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Post by Azure_Ghidorah on Mar 13, 2008 20:19:28 GMT -5
"...Wow..." Myrr managed. Xeno-Myrr was still sulking about how unfair her life was, so she didn't notice, and Cynder had fallen over, passed out and as stiff as a statue.
Myrr would never admit it to him, but to her, Solranous' flaming Bankai did come close, though Shive's new transformation was indeed a stunning one. It was, in the end to her, up to personal preference.
'But seeing them transform together... now that would just kick some serious bad guy tail, no matter how well they compare to each other.'
"Well... Sorry to change the subject so suddenly, but I assume you also know what I did with that little 'farewell' gift of yours?"
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Post by Talon on Mar 13, 2008 20:35:17 GMT -5
Shive glanced at the back of her hand, then nodded. He briefly flashed white for a second as he reverted into his original form, then took another step forward.
"Oh, I know about most everything that's happened in the past few days... and even some stuff no one else knows." He stated.
Like the fact X, Ocrimus, Gaigan, and Reizus are about to kick the bucket... or what O'Malley's doing out in the desert... He thought glumly.
He shook it off, then jabbed a claw at Xeno-Myrr, turning her lime-green exoskeleton a bright yellow. Then red. Then white. Then blue. Then purple. And finally, back to black.
"There. NOW STOP WHINING." He growled.
He turned back to Myrr and smirked innocently, before giving her a peck on the cheek and asking,
"Is my house still standing?"
Meanwhile, Mortis was staring intently at the ground before him, shoulders sagging. He didn't know any of these people... and that was making him more and more uncomfortable...
He bowed his head and stood up, slowly slinking away, hopefully unnoticed.
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Post by Azure_Ghidorah on Mar 13, 2008 21:52:39 GMT -5
Myrr's eyes widened, hoping he wouldn't ask about that yet, she had heard her father's musings about it.
"Yes... but about that, Solranous was feeling something strange around it. He hasn't gone too close because he couldn't identify what it is... He believes it could very well be 'You-know-who' in a new form." She shivered at the thought of the now-Arrancar, Evihs.
Cynder had meanwhile come out of her 'amazement-coma' (OOC: LOL!!! I crack myself up so much, I wonder if my brain's scrambled... HA! Egg joke! >.< I'm hyper now and I know it...) and had heard what Myrr said, and quirked an eyebrow, but kept silent, she figured she wouldn't get answers from either of them.
It seemed that Mortis' escape plan had worked... except for-
"Run away blue wyrmling at 8'o clock," Xeno-Myrr announced.
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Post by Talon on Mar 13, 2008 22:03:49 GMT -5
Shive sighed. He knew... enough, about Evihs coming back. He just didn't know what the Arrancar was up to.
"Eh, if need be, I'll kick him out." He muttered.
Hearing Xeno-Myrr's annoncement, Mortis froze in mid-step. He slowly turned towards them, only to see Shive's shin. The dragonkin's arms were crossed as his claws tapped on his bicep, a scowl on his face.
"Going somewhere?" He asked Mortis.
Mortis glanced to the side, then looked defiant as he scowled back up at Shive.
"As a matter of fact, I am. So don't mind me; I'll be on my way." He growled.
He turned to walk away, but felt himself being blocked by... something. He glanced up into a red robe, and a dark-brown, oaken staff slammed into the ground next to Mortis's head, causing the wyrmling to jump. Shive couldn't help but grin.
"Hey Vazaad! I was wondering when you'd show up!" He stated.
Before Mortis stood what appeared to be a tall, lithe human garbed in crimson robes, complete with a hood (which happened to be down). His skin was tan yet pale at the same time, and scruffy, fiery-red hair adorned the top of his head. His eyes were a startling blue, and a strong hand clutched his staff. He seemed to be smirking as he glanced up at Shive.
"Have I come at a bad time?" The red-robed man asked.
Shive shook his head.
"Naw, I was just meeting up with some of my 'newer' friends." He replied.
Shive turned to Cynder and the two Myrrs, then swept his hands in Vazaad's direction.
"Cynder, Myrr, Xeno-Myrr, meet one of my best friends from where I originally came from... the arch-mage Vazaad." He stated.
Vazaad nodded at the girls and smirked, bowing.
"It's a pleasure."
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Post by Azure_Ghidorah on Mar 13, 2008 22:23:35 GMT -5
Myrr returned the bow,
"Any time. Arch mage, huh? Brings back memories of my father from the timeline i came from..." The half dragon sighed to herself, however Xeno-Myrr scowled and edged away.
"I think its do to my mischievously evil nature, but I don't like the aura he's giving off, so I'll be on my way before I blow a mental fuse over this."
Myrr was about to protest, but the hybrid had already dissolved herself back into a shadow-like state.
"Excuse her rudeness, she doesn't do well with authoritive figures like yourself." Myrr apologized, sighing again, "She tends to get into trouble so much, its like having a baby sister instead of a dark half. I can't go and kill her, because she'll just turn into that shadow, the only way she'll die is when I go and kick the bucket, which I don't plan to do for a couple centuries, having dragon DNA from such a hardy fellow as Solranous does that for people."
Cynder curled up and slowly backed away, somewhat intimidated by such a powerful figure being here, Shive she could probably deal with, but with someone she didn't know... her social problems came up again, and she hid behind the half dragon, trying to stay out of sight.
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Post by Talon on Mar 13, 2008 22:37:09 GMT -5
"I can see how that would be a problem. Hell, I know how that is..." Vazaad replied, glancing towards Shive.
The dragonkin grinned, rubbing the back of his head. Vazaad repressed a laugh, then turned back towards Myrr, and asked,
"So, uh... has the local cattle-and-farmer population dropped lately?"
Shive's eyes shrank, and he kicked Vazaad in the back of the legs, making him collapse.
"Shut UP; They don't know about my... eating habits." He hissed into Vazaad's ear, below Myrr's hearing range.
Vazaad got an 'oh' look, then got back to his feet and brushed himself off. He picked up his staff, then, without warning, rapped Shive on the back of the head with it. Shive whimpered, rubbing his scalp and muttering obsceneties. A small breeze wafted through the area, and Vazaad smirked.
Phemerella, glad you're here. Do me a favor, and keep Mortis from leaving. Vazaad mentally informed an unknown force.
Got it. A distinctivly feminine voice replied.
Vazaad nodded, then turned back to the others. He then turned his gaze towards Cynder, despite her attempt to hide, and his smirk deepened.
"And I assume you're Cynder, then?" He asked, crouching down to the wyrmling's level.
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Post by Azure_Ghidorah on Mar 13, 2008 22:51:36 GMT -5
"Y-Yes... I am..." Cynder stuttered, frozen to the spot. Myrr gave a few flaps of her wings to move away from the two to give any privacy they might want when speaking, and then clung to Shive again, purring.
Cynder shot her a look that clearly said 'traitor,' to which Myrr replied by rolling her eyes. Cynder sighed, then glanced back to Vazaad, nibbling some what on her lower lip from nervousness.
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Post by Talon on Mar 13, 2008 23:01:47 GMT -5
Shive grinned, grabbing Myrr around the waist as he noticed Mortis writhing around in the air, his tail held by some invisible force. He turned back as Vazaad laughed.
"I know why you're nervous, and you shouldn't be. There's no need to be afraid of me, Cynder. I don't prejeduce people. Or dragons, for that matter." He stated with a smirk.
He pulled his sleeve back, revealing a row of red scales on his forearm, and his fingertips suddenly sprouted claws.
"Hell, I'm a quarter-dragon myself! So please, don't be so nervous." He added.
He nodded at Cynder as he rose to his feet.
"I hope to see you all again soon, but in the meantime, I must be off. Come, Phemerella!" He stated.
The 'invisible force' holding Mortis suddenly dropped him and followed Vazaad, taking the form of a three-foot tall creature sheathed in gray-tan, spiky full plate. She appeared mostly human, except for her bat wings, unnaturally black hair, and pointed ears. She waved goodbye to the others as she and Vazaad rose into the air and vanished without a trace. Shive sighed in relief, then glanced at Myrr, smirking.
"So now what?" He asked Myrr, nuzzling her cheek.
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Post by Azure_Ghidorah on Mar 15, 2008 16:37:12 GMT -5
"Well... If it weren't for that Hollow that took over poor Cynder over there, we would have finished our little date, how about we finish that where we left off?" Myrr supplied, the tone she took making it well known to the wyrmling in question that she was not blamed for what she could not prevent.
"Thanks for understanding..." Cynder replied, then looked around for the blue wyrmling. "If Mortis is going to be here for a while, he might as well meet the rest of the group. He's going to sooner or later, so it might as well be sooner."
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Post by Talon on Mar 15, 2008 16:44:23 GMT -5
Shive nodded in response to both Myrr and Cynder. He turned his attention to Myrr and replying,
"Sounds good to me. Back to the lake, I presume?"
He paused, then crouched down before Cynder.
"And Cynder... make sure nobody asks how Mortis knows me... he... he wouldn't take it well. Kay? Thank you." He whispered to the ebony wyrmling.
He stood back up and wrapped his left arm around Myrr's shoulders, pulling her closer to him. Meanwhile, Mortis was back on his feet, spitting out the mouthful of dirt he had received from his 'rough landing'.
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Post by Azure_Ghidorah on Mar 15, 2008 16:52:13 GMT -5
"Ok," Cynder replied, walking up to Mortis. "Come on, I'll introduce you to the rest of our little 'group.'"
Myrr nodded at Shive, replying,
"Yep, back at the lake. RACE YA!"
After that friendly challenge, she bolted off towards the lake.
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Post by Talon on Mar 16, 2008 18:25:53 GMT -5
Shive smirked, then threw his swords, ring, and clothes off to the side, causing them to land on the edge of the beach, as he stood in his trunks.
"I'm already prepared." He stated.
He bolted towards the water, which was now a decent temperature, what with it being spring. The psychotic dragonkin then bolted forward, skimming the surface of the water before pulling his wings in and slamming into the surface... harder than expected.
"Ow..." He muttered.
He shook himself, and glanced around. He knew she was around here somewhere, but where was unknown. Meanwhile, Mortis dully nodded, following Cynder to wherever it was she was taking him.
((You make the Cynder thread!))
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Post by Azure_Ghidorah on Mar 16, 2008 21:56:23 GMT -5
Myrr poked up behind him and gave a slight poke to the back of his head, and dove back down, confusing Shive when he turned around to find no one. Another poke, another dive, and another confused look.
Myrr then clasped her hands over his eyes and whispered,
"Guess who! Hehehehehe."
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Post by Talon on Mar 16, 2008 22:24:42 GMT -5
Shive's tongue poked out slightly as a smirk crossed his face.
"Hrmm... I'm gonna have to say... Myrr?" He inquired.
He repressed a chuckle before reaching around and grabbing Myrr by the waist, then held her above his head at arms length, grinning.
"Let's see you poke me now!" He laughed.
He shifted his arm, causing himself to drop Myrr, only to catch her her by the midsection and set her back in the water, then lunged forward, grabbing her by the shoulders, and giving her another french kiss. When he finally pulled back, he stated,
"It may have been only a week or two, but... it's felt longer. I missed you so freaking much."
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Post by Azure_Ghidorah on Mar 16, 2008 23:59:09 GMT -5
"You and I both," Myrr replied, clutching him tightly and kissing him again, going into another french. Letting off after a minute, she rested her body against his while they treaded water.
"Please, don't do anything that stupid again, My heart shattered when I heard you were dead, I know you realize that, but I feel like I have to say it. I don't know if i can take any more death like this... Dad always said my fragile heart would leave me in despair one day. I knew it too, but I still let it happen, Its not like I can change it myself, and I don't want to... I don't want to be cold hearted. But please, don't die again!"
The half dragon cried into his chest, clinging onto him like her life depended on it.
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