Both Danyael and Grin look at Kelvack in his leprechaun form. Both upraise their eyebrows at him as they watch him expload, returning to normal. Grin lets out a chuckle at Kelvack's comic relief and shrugs. "Heh. I like that guy.", he says as walks towards the rhino, overlooking the medical team load Sera, Shenba and Kawanua into the tank. He grimaces at keseno's remark about Danyael, Yue and Soul helping. "Ahem... you forgot about me!", he says, jutting his arms, crossing them in a moody motion.
Jandra and Gale look at Grin start his tantrum and stand still. While Jandra giggles about Grin's behavior, Gale is more concerned about Danyael. He prepares to approach him, but stops himself and looks towards Soul. He prepares to address the warrior, but he stopped himself once again and remains silent. He then takes a deep breath and exhales and waloks past Jandra, over to Danyael.
Danyael, meanwhile, is enraged with his owjn helplessness. He was no match for Duriel and he knew it. But he knew, despite Duriel's words, that he was more than enough of a match for Kawen. Yet Duriel was always in his way. He couldn't even save the woman he loved due to his own flaws. And it burned him to the core. "I'm going for a walk...", he says to Gale, already knowing the kinjite is behind him. Gale stops himself and obediently respects Danyael's actions as the Nephilim walks away, deep into the city.
Jandra, now reclaiming her attention, looks over to see Danyael departing. Before she could go after him, Gale stops her and shakes his head, showing that following him was not the best of ideas.
As Danyael walks through the city, he slowly weaves himself in and out of the moving public, moving with the flow of the people. As he moved, no one seemed to notice him. He was practically invisible to everyone as he walked by, oblivious to him. This was because Danyael did not want to be seen. Walking on, finally, someone noticed him. A young boy, possibly one of the same kids that tried to rob him in the beginning. The boy quickly ran up and made a snatch at Danyael, reaching his hand into the nephilim's pocket, grabbing hold of something hard and shiny. But Danyael, on impulse, quickly grabbed the arm of the boy, unsheathed the yamato and brought it to the boys throat.
"You looking for something?", he says in a deep, grim tone. The boy rapidly shakes his head from left to right in fear. "Here.", Danyael says as he sheathes the yamato and takes off a medal. He gives it to the boy, placing it gently in his hand and cupping it with his own hands. "You'll get alot of money for that. Go use it with your friends wisely.", he adds and then walks away, dissappearing back into the crowd.
Finally, he reaches an artificial river, populated by chinese junk (sp.?) boats. "Heh....just like on mars....", he says as he admires the architecture of the vessels. But that wasn't enough to distract him from his anger. Anger that he couldn't even express. Anger that he refused to express. With a deep inhale of fresh air, Danyael walks out on the water, delicately walking upon the water's surface. He reaches the center of the river and clenches his fists, followed by a loud cracking sound.
The anger inside him pulsates with virgorous influence as gold lightning shoots up and down his arms. Wind begins to pick up slowly and then changes into a raging blow as the boats are forced back into each other, yet still remaining afloat. The owners of the boats scramble to their windows and decks to see what all the rucus was about, gawking at Danyael, standing on the water's surface. Danyael begins to breathe deeply. In and out. In and out. In and out. and finally, he roars out an anguished howl of both pain and misery, shaking the grounds within the vicinity. The water and earth around him reactis to his call as they swirl around his glowing form. And with a surge of both emotion and physical prowess, he launches his fist into the water, forcing it to expload upward in a flaming geyser.
The boat people look in fear at Danyael's feat of strength and back away into their homes. ((ooc: well.. boats)) Walking back onto the shore, on the other side of the river, Danyael walks on, towards the barracks. Passing by several reflective window buildings, he could see Kanshisha's reflection. The both of them looking at each other. The both of them, having the same voice. Although the boat people were unharmed, they were very much frightened and distraught with confusion. So many thoughts of hatred seethed inside his mind. Thoughts of his hatred towards Soul Reaver. Thoughts of Hatred towards Kawanua. Even thoughts of hatred on both how he couldn't save Sera, and how she rejected him. And finally, thoughts of the alliance. On how he and Rhiyou were the only ones that could build the foundations. Why couldn't the other emperors do it? Why couldn't they be the ones to do all the diplomacy? WHY?!?!
He had only just become Emperor several days ago. And now he has the pressure of both this and every other multiverse on his conscience. Multiverses that were both under and not under the monarchy of the empire. And then there was Duriel. His closest enemy. And even his closest companion. Evil in all aspects of any nature. And yet he was one of the main sources of the nephilim's power when he was once Asraryu Kanshisha. All his friends. All those of the order. And even Asaki..
Were any of them truly his friends? Did any of theme even care about his existence? His was a nuiscance when he was a member of the order. How different would he be now that he was Emperor? He was more psychically and spiritually intertwined with any planet he walks on. And his dimensional and space warping abilities only grew in time. But all of his power did not make up for his personality. He now did not trust anyone. So many lives. So much responsibility. Why nto just end it now and be done with it? Why not just renounce his title as emperor and let someone else take over House Xavier? All these thoughts rushed in and out of Danyael's mind simultaneously.
((ooc: what will happen next will ONLY happen in this post. And will not happen again until later on in the game.))
A silken hand caresses Danyael's cheek, stopping him in his tracks. Soon, that hand was followed by more hands. And soon, several females faded into reality, surrounding Danyael.
They were all beautiful. Surpassing any attractiveness that Danyael had ever seen. And they all flaunted over him like fish to fresh bait. They were silent, But their actions spoke louder than any word could compare. "Who are you?", Danyael asks them. But they do not respond. "Again...who are you?", he asks again. But no reply was given.
Suddenly, an all too familiar voice arises, thundering around Danyael.
"They are a servants, Danyael. My servants. And there is More where they came from. Much more.", Duriel spoke as his flaming, shadowy form materializes into view as reality dissolves around him. The darkness around him melts away, showing the tall, firmly built frame of the Gate Lord of Oblivion. Danyael's eyes narrow, now unmindful of the servants' massages. "What do you want, Duriel?", He ask the Gate Lord. One of the servants even begins to massage Danyael's lower areas. But Danyael subliminally pays them no mind.
"What do i always want? You at my side.", Duriel replies as he walks towards Danyael, looking down at him. With a delicate wave of his hand, the servants cease their tender massaging and vanish away in a flurry of cherry blossoms and blue fire, leaving Danyael with Duriel. "Don't you ahve your own matters to attend to than to pester me?", Danyael snarls at Duriel. But the Gate Lord smiles and shurgs.
"What can i say? I like you. Just how i liked your mother.". Danyael's body quickly surges in anger and he sends a large bolt of burning abyssal energy towards Duriel. The Gate Lord, effortlessly clasps his hand around the front of the beam, and counteracts it by tearing it down.
"Oh *tch tch tch*. No need to be so violent. Atleast i didn't go knock up that nephilim woman of yours. Sera, was it?". Danyael struggles to maintain control under a facade of calm. But unfortunately his emotions get the better of him as all reality around him begins to bend and warp itself in distorted curls and spikes. The ground beneath him begins to liquidate and the water behind him begins to singe. Mutliple tendrils portrude from his aura as they rip apart the walls of the slum buildings around him, tearing them down, slicing them into large chuncks of concrete But suddenly, he stops himself. All the raging activity fades down and he reclaims his composure. "Stop it.", he says as he looks at Duriel with emotionless eyes. Duriel claps his hands in applause and smiles at Danyael.
"Very good. Very very good. I'm impressed.", Duriel says with an entertained smile.
"I'm not in the mood for games, Duriel.", Danyael looks at Duriel with grim eyes. But oblivious to Danyael, his injuries are still highly severe and need to be treated. By psychic, magical or medical methods. Duriel, now pleased with what he had seen vanishes away in a flash of white fire. His voice can still be heard for but a few moments before it mutes out for the time being
"You may not forgive me for what i've done. But i love you anyway."Danyael lets out a grunt of displeasure and continues towards the barracks. He had too many things to worry about than to get angry over Duriel. And too many responsibiities to take care of before he could actually have a personal life.
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Fuuma stands in the valley sized imperial court yard, His mind is mainly on Danyael. Thanatos momentarily joins him and stares down at the circular, reflecting lake.
"You worry about the young emperor, Lord Fuuma?", he asks the devil lord.
"More than that. I worry if he will follow in his father's footsteps. Xion was a great man. A Draconian that ruled and served with us well. I see such a potent vigor in his son. But an even more potent darkness. As the ruling house of the imperial council, he has many crosses to bear." Fuuma moves towards a large, golden bridge, spanning several miles throughout the courtyard. He looks down at the large lake, surrounded by many massive cherry blossom trees and marble stone statues of the many Gods that created the Empire.
((ooc: Just so you know, the courtyard is VERY large. Hence when i used the word "valley" ))
Thanatos, at Fuuma's side, looks to the sky, high above the towering walls of the courtyard. he could see the many moons suspended high above the palace. "Lord Danyael will come through, Fuuma. Even you must admit that it would be difficult to deal with such responsibilities at such a young age in such a short time.". Fuuma nods in agreement and remains silent, continuing on towards the other side of the courtyard.
"The other Emperors have faith in him, don't they?""Indeed, they do. The uttmost faith, old friend."~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~On Cellaris V~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Danyael vanishes and reappears above the tower. He knew that he could not get in. But he wondered what really went on inside that was relevant enough to block it off, even from the allies. Shaking his head, he vanished again, reappearing infront of the rhino. He felt no need to perform a flashy entrance, nor was he in the mood for such nonsense.
But he darts his head to attention ocne he ehars Kawanua scream and rushes over to the entrance of the rhino where he watches his former mentor go berserk with fear. He stands there, observing Kawanua with a disturbed look on his face. As Kawanua calms down, Danyael brushes past Soul, not even having the tolernace to look at him, and approaches Kawanua and Sera. He looks at the Apothecaries (sp.?) and smiles at them. Although it was a painful smile, it was also a humble smile. "I would like to try. Please allow me.",e says in a soft voice, keeping the rythm of his voice in tune with both Sera and Kawanua's breathing. He approaches Kawanua first and kneels down to the lying fallen angel.
"Roshi....It's me, Roshi... You're safe now.", he says as he places his hand on Kawanua's chest. Due to Danyael's link with the planet, he concentyrates focused portions of Cellaris V's heat into a single point in his palm. He then surges all of the heat into Kawnua, giving the fallen angel more than enough strength to regenerate calmly. "You'll be alright, Roshi. Just relax. Just relax."
He then turns his attention to Sera. Small tears can be seen in Danyael's eyes. And surprising enough, they were real. Danyael had never cried for anyone until now. And apparently the harm that was done to Sera was more than even the Nephilim could bear. Wiping his tears away, he enveloped himself in a gold and green aura of fire, slowly pushing the apothecaries back. "I'll be just a minute, ok?", he says to them politely. Now enveloped in his aura, he kneels down to Sera and caresses her closed eyes as she sleeps.
((ooc: i'm assuming she is alseep.))
"Dear God. What has Kawen done to you?", he says in sorrow as he moves his face closer to her, placing his forehead on hers. The aura around him strengthens and he holds her hands tightly. His tears begin to flow from his eyes faster until they have washed on Sera's face. The Tears begin to heal wounds around her face and the hot aura around Danyael melds with Sera. "Good Spirits...what grace you have given me....allow me to save the ones i love.", he says in prayer as a pillar of light delicately fades into view around the Rhino. Small balls of white light flow around Danyael and then into Sera, accurately nitting her wounds back together and repairing her wings. "You're safe now. You're with me."
Kawanua was no exception to this prayer either as the balls of light begin to float around him, slowly rebuilding new muscle tissue, beginning his regeneration process.
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"Destined to rule the worlds....Born to destroy them..." -- Apocrypha of Valince
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