happydeath
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All posts that are in character within the Ravinca Territory should be done here. This includes any interaction anywhere going on in that clan sector of the city.
Demon's Broken Promise Removed
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TMITM
Megalomaniacal Arbiter
Revan walked through the entryway of his estate. His babysitter followed close behind.
"Sir, where are you going?"
Revan scowled beneath his cowl and kept walking.
"To the sanctuary. It's not far." Revan's voice inhibitor made him sound scarier and tougher. (Like kylo ren.)
His babysitter, caretaker, shadower, whatever they called themselves, his eyes widened.
"Without your entourage? Revan, I must protest. You need protection!"
Revan's scowl deepened. Not that anyone could see.
"No. I am going alone."
"But- but sir, without your entourage? Is that..." He paused as Revan's wings flared to life, materializing from between his shoulder blades.
"...wise?"
Revan lowered into a crouch.
"Sir, please do not -"
His voice cut off as Revan launched himself into the air with a flap of his powerful wings, spiraling himself into the air. He was in the air now.
He was free.
"Sir, where are you going?"
Revan scowled beneath his cowl and kept walking.
"To the sanctuary. It's not far." Revan's voice inhibitor made him sound scarier and tougher. (Like kylo ren.)
His babysitter, caretaker, shadower, whatever they called themselves, his eyes widened.
"Without your entourage? Revan, I must protest. You need protection!"
Revan's scowl deepened. Not that anyone could see.
"No. I am going alone."
"But- but sir, without your entourage? Is that..." He paused as Revan's wings flared to life, materializing from between his shoulder blades.
"...wise?"
Revan lowered into a crouch.
"Sir, please do not -"
His voice cut off as Revan launched himself into the air with a flap of his powerful wings, spiraling himself into the air. He was in the air now.
He was free.
TMITM
Megalomaniacal Arbiter
Revan spread his wings, gliding over the Ravinca territory.
His territory.
It had been some time since the position was handed to him, but he still found it hard to come to terms with the reality of it. His father had died not too long ago, and he was still, in part, accustomed to thinking of it as his.
But none of that mattered now. He was in the sky, the place where the world bent to his will, and not the other way around. He glided over to the sanctuary, planning to spend some time there. It was a good place to think.
He had wandered in there shortly after his father died to find the treasure that it was, the whole of demons history written and drawn on the walls. The language was ancient, but most of it he understood, it shared many qualities with his ancestral language, which his father had taught him, learning Common as well as his ancestral language at the same time, while he grew up. Sometimes he would mix up the languages, especially when it came to titles.
He was nearing his destination, now, and stifled his reminiscant thoughts.
His territory.
It had been some time since the position was handed to him, but he still found it hard to come to terms with the reality of it. His father had died not too long ago, and he was still, in part, accustomed to thinking of it as his.
But none of that mattered now. He was in the sky, the place where the world bent to his will, and not the other way around. He glided over to the sanctuary, planning to spend some time there. It was a good place to think.
He had wandered in there shortly after his father died to find the treasure that it was, the whole of demons history written and drawn on the walls. The language was ancient, but most of it he understood, it shared many qualities with his ancestral language, which his father had taught him, learning Common as well as his ancestral language at the same time, while he grew up. Sometimes he would mix up the languages, especially when it came to titles.
He was nearing his destination, now, and stifled his reminiscant thoughts.
TMITM
Megalomaniacal Arbiter
Revan glided over his territory, looking for what the messenger told him he'd see. And he was right, it was very obvious.
A huge plume of smoke drifted off in the distance.
A crater was where an alleyway should be, flames dancing on the floor.
He flew toward it, pushing himself hard. People might be hurt. He had to get there, fast.
When he flew over the site, he tucked in his wings and dove down. He landed on the ground hard, darkness spreading like black smoke over the ground, putting out what few fires there were left. This was the time for a dramatic entrance.
People were already there, some sort of detective at the scene.
"What happened here?" Revan said, the steely calm in his voice making it through the inhibitor clearly, anger that transcended all emotion. The Detective must have noticed because he backed off a step.
"We kind of know... some eyewitnesses reported seeing a figure dressed in black, wearing an ancient human demon mask." The Detective showed him a sketch. (Think like the masks from spider-man ps4 and you've got it.) "They also said he wielded two Hook Swords, and..." The Detective frowned. "We haven't been able to pin down his abilities. Obviously fragokinesis, or some sort of pyrokinesis, but we've had reports of teleportation and even invisibility, so..."
Revan nodded gravely. Most demon's powers were related on some level and one that had this much variety was very unusual, not to mention one with so many.
The Detective walked over to a building and pointed out some scratches. "We think these were made by the hook sword, but... " He shrugged. "We're not sure."
Revan nodded again. "My brother is very skilled in a Wushu, he might be able to help... I'll give him a visit." Revan sighed. "Do we have a name for this... Vigilante?"
The Detective frowned. "The locals have been calling him the 'Guardian Spirit'. Apparently he's helped in some small-time crimes, but... nothing of this... scale."
Revan understood. People in his territory were encouraged to help others whenever they could, but this...
This might be too much.
But Revan went home. It was late, and he needed sleep. He would pay a visit to his brother tomorrow, but another thing revealed itself to him as he flew home.
He might have to get the Leaders involved in this.
He hated to, but they had a right to know, especially if there was a potentially dangerous fragokinetic on the loose.
He would inform them if he couldn't contain the problem by himself, if his brother was a dead end.
But for now, he needed rest.
A huge plume of smoke drifted off in the distance.
A crater was where an alleyway should be, flames dancing on the floor.
He flew toward it, pushing himself hard. People might be hurt. He had to get there, fast.
When he flew over the site, he tucked in his wings and dove down. He landed on the ground hard, darkness spreading like black smoke over the ground, putting out what few fires there were left. This was the time for a dramatic entrance.
People were already there, some sort of detective at the scene.
"What happened here?" Revan said, the steely calm in his voice making it through the inhibitor clearly, anger that transcended all emotion. The Detective must have noticed because he backed off a step.
"We kind of know... some eyewitnesses reported seeing a figure dressed in black, wearing an ancient human demon mask." The Detective showed him a sketch. (Think like the masks from spider-man ps4 and you've got it.) "They also said he wielded two Hook Swords, and..." The Detective frowned. "We haven't been able to pin down his abilities. Obviously fragokinesis, or some sort of pyrokinesis, but we've had reports of teleportation and even invisibility, so..."
Revan nodded gravely. Most demon's powers were related on some level and one that had this much variety was very unusual, not to mention one with so many.
The Detective walked over to a building and pointed out some scratches. "We think these were made by the hook sword, but... " He shrugged. "We're not sure."
Revan nodded again. "My brother is very skilled in a Wushu, he might be able to help... I'll give him a visit." Revan sighed. "Do we have a name for this... Vigilante?"
The Detective frowned. "The locals have been calling him the 'Guardian Spirit'. Apparently he's helped in some small-time crimes, but... nothing of this... scale."
Revan understood. People in his territory were encouraged to help others whenever they could, but this...
This might be too much.
But Revan went home. It was late, and he needed sleep. He would pay a visit to his brother tomorrow, but another thing revealed itself to him as he flew home.
He might have to get the Leaders involved in this.
He hated to, but they had a right to know, especially if there was a potentially dangerous fragokinetic on the loose.
He would inform them if he couldn't contain the problem by himself, if his brother was a dead end.
But for now, he needed rest.
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Lish
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Lysandra Pheonix
Lysandra was standing on Revan's front lawn next to his mailbox. She crossed her arms, squinting in the weak morning sun. She had heard about the attack and had arrived at the scene shortly after Revan had left, and gotten the same information. And she wanted to help in any way she could. But she didn't want to get in Revan's way if he had a plan. So here she was, waiting for him to wake up. @TMITM
TMITM
Megalomaniacal Arbiter
Revan woke with his wings wrapped around him.
He didn't know why he always slept like that, but it was comfortable, and he always seemed to wake up like that anyway.
He got up and stretched, his wings extending to their full reach, about twelve feet. He yawned and relaxed his muscles, rubbing his back and his wings folded out of existence. Sometimes they seemed to have a mind of their own, coming into existence when he wasn't paying attention.
He looked around at his room, his private little corner of the world. His king-sized bed stood in the middle, a bedside table on either side, and a vanity opposite those. behind the vanity were two Chinese broadswords, an art he practiced often. An opening led to the rest of his room, large training space, and a small kitchen. He could have his servants bring him food, but out of respect and kindness, as well as a sense of independence, he cooked his own food most of the time.
He looked down at his mask on his bedside table, procrastinating the moment he would have to put it on. He walked out of his bedroom shirtless, the cool air tickling the sensitive skin on his forearms and between his shoulder blades, where his sparse feathers took up residence. He found his raven-shaped chest plate on an armor stand along with his cloak and donned it, the familiar weight waking him up more. His weapons, the chains, were attached to the back of the chest plate, where his shoulder blades ended. He reached behind him slightly, grabbing them. He wasn't sure exactly when it had happened, but his chains were like an extension of his body, he could control them with unnerving precision and speed.
Revan started warming up.
He started with the basics like he did every morning, spinning them at his side and stepping forward and backward, slowly working through his regimen. A strict morning schedule helped him, considering the unpredictability and overall craziness of his job.
He then took up a solid stance, spinning the chains all around him constantly, turning into the eye of a hurricane of death, his chains dangerous and beautiful. He had learned when he had first trained with them that they were dangerous, at the price of many scars along his forearms, most of which he still had. The lesson he had to learn was that he could not control every aspect of them, once they started spinning it was hard to get them to stop. At that point, he was not their master, but their guide to where he wanted them to be. It had been a humbling experience.
Next, he let the chains slowly lose momentum, hanging by his side and dragging on the ground. He then turned to the training dummy and readied himself. This was his favorite part. He had to try a move he had never thought of before, testing his creativity and mental speed.
All in one motion, he picked up a chain, spun it around once, and threw it like a bullet, sending it straight for the dummy's forehead. At the last moment, he stuck his ring and middle finger through one of the holes, stopping it abruptly centimeters from the dummy's forehead. He then simultaneously picked up the other chain, spun the first, and then spun himself and the chains around, aiming for the dummy's neck.
The dummy's head fell neatly onto the floor.
He exhaled long, calming himself. He then took a shower, fixed himself a sparse breakfast, and then sat on the floor of the training area.
He meditated.
It had always been something he liked doing, a way of calming the mind and connecting to the body. He always made sure after a conflict to return himself to this state of peace.
He then donned his robe, making sure the chains sat well and were hidden, then walked back to his bedside table and sighed at the sight of his mask.
He sighed again and donned it, making sure the vacuum seal was set, making sure the filters were good, and making sure the voice inhibitor was switched on.
He was ready.
He didn't know why he always slept like that, but it was comfortable, and he always seemed to wake up like that anyway.
He got up and stretched, his wings extending to their full reach, about twelve feet. He yawned and relaxed his muscles, rubbing his back and his wings folded out of existence. Sometimes they seemed to have a mind of their own, coming into existence when he wasn't paying attention.
He looked around at his room, his private little corner of the world. His king-sized bed stood in the middle, a bedside table on either side, and a vanity opposite those. behind the vanity were two Chinese broadswords, an art he practiced often. An opening led to the rest of his room, large training space, and a small kitchen. He could have his servants bring him food, but out of respect and kindness, as well as a sense of independence, he cooked his own food most of the time.
He looked down at his mask on his bedside table, procrastinating the moment he would have to put it on. He walked out of his bedroom shirtless, the cool air tickling the sensitive skin on his forearms and between his shoulder blades, where his sparse feathers took up residence. He found his raven-shaped chest plate on an armor stand along with his cloak and donned it, the familiar weight waking him up more. His weapons, the chains, were attached to the back of the chest plate, where his shoulder blades ended. He reached behind him slightly, grabbing them. He wasn't sure exactly when it had happened, but his chains were like an extension of his body, he could control them with unnerving precision and speed.
Revan started warming up.
He started with the basics like he did every morning, spinning them at his side and stepping forward and backward, slowly working through his regimen. A strict morning schedule helped him, considering the unpredictability and overall craziness of his job.
He then took up a solid stance, spinning the chains all around him constantly, turning into the eye of a hurricane of death, his chains dangerous and beautiful. He had learned when he had first trained with them that they were dangerous, at the price of many scars along his forearms, most of which he still had. The lesson he had to learn was that he could not control every aspect of them, once they started spinning it was hard to get them to stop. At that point, he was not their master, but their guide to where he wanted them to be. It had been a humbling experience.
Next, he let the chains slowly lose momentum, hanging by his side and dragging on the ground. He then turned to the training dummy and readied himself. This was his favorite part. He had to try a move he had never thought of before, testing his creativity and mental speed.
All in one motion, he picked up a chain, spun it around once, and threw it like a bullet, sending it straight for the dummy's forehead. At the last moment, he stuck his ring and middle finger through one of the holes, stopping it abruptly centimeters from the dummy's forehead. He then simultaneously picked up the other chain, spun the first, and then spun himself and the chains around, aiming for the dummy's neck.
The dummy's head fell neatly onto the floor.
He exhaled long, calming himself. He then took a shower, fixed himself a sparse breakfast, and then sat on the floor of the training area.
He meditated.
It had always been something he liked doing, a way of calming the mind and connecting to the body. He always made sure after a conflict to return himself to this state of peace.
He then donned his robe, making sure the chains sat well and were hidden, then walked back to his bedside table and sighed at the sight of his mask.
He sighed again and donned it, making sure the vacuum seal was set, making sure the filters were good, and making sure the voice inhibitor was switched on.
He was ready.
TMITM
Megalomaniacal Arbiter
The raven statue behind his throne opened its wings and let him pass through the secret door to the throne room, servants rushing in when they saw he was done to 'clean'. He heard them making bets on which way he had dismembered the dummy today. He smiled in spite of himself. He was happy with his little corner of the world. As he approached the throne, he saw an ice bird sitting on one of the armrests. He knew what it meant, but read the message anyway.
He was being summoned.
Actually, it wasn't all bad, he had planned to call a meeting about the mysterious 'Guardian Spirit' soon, but this meant that there was another problem he had to deal with.
"Huginn, Muninn, kausta," He said, summoning the two fickle birds. They only responded to orders in the Old Words, a language his ancestors had spoken.
The two birds, the Black Bird with White Eyes, and the White Bird with Black Eyes came and rested on his shoulders, hooking their claws into the ridges of the chest plate.
He walked out of his estate and launched himself up into the air, silently reviewing all the things he had learned about the Leaders from the Caretaker.
He was being summoned.
Actually, it wasn't all bad, he had planned to call a meeting about the mysterious 'Guardian Spirit' soon, but this meant that there was another problem he had to deal with.
"Huginn, Muninn, kausta," He said, summoning the two fickle birds. They only responded to orders in the Old Words, a language his ancestors had spoken.
The two birds, the Black Bird with White Eyes, and the White Bird with Black Eyes came and rested on his shoulders, hooking their claws into the ridges of the chest plate.
He walked out of his estate and launched himself up into the air, silently reviewing all the things he had learned about the Leaders from the Caretaker.
TMITM
Megalomaniacal Arbiter
Revan woke up.
He sighed as the events of the last day came to him.
He was miserable.
His wings joints ached, the joints between his shoulder blades on fire.
His forearm was hurting, too.
He healed faster than the average person, but still... He hurt.
But there was no time for that.
He had failed. His concentration had slipped.
Of only Avaddon hadn't...
Stop.
There was no point in appointing blame. They had all failed that day, in one way or another.
With a serious old-man groan, he got out of bed. He did his morning routine, if not a little harder. He did not want to fail again.
Why had his concentration slipped?
He had focused on being collected during conflict for thousands of years.
Why?
He sighed as the events of the last day came to him.
He was miserable.
His wings joints ached, the joints between his shoulder blades on fire.
His forearm was hurting, too.
He healed faster than the average person, but still... He hurt.
But there was no time for that.
He had failed. His concentration had slipped.
Of only Avaddon hadn't...
Stop.
There was no point in appointing blame. They had all failed that day, in one way or another.
With a serious old-man groan, he got out of bed. He did his morning routine, if not a little harder. He did not want to fail again.
Why had his concentration slipped?
He had focused on being collected during conflict for thousands of years.
Why?
Lish
Well-Known Member
Lysandra's house was not anything special. With a quaint garden in the front and a large fenced in backyard in the back, it was almost normal. You would never guess the second in command, who had a lot of money from her late rich father, lived there. It was almost like a regular house. Lysandra admired how her roses were growing as she walked up the path and into her house. Closing the door behind her, she was greeted by three angry, hungry cats who voiced their concerns about where their food went. "I know, guys," she said, walking into the kitchen, placing her sword on her counter, and poured some food into their bowls for them. While they started munching away, Lysandra grabbed her sword and made her way upstairs to take a warm shower, getting dressed in fresh clothes. She then laid on her back on her bed, her sword leaning against the side, and closed her eyes.
She heard a mrrow from the doorway and cracked her eyes open.
Hauling herself up, Lysandra opened the door and watched as Bella, Lucifer, and Chloe filed in, jumping on her bed and making themselves comfortable. "I missed you guys," she said, laying back down on her bed, scooching the white puff of fur named Chloe over so she could lay in the middle. Not really caring that she was going to have to brush all of the cat fur off of her bed later, she shifted into her demon form, a tiger, and let the housecats snuggle into her thick black fur.
She heard a mrrow from the doorway and cracked her eyes open.
Hauling herself up, Lysandra opened the door and watched as Bella, Lucifer, and Chloe filed in, jumping on her bed and making themselves comfortable. "I missed you guys," she said, laying back down on her bed, scooching the white puff of fur named Chloe over so she could lay in the middle. Not really caring that she was going to have to brush all of the cat fur off of her bed later, she shifted into her demon form, a tiger, and let the housecats snuggle into her thick black fur.
TMITM
Megalomaniacal Arbiter
Revan sat down on the roof of his estate, taking this chance to escape his royal... babysitters. His chains clinked together as he lay down, taking in the beautiful sky. It was lined with clouds and layers of atmosphere, a true beauty.
He loved it.
An explosion rocked the night, along with a sadistic peal of laughter, one that echoed in his ears for way too long. Suddenly the statues of the leaders were gone, replaced by stacks of smoke and fire. The laughter continued as the sky was blacked out, the sun forebearing to shine on the territory. He saw confusion in everyone as things were set into motion. He saw, in front of him, a man in a top hat and trench coat, carrying a cane looking out at the landscape, laughing at the chaos. At the anger, the confusion, the resentment. He stretched as if it fed him, made him stronger somehow. And then he disappeared in a flash of black lightning as a whirlwind of darkness and electricity gathered in the center of the town. Was that... him? At the Eye, with Glumisun standing at the edge, afraid to go in?
It was.
And then he saw a giant figure made of thunderstorms rise up in the sky, the once-beautiful sky, lightning and pure power radiating from the figure. It was far on the horizon, over the Lost Bastion, but he felt the power, smelt the ozone from here as the figure reared up and destroyed it in a fit of anger.
YOU HUMANS KEEP SEARCHING FOR YOUR GOD,
It said, rage suffusing his voice.
WELL, HE'S RIGHT HERE!
The figure gathered his immense power.
AND HE'S FRESH OUT OF MERCY!
And then Revan watched as the Human Race met it's end.
And then, during the chaos, the Shadow figure broke off from the God and came to the Haven, preparing to destroy it, too.
And strange shadow-figures rose up, infecting others and bringing the Demons to an end, too.
As he did, Revan woke up, realizing it was a dream...
or was it?
The dream, whatever it was, the brief glimpse at what was to come, faded from his mind.
But he felt something happen, right after he woke up, he could not explain how, but he... felt something enter the world, a new entity.
And then, the veil between worlds was restored and everything returned to normal, leaving almost no memory of the events in the first place having happened.
He loved it.
An explosion rocked the night, along with a sadistic peal of laughter, one that echoed in his ears for way too long. Suddenly the statues of the leaders were gone, replaced by stacks of smoke and fire. The laughter continued as the sky was blacked out, the sun forebearing to shine on the territory. He saw confusion in everyone as things were set into motion. He saw, in front of him, a man in a top hat and trench coat, carrying a cane looking out at the landscape, laughing at the chaos. At the anger, the confusion, the resentment. He stretched as if it fed him, made him stronger somehow. And then he disappeared in a flash of black lightning as a whirlwind of darkness and electricity gathered in the center of the town. Was that... him? At the Eye, with Glumisun standing at the edge, afraid to go in?
It was.
And then he saw a giant figure made of thunderstorms rise up in the sky, the once-beautiful sky, lightning and pure power radiating from the figure. It was far on the horizon, over the Lost Bastion, but he felt the power, smelt the ozone from here as the figure reared up and destroyed it in a fit of anger.
YOU HUMANS KEEP SEARCHING FOR YOUR GOD,
It said, rage suffusing his voice.
WELL, HE'S RIGHT HERE!
The figure gathered his immense power.
AND HE'S FRESH OUT OF MERCY!
And then Revan watched as the Human Race met it's end.
And then, during the chaos, the Shadow figure broke off from the God and came to the Haven, preparing to destroy it, too.
And strange shadow-figures rose up, infecting others and bringing the Demons to an end, too.
As he did, Revan woke up, realizing it was a dream...
or was it?
The dream, whatever it was, the brief glimpse at what was to come, faded from his mind.
But he felt something happen, right after he woke up, he could not explain how, but he... felt something enter the world, a new entity.
And then, the veil between worlds was restored and everything returned to normal, leaving almost no memory of the events in the first place having happened.
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TMITM
Megalomaniacal Arbiter
Revan flew in the sky, free and unfettered. Like he was made to be.
He dived and spun around, thankful for this stolen time away from his duties.
He watched out, however, for downdrafts that would drive him into the sharp-pointy trees or the break-bone ground.
Wary of nature's might, he flew out across his territory, his eagle-eyes spotting several things down below.
And that was perhaps the difference between Humans and Demons, Humans liked to pretend that they controlled nature, not the other way around. That and the Human's determination, their stubborness. Changing a human's mind was like hammering a file. It might break, but it would never bend. Humans' lives were shorter, sure, but all the brighter because of it.
He dived and spun around, thankful for this stolen time away from his duties.
He watched out, however, for downdrafts that would drive him into the sharp-pointy trees or the break-bone ground.
Wary of nature's might, he flew out across his territory, his eagle-eyes spotting several things down below.
And that was perhaps the difference between Humans and Demons, Humans liked to pretend that they controlled nature, not the other way around. That and the Human's determination, their stubborness. Changing a human's mind was like hammering a file. It might break, but it would never bend. Humans' lives were shorter, sure, but all the brighter because of it.
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TMITM
Megalomaniacal Arbiter
It was quiet. So quiet. It felt as if they were on the edge of something big; a huge calamity.
He sighed.
Several times he had tried to get the Leaders to increase security, to try to tighten the barrier, but to no avail. They were not stupid, they were all very intelligent people, but they had grown comfortable. Too comfortable with their 'Impenetrable Barrier.' And maybe it was impenetrable, but he doubted it. Everything, everyone could be defeated. No matter how far up you were, there was always someone, something, greater than you. From the Wild Magics to Mother Nature, to old Father Time himself, there was always something higher. Something bigger. More powerful. And that was why selfish pride was unhealthy, it whispered that you were too good for everyone, you were the highest. Unlike what a lot of people thought, pride and shame were two sides of the same coin; one often leads to another. If you were prideful, you would often bring yourself shame. And if you were shamed, you would often be overly prideful.
And the wheel turns.
The best thing to do, he reasoned, is to avoid the coin completely. Only by humility you could bring about yourself unselfish pride. The kind that came from helping others. The kind that swelled your heart, not your stomach.
He sighed again and continued his meditation, letting his mind wander while leaving his emotions empty.
He sighed.
Several times he had tried to get the Leaders to increase security, to try to tighten the barrier, but to no avail. They were not stupid, they were all very intelligent people, but they had grown comfortable. Too comfortable with their 'Impenetrable Barrier.' And maybe it was impenetrable, but he doubted it. Everything, everyone could be defeated. No matter how far up you were, there was always someone, something, greater than you. From the Wild Magics to Mother Nature, to old Father Time himself, there was always something higher. Something bigger. More powerful. And that was why selfish pride was unhealthy, it whispered that you were too good for everyone, you were the highest. Unlike what a lot of people thought, pride and shame were two sides of the same coin; one often leads to another. If you were prideful, you would often bring yourself shame. And if you were shamed, you would often be overly prideful.
And the wheel turns.
The best thing to do, he reasoned, is to avoid the coin completely. Only by humility you could bring about yourself unselfish pride. The kind that came from helping others. The kind that swelled your heart, not your stomach.
He sighed again and continued his meditation, letting his mind wander while leaving his emotions empty.
TMITM
Megalomaniacal Arbiter
Revan was walking when it happened. Just walking. Then, all at once, the statues of the founders exploded.
He ran to the statue in Ravinca, looking at the ash and debris that remained, ash raining down on him.
No. How did this happen? No!
No!
A thread of anger entered his heart, a thread that set it ablaze.
No!
Wind tugged at his cloak as his powers reacted to his emotion, darkness beginning to swirl around him, turning into a whirlwind, a storm of anger.
Huginn and Muninn, who had come along with him, started chanting spells in the old words, spells of binding and protection, as well as spells to constrain his emotion.
They didn't work.
The storm expanded, cutting through everything with ease, his electricity slicing though everything with ease.
Why? Why would anyone do this? The city was impenetrable. Why?
His family wasn't like most. He considered everyone in his territory, in Haven, his family. And someone had hurt them. He did not know who, he did not know why, just that they did.
And his pain rebounded across the mental link that connected him to something higher.
He ran to the statue in Ravinca, looking at the ash and debris that remained, ash raining down on him.
No. How did this happen? No!
No!
A thread of anger entered his heart, a thread that set it ablaze.
No!
Wind tugged at his cloak as his powers reacted to his emotion, darkness beginning to swirl around him, turning into a whirlwind, a storm of anger.
Huginn and Muninn, who had come along with him, started chanting spells in the old words, spells of binding and protection, as well as spells to constrain his emotion.
They didn't work.
The storm expanded, cutting through everything with ease, his electricity slicing though everything with ease.
Why? Why would anyone do this? The city was impenetrable. Why?
His family wasn't like most. He considered everyone in his territory, in Haven, his family. And someone had hurt them. He did not know who, he did not know why, just that they did.
And his pain rebounded across the mental link that connected him to something higher.
TMITM
Megalomaniacal Arbiter
His storm kept expanding, slicing through everything in it's path. Black lightning forked down from the sky, lighting up the sky in anger.
Huginn doubled the speed of his chanting, abandoning the prospect of lessening Revan's emotion. Muninn took flight and flew swiftly to the Sanctum, heading for other Leaders to earn them.
Thunder rolled across the land, warning them of the storm to come.
Muninn dodged the lightning and flew to the Tower of the Four.
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Huginn doubled the speed of his chanting, abandoning the prospect of lessening Revan's emotion. Muninn took flight and flew swiftly to the Sanctum, heading for other Leaders to earn them.
Thunder rolled across the land, warning them of the storm to come.
Muninn dodged the lightning and flew to the Tower of the Four.
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With the situation going on in the Ravinca territory only getting worse by the second, Avaddon rushed to into the territory without a second thought of how much of his energy he had to push to reach there quicker. Not only did the statues of the founders had to be destroyed but now Revan was losing control of his own power in the area that was only going to make the destruction just that much worse. "You...idiot!" Shouting out in the middle of the storm as Avaddon hopped out of the way of any strikes of lightning and debris that flew all around him.
Gazing up towards the sky that was now blackened with clouds all around, the white haired demon shifted his attention from one side to the next to see where the storm could be originating from; if he could find the center than he would no doubt find Revan.
Following as to where the clouds were moving from, it was only a matter of time that he would notice the center and in the distance a slight flicker of light of where Revan most likely was.
Once again, Avaddon broke off into a full on sprint to head towards the center until he arrived right before Revan who was causing the storm to rage as hard as it was. With each lightning strike coming down around the demon before him, Avaddon had to constantly drop the temperature around him just to create sheets of thick ice just to protect himself from the lightning strikes coming down just eventually approach the leader and punch him across his face.
"Snap out of it Revan!! What is destroyed can always be rebuilt! If you continue to lose control, you will be the very reason for all the deaths in your territory! Calm the hell down!" Shouting out before the demon in front of him, if Revan still refused to listen than Avaddon would take more drastic measures.
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Revan's storm continued to rage, creating gusts of wind and a black barrier between the two, pushing people back. In the middle of his hurricane, he was the Eye, energy, power, and darkness swirling around him, shredding everything with black gusts of wind.
He heard Avadon, distorted, and slowed, but he still heard him.
What is destroyed can always be rebuilt!
Not always.
The pain, the loss, the grief, it was overwhelming. These people were his family, too. And the humans had hurt them.
But he wasn't thinking logically. The anger overwhelmed thought and destroyed reason, losing his chance of calming the storm, the hurricane.
The Angel walked up to Avaddon, behind him. She did not appear, she did not teleport, she was just... there. Maybe she had always been. She laid a hand on Avaddon's shoulder.
"I know you do not like me being here, but please, hear me out," She said soothingly, trying to calm him. "There is nothing you can do right now. They are his family. He is angry. But you cannot fix it. I sent Muninn to get the one who can. Please, be patient." She spoke without speaking to him, exactly, more like speaking through him.
"After my job is done, I will go. I promise. But please, don't do anything rash. It will only make it worse."
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He heard Avadon, distorted, and slowed, but he still heard him.
What is destroyed can always be rebuilt!
Not always.
The pain, the loss, the grief, it was overwhelming. These people were his family, too. And the humans had hurt them.
But he wasn't thinking logically. The anger overwhelmed thought and destroyed reason, losing his chance of calming the storm, the hurricane.
The Angel walked up to Avaddon, behind him. She did not appear, she did not teleport, she was just... there. Maybe she had always been. She laid a hand on Avaddon's shoulder.
"I know you do not like me being here, but please, hear me out," She said soothingly, trying to calm him. "There is nothing you can do right now. They are his family. He is angry. But you cannot fix it. I sent Muninn to get the one who can. Please, be patient." She spoke without speaking to him, exactly, more like speaking through him.
"After my job is done, I will go. I promise. But please, don't do anything rash. It will only make it worse."
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Glumisun Palma Cristi
With Lysandra taking the wheel and Glumisun getting a bit of rest from the journey, they made it to the territory within fifteen minutes. There were barely any vehicle on the roads and said highways were wide. Unlike that of her territory whose streets were narrow and could only hold two motor vehicles at once. Lysandra stopped right beside the white-haired leader and Glumisun stumbled out. She had to use the door to balance herself before flashing the older leader a smile of victory.
She blinked when she saw a beauty right next to the panting Avaddon. "This is no time for flirting, sir," she stated, voice getting lower and could have rivaled Avaddon's tone a while back. Turning to assess what was happening, she furrowed brows. "And how are we to stop this?" she demanded the two beings with her. She had to think of a way to actually stop the younger demon from destroying his own territory.
Grabbing unto the back of her head, she took a deep breath. "Revan," she yelled out, feeling her headache coming with a vengeance. "This needs to stop!" Her vision turned blurry. It really needs to stop. Covering her right eye, she really tried to ease the throbbing pain. If the boy could not hear her, she was using her weapon again. She stumbled from where she was standing when a lightning came crashing there. Barely dodging the attack, she was up again. "Avaddon, Lysandra, step back. This might hurt both your ears," she requested coldly.
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Even after punching Revan across his face and the storm showed no signs of stopping whatsoever, he shook his head just to clench his fists tighter and prepare to knock some sense fully into Revan even if it meant going out into a full scale battle with another leader.
As Avaddon prepared himself to put in a full on strike against the Ravinca leader, he was stopped by a woman's voice and the sensation of someone's hand upon his shoulder from behind. Sighing heavily, he listened as to whoever the person speaking stated that there was nothing Avaddon could do and that the one who could do anything about this was on their way. Cursing silently, he shrugged off the touch upon his shoulder just to turn his back to Revan while still letting himself be protected here and there from the lightning by the sheets of ice that continued to form above Avaddon's head.
As the sound of a familiar female voice soon came up, Avaddon only turned his gaze over his shoulder as it was none other than Glumisun making her appearance. Trying to snap Revan out of it with what she stated about this needing to stop, the sudden stagger in the storm had the white haired male shift his gaze around the surrounding area even if it was only for a moment. "Hm?"
Questioning what had just happened even if it was brief, as Glumisun had informed Avaddon to step back; the male shook his head, knowing all too well the woman was about to use her weapon yet again after how many times she had already used it recently. Sighing at the fact that she would constantly use that weapon knowing it was harming her in the process, he hopped off onto a separate rooftop just to cover his ears with his palms to prepare for what was to come.