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The towering figure was silent as the three spoke. Even back where reality made sense and the space around them flowed as they knew it there was a feeling of being in the shadow of something far bigger than themselves. The ever changing number of green eyes peered down at the diminutive figures...

The silence was deafening in response to Ira's request. Then in a flash the darkness started to collapse once more, engulfing the party tighter and tighter. The great green stars disappeared in the miasma of nothingness and the tendril like fingers shrunk as their roots fell into the bottomless...

Ira's hand froze mid wave. There was no sense of a restraining force around the limb, nor within in his mind. In fact as far as the servant's senses were concerned he was still dismissively waving towards Caster. While Thomas was in no position to move as freely as Ira, he too was rendered in...

Caster's flesh was neither cold nor hot, smooth nor rough. It felt like nothing. As if Thomas was grabbing at the very fabric of space around him. There wasn't any sensation even at the point where the tip of Caster's claw met his flesh, or when the "servant" lifted his body up. The only feeling...

The golden spear impacted darkness as firm as stone. Despite not lodging into anything it held its place, or perhaps was held in place, and Ira achieved the same goal; projecting an air of aloofness and brashness that had no effect on the being. Ever the enigmatic figure, Caster did not deign a...

The radiant burst of light flickered and shined for but a moment, only to weep from the outstretched wings. Golden tears poured along the edges and ran off the tips of feathered wings, and in the process dimming to a murky dirty glow- robbing Ira of his ethereal beauty. He still had his...

Caster was silent as they marched out from the Shop, even when Oshiro took to his flank and was close enough to brush up against his heavy leather cloak. Their trek continued on for a few steps beyond the storefront before the large figure stopped. Still and quiet as ever, he simple stood there-...

Reality was delicate. Less a shimmering bubble in the infinite void and more an intricately woven fabric of infinite timelines in infinite space, all connected at distant endpoints. And among the infinite infinities it stood so small. A precious blip among the abyssal sea between universes. A...

There was only silence to serve as a confirmation to Max's hypothesis. Slowly the withered hand withdrew from the air between them, finger still outstretched, pointing towards the once-blond-turned-black haired youth. The glowing orbs still kept their gaze on him, but one by one they blinked out...

Silence hung in the air in answer to her question, the only disturbance coming from the rustling of his cloak as he plucked various objects of varying size from the old wooden box and sliding them into unseen pockets under his mantle. The procession of antiques did pause a moment later however...

The figure didn't deign a response to the sudden arrival, nor an acknowledgement of the servant's presence. The constellation of sickly glowing orbs held their focus on Max. The statuesque bulk simply towered over the both of them in a short, stunted silence as one spoke, and then the other...

"Oh but you will be, when the others have your scent, and hunt you down with prejudice." The tone of the figure's words carried no personal threat, but rather with a certainty about it. As if he were talking about the dusty red color of a desert sunset. "Even if your plans are executed...

As she turned it in her hand the structure shifted as it had before, flickering brilliant lights through it's million little windows, and forcing her to occasionally look away when she peered too closely. It was like staring into the sun, leaving a white spot in her vision when she looked away...

The figure held his silence for a minute or two, setting the chalice on the ground where the fire had pooled, and for the first time was no longer towering over the indignant boy. That didn't last however as he stood back up and retracted his hand, sending the trinkets around his torso jingling...

"There are no enemies, only opportunities, but if you were to drink this, then I have misjudged your intelligence," the figure said flatly, though a small gravely noise proceeded the words indicating perhaps some amusement at the thought. He held the cup slightly aloft, the black fire casting an...

"Your perspective is narrow, tunneling," the figure remarked offhandedly and letting out a soft bellowing noise akin to a sickly exhale. The cloak over the titan's body shifted slightly before a gnarled and pockmarked green hand slid out from behind the draping leather. In it's six digits was...

The mountainous figure stood silent, giving no sign to confirm Max's remark. Nor did he answer the questions right away. Instead he kept his slow, forward plodding pace, pushing the young man back until both were standing on the platform. It was a gift, the time Max desired in order to summon...

The figure behind the tense young man was easily two heads taller, and his position on the stairs made that discrepancy even more apparent. Even from that perspective though it was hard to peer through the abyss underneath the massive leather cloak draped over the speaker, and the only details...

The platform was empty, deserted save for the trash and debris that'd found refuge over the years. The cool air whispered empty words to the boy, the natural sounds of the deep dark place, not the wailing call that'd drawn his attention. There was no train and no sign of its passage, the...

In dark spaces lurked dark things. Slinking, skulking things that called shadows soothing and light horrible. Beasts both large and small- hiding, hunting, stalking prey from those unknown depths. Consuming and devouring those too weak to fend off death at tip of sharp claws, or sharper minds...