lets count to 100,000,000

[quack98]

3630. Aww... Well then I'll promote someone else to my favourite member 

[NTN]

3631. Get it right: I don't care. There is no value in the opinions of my inferiors.

[quack98]

3632. I guess you're right... 

[lugia95]

3633. Hey, I'm back.

[NTN]

3634.

62. "I will take you, my Robin. But first I will sweep together this Modminion mess." The sky grew colorless as time went still, spiritual clocks paused, and hourglasses choked on their sands. The Modminions' movements were cut short. Only the Memberlanders and I could move. I floated into the ground through the spot where I had been buried. I emerged with an eerie, solid, green-glowing orb of pulsing energy. It held two intensely bright, interlocked rings squirming within the sphere. Two traveling marble-shaped highlights lapped each ring on the inside. One ring was a rounding slide into the other. The rings were twisting from side to side but held their shape. Looking at them filled anyone with energy. The magical sphere was a planet, and the inner rings fought over which one should be the axis. But it wasn't only deadly on the inside. The outside was scarier. That was where one sees life flash before his eyes. I floated over to a time-frozen Modminion, flashing the sphere, and sucked his body and soul in, as well as the nearest of his kind to him. "Sheathe your weapons, for the fight is over," I whispered, slipping my voice in with a harsh gust that came by at the right time.

38.

"I have already sealed off the old world completely with the Creator's Will. To the Spiritual Bridge..."

The Waiting Room psychedelically melted away as we began to warp. Chloe, Robin, Blaze, Hitmonchu, and I... we departed together. The spiritual bridge was painted over where the Waiting Room melted. What I saw was a solid, castle-stone bridge with thick, spiny railing, lying above a white, cloud-filled heaven, showing a dreamy red in between the clouds. Long streaks of sunlight slithered under the carpet of clouds, and I recognized them as the legendary Solar Serpents, the guardians of the Spiritual Bridge. This place existed above the Memberland, in both location and beauty. We stood on a floating, grassy chunk of land in the shape of an overturned thimble. The flowers made a path in between each of us, and they were distinctively flat, as if they were stuck on. The grass on the land's rim was not taller than what was on the inside, which was trimmed to the highest degree. It hung off the end like cardboard. "You can move around, but we'll cross the bridge together. Take some time to observe your surroundings. Undoubtedly it's more beautiful than anything you've ever seen."

40.

"Let's cross the bridge, my no-longer-fellow-Memberlanders." The bridge seemed wider than it had appeared once I began to cross it, but it was no ordeal. On the other side, there was an enormous, majestic tree on a sky-land much larger than the one where we stood. The tree was decorated with obscure spherical masses of magic light, each one a different color. I began to explain, "These lights. They contain powers that allow you control over a certain element. Choose one, and it will be what you become in the new world. Fire, Nature, Water, Darkness, Light, Combat... and there are quite a few other masses. But choose one. You might have a sudden vision of fate for the new world once you select." I walked over to a particularly special light mass, and directed my hands to it, and began to explain once more, "This one is quite a special power. It grants you one wish, and is not capable of spawning more for you. However, choosing this one will not grant you any of the new powers. We will step into the new world as kings of our elements, and we will each have our own kingdom dedicated to them, so choosing this special light does not grant you that honor." I walked over, placing my hand on the mass of Darkness. I looked at Robin, wondering what decision he would make.

155.


       I cut into Robin's stomach, and turned my sword upright as I drove it into him deeper, making him almost hang on its tip, his mouth open, a drop of blood sliding along his lip like a slug, heavy with the blood trailing behind it. "Draghost, ...why...?" Robin whispered coarsely with his last breath. His head suddenly lost its firmness and fell to the side, his eyes falling shut with it.

       "Draghost...! You... you... killed him! Draghost! Can you hear me?!" Blaze's voice, torn with rage, sounded above the area. He charged at me with Hurricane, but I slipped my thinner sword along the corner of its hilt, pushing against it and slowly turning his sword over. Hurricane spun out of Blaze's fingers and dunked its blade stiffly into the ground. I rammed Blaze with my narrow sword, holding it sideways in both hands, and carried him on it as I continued charging through. He fell off my blade and I tripped on his body.

       Chloe lay next to me, clutching her bleeding stomach tightly as the pain forced her head up. I rolled to the side and, holding my head above the endpoint of the hilt, stuck my blade into her. Her head rose suddenly and her eyes widened, mouth stretching to chin, as she sharply sucked in the air through her teeth in response to the pain of the new injury.

       "DRAGHOST! Stop this at once! A traitor is one thing, but a killer is even worse, especially one who attacks his own allies! I remember how I once didn't trust you, but then you built a trust that I thought was impossible to destroy! Don't prove me wrong... I do not want to kill you but I will if you make one more hostile move!" Blaze shouted from behind.

       I swung my blade to the side and tore into Hitmonchu, who had flown at me, holding him by the end of his gash and swinging him off my weapon. He unceremoniously hit the ground on his back, falling over on his side, his wounds shaking him back and forth slightly, leaving him vulnerable, enough to finish him off.

       I came slowly toward him, with my forearm stretched to the opposite side, my other arm bent into a nub, holding my blade firmly at the side, drawn back and poised near my head. I stood over Hitmonchu's broken body, his eyes away from me. I thrust my sword down at him, yelling with bloodlust, eager to kill another, until something slid through my gut, reduced my battle cry to a gulping sound turned inside out, and caused a slow-moving waterfall of blood to run from my mouth.

        I fell to my knees, wheeling around with my last bit of energy to notice Blaze standing before me with Hurricane leaning out in front of him. He was breathing heavily, recovering from just having to kill me, trying to reseal his immense strength after he realized it was all over. For me. My eyes began to set like the sun, and I knew I would never wake up. I was dying.

        My head snapped up. I regained consciousness, and I found I was still at the Spiritual Bridge with my comrades: Robin, Hitmonchu, Chloe, and Blaze. They were alive, and so was I! I wouldn't want to worry them now on my part, the moment before we were to enter the new world. I got up as if nothing had happened at all.

These are all RP posts I need here to carry on the RP.

[quack98]

3635.

@Nathan: Yay, you're back!

@Draghost (can we still call you that?): Is this 'The Project'  ?

[lugia95]

3636. Huh. Apparently I missed more of the RP than I thought.

[quack98]

3637. Yeah, I think you missed a fair bit. But tbh, if you choose a power from the tree thing (3rd quote) you can get straight back in, we were heading to the new world pretty soon (in fact, I believe the portal was open)

[NTN]

3638.

21.

"Alright then...!" I spoke in a sighing tone. Turning to the virtual nothingness that was now the old world, I closed my eyes. A magical energy outlined my hands, glowing and facing down stiffly with concentration. "Poithon, I'm coming for you."

I began to pull Poithon somewhere out of the darkness. He had his head bent backwards, putting forth his throat, as he floated toward me, feigning paralysis. "I know you aren't frozen. Memberlanders are free to move."

His head fell forward and his throat contracted like a spring. "Ah, Draghost, my lord! Have you been well? How is Spheracle doing? Have you mastered him already?" Poithon feigned conversation, displaying an untrustworthy smile that appeared to me darker than this world's current state.

"Have I been well? I'm dead, what do you think? Ah, your orb. Remember how I pried it from you when I pinned you down in the dungeon, as you tried to use it on me? I've mastered it. I will travel with it in the new world because of its usefulness, not as a memento of the lowest piece of excrement in all of Memberland and Modominion. Enough about me. Have you starved to death yet, Poithon?" I felt I should be nasty to the one whose insanity turned him into a traitor.

"Oh, Draghost. You are so hostile to me, when my case was only a misdemeanor. He was just your regent! A re-gent! No family member at all. You are overreacting. Or would you like to tell me that you have such deep concern for all Memberlanders? But have I starved to death? No. I had been living better than I had in your kingdom. I fed on several souls along the way, draining energy to satisfy both my powers and my human needs. I have won." Insanity. Pure insanity trying to pass as normal. No matter in what tone he could have spoken, his words would make me sick. I felt like asking if his madness was his greatest power.

"Murder is a misdemeanor all of a sudden? Because he was a regent? Well, I have news for you. You were also a regent, so it is quite a major offense that you killed an equal, albeit one who belonged to my castle. I trusted you, Poithon. And I trusted him. If he had killed you, if he were in your place, it would have been a felony on his part. I apologize if I'm speaking gibberish to you, for I cannot speak 'insane.'"

"I was a regent. But now I am something more. When I stood before your loyal servant, there, depriving him of his life force, I was already something greater. I had learned how to bend and twist the magic of life to survive. Now Draghost, I know you've missed me, which is why you'd shouted more than just a few words, and I also know how you would love to take my soul using Spheracle. So just get it over with. I regret nothing. Why should you?"

"You know, Poithon, let me tell you this. It's quite a shame that a brilliant magician such as yourself had to go. I knew that the last time I saw you, you could've, and would've, killed me had I not acted as fast. You wanted to stick me like a pig. I saw it in your eyes. Now look into mine, and tell me, do you really think I would spare your soul?"

"No, Draghost...! I look into your eyes and what I see is a hint of your great trust that I once completely had. I see it. The new world is a place to start over. A place of opportunity. A place to get away. You trust me little, but nonetheless you trust me too much to kill me. Take me with you. Take me with you and I can change. I will change. This may not sound like much, and my words even less, but this world is nothingness and that already makes me nothing. Everybody has gotten a second chance, yet I haven't. Everybody, wouldn't you agree, ...Draghost? My only hope is the new world. I need to get there, for I won't survive here long. And what I want to do is survive. Please. Draghost."

I looked away. He sharpened his words and stabbed me hard with them. But then I remembered who I was. I was Draghost, king of the Memberland, Creator of the world. I thought I could live up to it. I hoped to show the one person who hadn't seen it... my will. I looked Poithon dead in the eye, suddenly disgusted, and I couldn't help it, for I found myself attacking him and looking away, screaming when I didn't want to scream, killing my subject and wanting to get it out of my head at the same time. But I would not stop. I made a gap between the fingers shielding my eyes, daring to look, but fearing to see, what had become of Poithon.

He was gone. Gone, as in dead, and gone, as in not present. His body trailed into the darkness along with the experiences we shared. "Farewell, my Poithon."

He... he brought out my weakness... and... he... he actually scarred me. While I held him in my forceful magic grip, I had him physically... he had me emotionally. Poithon. I was still recovering from these... "injuries," nearly as great as the very pain of the Creator's Will. But I had pulled through. And I learned one thing, that the ones closest to you are the ones who can hurt you the most. And I saw it more clearly now: "Your greatest friends are your greatest enemies."

This is the last post I need here. Yes, this is The Project. And yes, you can still call your master that. Unless you want to call me "Master." That would be nice.

[quack98]

3639. Fine, I'll call you master then.

[lugia95]

3640. So what powers have been taken?

[quack98]

Darkness = Master
Nature = Chloe
The wish thing = Me
Fire = Blaze (or was it combat? I'm pretty sure it was fire...)

3641

[NTN]

3642. Darkness, Fire, the one wish, Nature, Electricity. I believe we've counted everyone. Note that there are powers on the tree that weren't mentioned in the RP itself, but they're there. You can choose an element that wasn't "listed." You should just think of what you want to be.

[lugia95]

3643. Cool. There's still a lot of stuff I'm not understanding though. I guess I'll have to go back and read through the original RP (at least from the entering of the new world).

[quack98]

We haven't entered it yet, don't worry. But if you want a brief overview, reading my masters quotes will give you a decent idea of the story anyway, and we'll fill you in on anything else

3644