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Post by metreu on Mar 22, 2016 20:16:35 GMT -8
Mike is sitting on a rock in the midst of a large tree bearing fruit from the roots. The sun is high overhead...
He spins the old solar gun frame in his hands and looks at the fruit that is growing in the sunlight. A young woman in blue is nearby who's face is obscured...
Mike looks back down to the lens in his hand, the solar lens...
Inside is like watching a scene play out from someone else's mind...
It's Mike at home, talking to some friends online just before the game of SBARG started. He was about to launch the program and was getting some things ready to go.
Mike sighs and stands as the fruit is ready. He walks over and thanks the girl who was tending to the plant. He picks up the solar fruit and pockets it before moving back out on the road ahead...
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Post by metreu on Mar 23, 2016 12:27:04 GMT -8
Mike kneels down, having taken some heavy hits from the large skeletal demon before him. The beast was disintegrating in the sunlight and a boy in purple who was next to him was also crouched down.
The two had just finished off the boss and Mike was taking the moment to catch his breath...
In the light of the PILEDRIVER solar sigil, Mike could see another memory...
He was sitting alone in his room after losing all contact with his party. His sprite sat with him near by and comforted him...
Mike was not the bravest, and he certainly wasn't the strongest. Even in this crazy messed up game, he was too afraid to do anything. He didn't know what to do...
The sun shone brightly through the darkness and a door opens up that leads to somewhere outside.
Mike waves to the purple boy and heads on wards through the light...
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Post by metreu on Mar 23, 2016 12:50:38 GMT -8
Mike stands among tall grass with a ball in his hand, a creature somewhat resembling Dys from before appears in the grass. He goes and catches it with the ball after attacking with the small mole looking creature with a flame on its back.
He takes out the creature he caught and gives it a pat on the head and patches it up.
The creature smiles and nods to him.
The river near by shows a memory...
Mike is standing at the volcano with Hephestus who hammers away at a sword bathed in flames. It is the sword Mike gave to Hephestus after making a deal to save the birds on his planet.
The mighty denizen was imposing but Mike did not feel as scared any more...
Mike runs off down the road with the creatures following him...
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Post by metreu on Mar 23, 2016 16:59:21 GMT -8
Mike stands before the Champion whom has run out of creatures to use. Mike himself only had one left.
Mike crouches down and hugs the creature he had just won with and holds them close. The Champion bows and motions for Mike to follow.
He follows behind the champion who brings them to the Champion Record Archive where Mike can see another memory within...
Mike is laying on his quest bed with his eyes closed, his sprite is holding her sword above his chest.
He is slipping into sleep under the lull of impending death...
Mike finally slips into sleep... feeling a deep pain in his chest, but he does not wake.
His life was officially extinguished... the one who woke up afterwards he had always believed, was not him, but an extension to himself that he became.
Upon opening his eyes, Mike had become a woman and her clothes had not changed. She was confused and scared, her head was full of a commotion that resembled something like a mess of junky thoughts that didn't make any sense. Her body trembled with some unknown power that scared her...
Mike inscribes his name and his team into the recorder before a new door opens.
He waves to the champion and goes through the door...
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Post by metreu on Mar 23, 2016 20:16:01 GMT -8
Mike is running through the city with a large key weapon at his side.
The shadows were all around him and closing in fast. He slashed at them, knocking them aside and keeps them at bay.
Lightning strikes all around him and a duck and dog show up to defend him. He smiles and nods to them and goes in for an all out attack on the shadows.
In a near by store window, a memory plays...
Mike punches his way out of an earthen dome that was constructed around him. He runs ahead and leaps through the air, witnessed by dozens of people behind him.
He decks Chronos in the face while passing through his time and space barriers. Chronos recoils and gets the hell out of dodge, wondering why Mike was able to hit him...
Mike, the duck, and the dog also decide to get out of here, the encroaching forces of shadows was starting to over take the city...
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Post by metreu on Mar 23, 2016 20:26:27 GMT -8
Mike stands with another boy in a white room fighting a man with thousands of lasers.
Their keys shine bright as they deflect the incoming bullets and try to keep it up...
In the lights, a memory plays...
Mike leaps at Chronos and punches him square in the gut, followed up by a bunch of team mates attacking him outright and causing some mass damage.
Mike floats back and gets ready for another opening...
Mike and the boy for another all out attack and take out the robed man with a last attack. The man explodes into lights and a new bright light appears...
In the light, a memory plays...
Mike is standing over the body of a dying Chronos.
He remembers this moment very clearly...
Instead of finishing him off, Mike spared Chronos's life, or what little was left of it. The forsaken man soon died and vanished into the ether.
Mike turned away from the place and left... He couldn't help but feel sad and sorry for Chronos, even if he did all these horrible things before.
He made himself a promise to give him a proper burial.
Mike and the boy walk through the light, Mike moving on to the next area...
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Post by metreu on Mar 24, 2016 9:59:11 GMT -8
Mike stands in a dark room with no clear definitions.
He can hear the sounds of a commotion happening near by, but it is unclear where its coming from.
He looks around the darkness, then down to himself. He can see himself as if there was a light near by.
The sound of rain soon drains out the noise.
In his memories... Mike recalls something...
Mike is standing at the gate of the new world upon the last remaining stage. He and all the others that had survived were ready to go through the door. He was celebrating with all the others, putting a tune on and jamming out a little as he was excited to finally see the fruit of their labors.
They had gone into the new universe and promptly created a world for their selves to live on. But for some reason Mike was not entirely glad...
He felt like, maybe, just maybe, he could go back home... he missed his home, his friends, and family. He was sure the others did to... there was nothing else for him here besides residing as a Time God of some sort.
He was conflicted and lost...
Mike recalls these feelings well, but... he sees how far he has come since then. He was only a god in title, but in reality he was still 18.
Just eighteen years old.
Some part of him knew that when he would be eighteen, the life he knew would be gone and replaced. He would feel lost and scared, frightened of a future that was endless.
He became a mason, a blacksmith, a teacher, a scientist, a healer, a doctor, an alchemist... he had become so many other things in such a short time that he had forgotten what it was like to have no time to do anything.
He had all the time in the world, and he used it to help others when he could.
He always regretted, not being a better friend to those around him when he came through the door. He regretted every day that he ever got the Null powers in the first place and even tried to eradicate it's existence at one point...
Mike was almost alone now... he thought he was always alone. But there was a whole world standing right in front of him that he had not yet moved into. Everyone else had moved on without him he felt.
He needed to move now. Maybe no one knew he was here. But that was alright... He had someone he needed to stop, or if permitted, save.
Mike pulls himself together as a light bears down into the room.
A woman stands there in a white dress with a blue sash wrapped around her waist. She was wearing a black long cowl that covered most of her head and face, leaving her long brown hair to fall over her left eye and shoulders.
The woman speaks to him as he approaches.
"I had always wanted to meet you... whether we were two sides of the same coin or not. I had heard a lot about you..."
"Are you her? The girl that died?"
"I was... My persona persists even after death and I have now become the embodiment of some power... I believe it is called White Wall, the inverse of the Null power that was granted to me during my life."
"You've become white wall..?"
"I believe so... However I cannot readily manifest out in the real world... So I must remain in the dreams and move unseen by others."
"Thats... incredible...... but please, I have to get out of here. I need your help to leave."
"After hearing your thoughts, I believe you can do it... your love for your friends is very strong."
The woman opens her arms and a doorway appears behind her.
"Please, help them... you may not believe yourself to be a hero, and maybe, you weren't meant to be one. But anyone can help out a friend in need. And that in itself, can make you a hero."
Mike smiles a bit.
"I just wished I had known ahead of time. I like to be punctual."
The woman smiles to him and motions to the door.
Mike runs to the door and heads in...
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Post by metreu on Mar 24, 2016 12:10:21 GMT -8
Mike stands atop the last floor of Gospel. Above him is the orange planet, pouring water out down onto the world that was suddenly created around him. It was a huge planet that now made up where the old meteor used to be. Mike looks up at the planet through the rain crouches.
"It's now or never... Omega..."
Mike backs up a bit and runs towards the edge of the tower. He takes the card he got from Dys out of his coat pocket, the card glows blue and flashes, shattering like glass in his hands.
"LETS GO! AZURE WARDEN!"
A Giant silver knight with blue cloth decorations and a glowing blue eye appears. It holds its giant sword as a ramp for Mike. When he runs on to it, the knight launches Mike at the orange planet and soon follows behind.
The two of them climb towards the "mirror" between the universes and extend out their sword hands, swinging back.
"oooooOOOOOOORRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"
Mike and the Warden swing their swords at the Mirror...
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Post by metreu on Jun 30, 2016 14:07:01 GMT -8
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Post by raz on Aug 13, 2016 5:52:07 GMT -8
"...Here I am, getting caught up in the moment again. I wanted to follow her advice, but I almost lost sight of what I was really trying to hold onto. Guess in all of this I still need balance."
A flickering red flame in the dark. A figure around it, that flame about where his heart might be. And another ember behind him, gray, free-floating.
"But your heart reminded me... I can't run away from my mistakes. The whole time, it was you, wasn't it. Not Micha, but you."
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Post by metreu on Aug 13, 2016 8:45:11 GMT -8
A white outline floats in the darkness. She is wearing a white dress and has a cowl of darkness surrounding her. Her white, misty eyes pierce the darkness as she looks at the flame and embers. Gently draped under her cloak is a golden yellow flame that moves erratically, clawing at the darkness. It's wispy solar tendrils failing against the dark backdrop.
"It was her will spoken through me... but she herself, is no longer with us. She died and lost her soul when she was shot... her memories continue in me as a last struggle against the darkness, but that is all she is now... memories."
She gently pets the writhing creature next to her. The beast calms, lines crossing it's body and little parts of her begin to crumble...
"I'm sorry for your loss... she had plenty of things she wanted to say before she died, but never got the chance to."
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Post by raz on Aug 13, 2016 21:16:55 GMT -8
The flame flickers, the figure it inhabits ebbing with it. Behind it the other mirrors it.
"...I have. So many questions, so much I want to ask and know but... we haven't got that kind of time, huh. So only the most important ones... Among them. What about you? You're her will and memories..."
"-But we've been out here long enough to know templates cut from the same cloth rarely travel the exact same path. So, sista girl, is there anything else?"
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Post by metreu on Aug 14, 2016 8:02:57 GMT -8
The Lady in White looks down at Solaris's waning figure.
"What else is there? I am just a ghost inside a machine. I may have her partial memories, but I can only make rough estimates on her personality. I could technically become her, but I will never be her."
She looks towards the flames.
"Is that something you would want? Do you want her back even if she isn't the same person?"
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Post by raz on Aug 14, 2016 9:46:56 GMT -8
"No. That isn't fair to me, you or her. But that answers my question."
The figure comes to stand at attention, ember splitting into two as green flames fill it out. One of those red flames come to rest overlaying its wispy eye, the other burning brighter in its chest.
"...She's gone. But, you're here. That's something worth holding on to."
"Yeah, yeah! Cause livin's pretty sweet yaknow!"
The gray flame surges forward, excitedly bouncing and looping the woman's outline.
"I mean look at me! I was born as a mask and my life was a wonderful, fantastical thing! So you don't have to follow her footsteps; even if you were born of her memories and will, your life is uniquely yours, and uniquely wonderful!"
"... Part of me wants to ask, since you have her memories, some of the things she would have wanted to say. But.. you said, someday, she might come back. Maybe to join hands with you, or some other way. I don't know if we'll meet again, but... I can hope. Maybe we'll recognize each other, or maybe we won't. But those things won't change, I'm sure of it. So if we do cross paths again, she'll tell me, and I her. Until then. I won't use you as a substitute for her. It wouldn't be fair for either of you."
The figure holds out his hand, solidifying into something concrete. Someone concrete. But those flames at his heart and his eye stay resolute, even as he offers her an easygoing smile. Beside him, the other flame comes to rest as well, forming into that familiar, frantic girl with a wide-toothy smile of her own, offering her own hand alongside his.
"So c'moooooooon!
"Wanna give living a try? On your own terms? It is, in fact, pretty sweet."
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Post by metreu on Aug 14, 2016 12:05:37 GMT -8
Solaris growls and claws at the 'ground'. Her form was slowly failing her.
The lady in white looks to the red flame quietly as if contemplating her options.
"...there was a timeline, where I went through every calculation I could to end the scourge's plans. In most, I died along with Solaris. Her grip on me was too strong. In others, I became one of the most powerful creatures in existence, able to grip the dreamscape he was expanding with my bare hands, pushing it back."
She holds her hands to her chest and closes her eyes.
"In one, the will of Micha erased herself from existence, so that her friends would no longer suffer at the hands of Omega."
She looks back up to the red flame.
"Living... she was scared of living, but afraid to die. The conflict in her heart was heavy, and its something I feel in my core. As a living embodiment of white wall, nothing is impossible for me... creating myself a body to live in and walk on solid ground is a fairly simple task I could complete."
The Lady in white looks sad.
"You may not see me as a replacement... but what about the others who have gripped onto her dream to the very end? For her to suddenly not exist... and for me to start existing... wouldn't it hurt them?"
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