In the pitch black void, there is a white line crossing the "horizon".
The bridge that gaps the world, and upon it, a lone man walking on it towards the Meteor.
The shadows stray away from the bridge made of white light...
The white bridge connects to the surface of the meteor.
He steps off and walks along it's surface, his lab coat flowing behind him as he walks.
The man had a tall stature with a full but neatly kept beard on his face. His old graying dark brown hair combed mostly back on his head. The man's pale blue eyes scanned the horizon of the meteor and took note of the various land marks laid out to him. He straightened out his tie and suit, correcting his glasses, and walks up to the crystalline fault in the meteor's surface.
The man strokes his beard as he studies the fault, walking along it.
He motions his hands, summoning a small white probe that sets down on the crystals. The probe drills in and the man moves on. He deploys more of these into the crystal fissure as he walks along...
Ikin is busy catching some sick air on a halfpipe, not really caring about anything that's going on. This is like, the most air he's ever caught before. triple kickflip, heelflip, some other kind of flip... yeah.
The man pays Ikin no mind as he crosses down the crystal fissure and into the crevice of the meteor. The drones being deployed all along the way. He brushes back his hair from his forehead and runs his hand along the side of the crevice while muttering to himself.
It has been a long while since he had first formulated this plan... since its conception he had dreamed of the day he would finally put it into motion. His pawn was was not equipped to perform the final touches of the plan, but now that he was here, it was no matter.
The man continues his work and puts on a pair of black gloves. With a free hand, he motions upwards and snaps his fingers. Summoned to his side is a Spear looking Sword, crackling with electricity. He waves his hand to the side and the spear vanishes.
It appears among the moths and explodes into a lightning storm. It surges and strikes the core of the bugs it flies through, becoming more of a glorified bug zapper.
Ikin senses a sudden feeling of emptiness somewhere nearby. He's drawn to it like a moth to a flame, or in this case, a skater to a pile of flaming moths. He skates his way towards the moth slaughter to check it out.
Ikin notices the moth girl and the strange man (which seems to remind him of some other person) and can tell she's soon to run out of juice. He decides to do something. "!tuo siht kcehc ,yeH" He then takes off his robe and begins dancing butt-naked in front of the two others nearby.
Post by VengefulEternity on Mar 5, 2016 23:50:05 GMT -8
"YNQL MJRV VF JNGPUVAT NF JR FCRNX...LBHE FRPERGF JBA'G OR FRPERGF SBE YBAT." The figure splits back into moths, all scattering in different directions, trying to escape. Even as some are already dying.
Their voice lingers, albeit a little fainter. "...J-JUBRIRE LBH NER...ZNA BE QRZBA...RIRA VS LBH QRFGEBL ZR, ZL CNEGVPVCNGVBA VF NYERNQL RABHTU GB GVC GUR FPNYRF."
"Good boy." He puts the gun back in his coat and focuses his attention back to the moth girl. "Tell your master, if you can remotely, to stay out of my business here. If she wishes to confront me, she can show up herself... Good Day."
He gives the moth girl one more pulse of electricity crackling over her body.