Cruel Angel's Thesis

[weienw]

The out-of-body (or possibly simply disembodied) and invisible eyes of a child stared at an empty room: crescent shaped, with closed boxes, a large pillar, and an unknown light source, above. Two visible entryways, empty of movement. Dust particles disrupt the dominance of the shining beams, and this insignificant warfare is the chief of qualms--for the moment.

A shapeshifting mass of unknown element and indescribable colors--changing colors--wafts into the room from the doorway facing the silent column. It hangs in the air, sitting in and being ignored by the large shaft of light.

An age passes.

Unchanged over time, the three dimensional blob waves globular lobopodia with the same vigor as it did years ago. Hanging in the same place, the same room.

Then an unadorned, grey sword, scabbardless, enters from the same door. Goes up, comes down, slicing through the multielemental mass without a sound. The light fans, reflects, refracts, and disperses, mirroring mirrors of dust, radiation, amoeboid mass, and images of blades alike. In a musical pattern these shards multiply a hundred and five times, only to become colorless and hueless, overtones of past rhythms. Invisible, they blend into the very matter of the room. Then the eyes close.

A murmur of clucking... a few clear voices, laced with a sheet of undead moaning? And that's Shiva...?

A moment passes before he realizes, I'm still alive.

Navy hue still pigmenting the smile, Korind's eyes open a crack. The smile quivers into a grin.

So that was all a dream. Eh... I can't move my body at all, though.

While acknowledging the paralysis over his body, the boy looks quite happy. Enjoying the moment of relished survival, he peers through his lashes only to stare at nothing in particular. After a mental conversation with a boomerang-wielding acquaintance, Korind opens his mouth to wheeze out a noiseless laugh. Still slightly disconnected from reality, the cleric strains, unsuccessfully, to wiggle his fingers. He crosses his eyes and settles for merely flaring his nose (Haha I've still got it). When his vision manages to focus on his skin, his entire body jolts into (very turgid) functionality. The boy exhales in heavy, panicky breath: "My skin is green...greyish green."

He focuses on a deep inhale.

OOC: Anything Korind should have to do before he's 'allowed' back into the game (aka the land of the living)? Meditate for some rounds maybe?

[Red_Fury]

As he hears the body of his enemy hit the ground a small smile cracks his otherwise serious face, he turns to face his fallen foe only to finding him already standing. He staggers back a few paces, as he finds himself uncomfortably close to it's rotting face.

Slowly pacing backwards, Red considers it's words. (Help? Of course.) Don't worry I'll help you, restless spirit, so you can have the rest that has been taken from you. He says, not knowing if it can hear him.

Red stops pacing and stands firm, he sheaths his swords and plunges his hands into the folds of his cloak and pulls out a small paper scroll and with the other pulls out a small cross.

Undoing the string that binds it he lets the scroll unfurl and holding the cross towards, not an enemy but a victim, begins to recite the words from the scroll. As he does so the cross begins to pulse with a white glow, which as he continues to read gets faster and faster until the cross appears to shine white continuously.

Red pauses and looks towards the victim before he reads the last word to complete the spell. 'Vita!'

(Vita=Life)

[Jack Half a Prayer]

Red holds his hand out, but the spell fizzles. leaving nothing but a curl of smoke rising from his palm...
But!
The beast recoils at the sight of the cross and crumples to the floor. from between it clenched teeth comes a hiss.
Yes! YES! Thats it child. Keep it weak. I... Oh Nayru that hurts... Oh... Child, listen. You can't defeat us yet, theres a power controlling us in the dark world. You can't see the dark world yet, But you will soon, gather the others, leave the main room. ARGH! OH THAT HURTS! DIN BURN YOU, ICABOD! drive my body back to the main room, close the doors. GO! GO!

OOC: yes korind can meditate.

[Red_Fury]

'You will see the dark world soon.' Red doesn't understand what it's on about, but the name it curses unlocks a dread in his heart.

Icabod. he whispers he grip tightening around he cross. He thought that he was not gone, but he hoped he was wrong.

He puts away the scroll begins to slowly walk towards the creature, cross in his out stretched hand and keeps walking until it is back in the room it came from and he stands in the doorway.

Use your crosses if you have 'em! Red yells as he steps out into the light coming from the room he just emerged from.

[Marin]

Great! I dont have one, what shall I do?  I can slow them.At that Marin attempts to cut off a zombies head.

[Master Goron]

Shiva watches as Marin begins attacking the Redead. 'Probably won't work' he thinks to himself, before Red's words finally make sense to him "A Cross? I get it... across..." He reaches down to the pouch on his hip, and extracts the glowing white cross. Looking deeply at it, he raises it up, allowing it's magical fluorescent glow to expand to the full potential. He remembers Korind, and soon begins sprinting in that direction. Seeing his pale body come into sight, Shiva begins to become very angry once again. As he reaches Korind's form on the ground, he slams the end the cross into the dirt floor and draws his spear. He hopes that this light will be not only useful for defeating the unholy beasts in front of him, and help to protect the Cleric's everlasting soul.

[Darth Wyndisis]

So, the light is strong here.  I hate this place.  We shall paint it black.

[weienw]

The paralysis is traded for a atrophic sensation throughout the limbs. His face losing the sickly palour and slowly seeping into a dark, flushed red, Korind manages to inch up to and against the wall. Squinting through body sores, the cleric props himself aright and bows his head with his hands in his lap. I feel... undead, ironically. The boy pants air in and out as he tries to calm himself.

A "thlump." A "shwah."

Korind opens one eye and looks up, seeing the Goron with his spear freshly drawn. Following the almost glaring light just below to the cross implanted in the ground, the cleric smiles tiredly. Whoever thought of that first deserves a medal.. Arching his back away from the wall and craning his neck backwards, there is a stretch of garments around the collar--a ploop--and a relatively smaller cross leaps from underneath the robes.

As Korind settles back into his niche in the wall, the cross, swaying from a small chain, begins to give off a budding, blue light. Another deep breath: the light grows stronger...

[Jack Half a Prayer]

The creatures recoil from the symbol and begin the slow shuffle back to their coffins. They all scream in unison,
YES!
then each begin's to mutter under their breath.
Icabod
    Celeste
           Dark Wrold
is all you can catch amongst the din.
Behind you in the doorway, Adara's blue glow strengthens.

[Darth Wyndisis]

Who is that woman?  Why is she so important?  Wyndisis thinks as he observes, hovering at a safe height.

[Red_Fury]

Okay, then. He says quietly as he sees Korind showing signs of life. "Everyone get over here it's time to leave! That includes you Cucco-boy." He yells, looking towards the flapping form of Wyndisis.

[Marin]

Right, Marin starts a run tword the exit.

[Master Goron]

"Are we sure the redeads are gone? And also, wait up I'm gonna revive Korind first..." He turns around while slowly preparing a healing type of spell but it soon fades away. A loud gasp is heard, and Shiva is motionless for a few seconds. "... Korind? ..."

[Darth Wyndisis]

Wyndisis floats over to the crowd and hovers over the ground.  Good goddesses, when would this end?

[weienw]

Korind sits up more of his own accord; his face an odd shade of pink. The cross continues to shine as the boy staggers upwards along the wall.

"Thanks, Shiva."

He rests for another minute with his chin on the blunt end of his staff, trying to collect his thoughts. He turns his head and glances at Adara with a curious look on his face.