her, an air of danger obvious about him.
"I'm an old friend... It's been a while and I thought we could catch up... See how he fights nowadays... See if he still begs for my mercy, or for the lives of his friends!"
With that he throws his arms forward, cackling, launching a spiralling mist from his hands at Luna, one of the essences of purity... This one was Pain, and was the power of he, Araquel, the Broken Angel, and the others flung from their Mother realms and into Limbo...
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Post by Lunavyre on Apr 9, 2007 20:38:55 GMT
Luna frowns at the being as it speaks, getting dangerously close as it walked forward in her direction. It spoke of Draxus in a way that she knew must be lies. Begging was an act simply unimaginable for her Lord...
His words confuse her and it is for this reason that she is slow to react when the being emits some force of energy, white and misty, hurtling to wards her. Luna dodges but not quite enough as the ball hits her arm with shocking force, her skin absorbing it instantly. At once she is paralysed by waves of excruciating pain that force her to her knees. Her nerves freeze and burn all at once, too intense to allow even the slightest utterance of mercy from her paling lips...
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Post by Araquel on Apr 9, 2007 20:47:30 GMT
Araquel laughs manically...
"I see now! You're his female!"
Araquel indulged in the link he now had with Luna, probing her past, her present and her secrets...
"I wonder if Drax will care that I'm doing this to you..?"
He laughs again, but is cut short, the pain immediately fading from Luna as he stares in horror at the shadows... Around 10 shadowy beings appear around him, each casting a corporeal chain in his direction... A voice sounds as the chains curl around him.
"Law 14-b has been violated, you will be removed by order of the Influence, you may return to Midian in exactly 7 days."
Araquel explodes amidst the chains, reverting back into the lightning-like energy which instantly disappears, along with the strange beings who merge with the shadows, gone from this place.
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Post by Lunavyre on Apr 10, 2007 19:49:33 GMT
Air floods into Luna's lungs as the pain suddenly subsides and she able to breathe again. Though aching all over the spell ebbs quickly enough and Luna heaves herself back onto her feet. The glowing thing was leaving, cast away by some higher force of Midian in the form of chains and shadows... Her mind instantly thinks to Damien but this presence was no threat...
A few silent moments pass as Luna is rooted to the ground, unable move or think. At last she moves off cautiously, gripping the wall as if she edged around a mountain path. Clothes, that what she had meant to get. She nods to nobody, perhaps simply to reassure herself, then finally ascends the huge stair case on the way to the guest rooms...
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