[spoiler]The music adds atmosphere, play it if you can, or if you want to...[/spoiler] [spoiler]For those of you have RPed with me, what follows in this post, was hard to write. For those who have not, I hope it was a good read, and I hope it was darker than the last post, yet hopeful at the same time.[/spoiler] [b][i]The End[/i][/b] It was a good day to die. A good day to end what he had started all those years ago. As he wandered through the derelict hallways, trailing his hand along the walls, he thought how fitting it was he would die here, where his first wife and child had. Ryker had long since accepted his death, no fear, or anxiety beset him. As he continued deeper into the aging husk of the vessel, formerly the U.S.S. Ishimura, he could feel the power grow. "Closer yet... closer yet..." Ryker says softly. As his feet carried him closer and closer to the door that entered the cargo bay, he reflected on his life. On everything. Jay, Nikki, Akron, Kor, Samantha, Kaebius. All these people, who had shaped him. All the major events of his life replayed in his head, the words spoken to him by his friends, now all gone. He had cheated, cheated for far to long. It was time to right that wrong, he thought, as he opens the door to the cargo bay. Inside is the Marker, the source of his power. He smiles softly, descending the iron stairs, whitewashed in blood, to the stained and aged metal floor. The Marker softly pulsed and glowed, dormant. Ryker stops before it, pulling a photo out of his pocket. He opens and studies it. It was a photo of Eleanor, Alexia and him, Alexia merely a child. His hands quake as emotion overtakes him. "My little baby... my little girl..." No, now was not the time for emotion. That time was passed, now was the time for action. Clenching the photo in his hand, Ryker plants his hand against the Marker. His lips trembled, tears falling from his eyes as his resolve breaks. He would keep going, he had to. "Eleanor, I'm coming to see you, I'm coming to see you..." He whimpers. "Samantha, I love you, so much, and no matter where I go, you will always be my sister. Continue living your happy life, and do not grieve, mine is over, but it was so great. Thank you." Ryker speaks to himself as he stands, ready to die. His thoughts went to Nikki. "Nikki.... I... I love you... you taught me that I could be dedicated to one woman, you taught me about true real love..." He chuckles sadly. "R... R.... Release." The effect was instantaneous, a sucking feeling as Ryker feels his powers drain away, and he drops to the ground, weak. Slowly he rises, looking at his hand and trembling, fearing that it didn't work. Then the tip of his middle finger began to disintegrate. Ash, his hand slowly dissolving. He smiles, laughing as he watches it. "I'm free... I'm free..." He says to himself with a broad smile. He sits against a crate, watching it eat away at his hand. There was no pain, no hurting. It was the sweet release of death. He would get to see his wife. More tears are released as he thinks about all the things he's done, all the mistakes he'd made, all the people he'd wronged, but doubly more the good things he did. "I did good Dad, didn't I? I made you proud? I guess I'll see you soon... then we can talk. Mom will be there right? I'll thank you when I see you..." He again speaks to himself as it works its way up his arm, speeding up. Not long now. "This is it... it's finally here... I never thought it'd end like this..." It was now under his neck. "I always thought it'd end in a battle, dying in combat, but I guess I deserve a peaceful death." Right under his jaw. "But in the end I wouldn't rather have a different way to go. This is the ending to my fairly tale, the end of my story, and all in all... I think it was a pretty happy ending." The disintegration consumes Ryker, finally taking his head, leaving only a pile of ashes on the ground, long since dead, only mystical powers keeping him alive. The end of someone who some loved, some hated, and some loved to hate. The end of a man considered a villain, to even more a paragon and hero. This is the end of the story of Valkyrie, of the bearer of the Marker. This is the end of the story of Ryker Evans. But like the natural world, for every death, there is a life created. It may be the end of Ryker's story, but is the beginning of another's. Another who will take up the mantle, the next of the Evans. Logan. [spoiler]And that's it.... this was hard... I've never gotten so emotional about RP before but... I felt it was appropriate... tell me what you think I guess, but no interactions. I hope it was good.[/spoiler]

[b][i]Like Father/Mother, like Son/Daughter[/i][/b] "To slow. You have to be fast honey, you have to always be one step ahead of your target. If your aren't, that mistake will be your last." Monica nods, hunched over, breathing raggedly, droplets of sweat dripping off of her forehead onto the ground. She straightens up, bringing her fists up again. Her mom was hard in her during training, but she liked it. Monica knew it would make her stronger. "Alright..." Samantha rapidly strikes, Monica anticipating them and defecting the blows just as rapidly. Her new mutations helped her exponentially, giving her the ability to be faster, smarter, and stronger than most normal humans. Suddenly though Samantha strikes from the left, a move that Monica didn't anticipate, and then just as quickly her mothers hand was at her throat. "Dead." Monica nods and Sam releases her. They continued like that, for hours, their mutations giving them much more stamina. [spoiler]trejo[/spoiler]

[spoiler]It's a sad moment when a good thought out RP dies[/spoiler]

[b]The frozen realm[/b] [i][u]Tick. Tick. Tick.[/u][/i] He tried to remember who he was. It pained him to think. "My name is.... I am... Who am I?" He screamed in frustration shoving his head in his hands. Then he remembered, he looked up from his despair. "My, my name is Luther Ohlmacher. Neophyte of the black Templars." [i][u]Tick. Tick. Tick.[/u][/i] He tried to remember how he got here. He'd found this watch, the one in his hands. It was smooth and black, made of onyx. It ticked but the hands refused to move. Nothing he did could get the watch to move again. He looked around, the people around him, frozen in time. The golden city, pinnacle of human civilization, still as death. The people stood going about their day, women shopped for food. Men conversed in the streets, a imperial guard patrol was frozen in the streets, harkoneze Warhawks. He didn't know how long he'd been like this, long even to know that he was losing his mind. And there was nothing he could do about it. [i][u]Tick. Tick. Tick.[/u][/i]

In the name of the God emperor I command you to live!

Is this officially dead?

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[i]The time has come The snake has been beheaded The body naught but ash The wolf used as hunter To bring down the demon and the bear The fox would aid Only to die Isn't life just unfair? To return to the pack as fate would have it To be killed by hunters for pelt They feared him, resented him And yet he gave it all to save them And out of the ashes of the old Comes the new A new wolf A new pack And the old Joker All in the name of tragedy[/i]

[i][b]Subplot: New Beginnings. Chapter one[/b] [/i] ================================================ [b]The winds of nature ran freely through the green haven. Politely greeting the grass as it waved back and forth. Tears of the past seemingly fading into the far-off cascade of golden light, streaming from the sky blanketed with white tufts of feathery material and onto the earth below~ A young man, knelt respectfully in place. Head-down, before a grave. Stricken with mixed emotions. A single tear trickles down his cheek and slowly falls to the earth below... Time reflecting around, the tear landed solemnly into the Earth, as well as other raindrops from the gloomy sky above. The city was bursting with ambitious tourists and citizens, seeking refuge from the watery shower that seemed to have forever kept it's peace. Among these, stood a rather handsomely roguish young man, dressed in a forest-green cloak and dark light gear, hastily making way for the local pub. [i]The scene is set, the cameras on cue. Ready, aim, action![/i][/b]

[b][i]Thanks for bumping. I am currently working extended hours, but soon, more plots will come. Stay tuned.[/i][/b] [i] The heretics stir in the darkness of the void, deep in interstellar space. Their violent ejection from the warp has left them stranded and in harms way. An Indiscriminate host of chaos is awakened by the interlopers - the King of Skulls rises... [/i]

[b]Primal[/b] [u]Cronex Hive [/u] [u]Esyaluna, Outer Fringe[/u] [i]Boom Boom ba-boom badadaboom[/i] The sound of the bass in the chamber was overpowering. Rarely did the Hivers have a stall in production, but today was the a special occasion. The governer's daughter married an influential rouge trader on the outer fringe. And if there was anything that a hiver knew it was a deal like this was a reason to celebrate. As the hive expanded so did the wealth and even if there were none here that would be part of such promotion there was hope enough to celebrate. But there were those with other intentions. A man in simple work clothes watched with slightly concealed tension as a young woman danced before him. Blue eyes, blond hair, and a body that verged on intoxicating. Even more noticeable was all of her attention was focused on him. As the celebration reached a crescendo, the duo made off into the bowels of the hive. The man leading the eager woman into the hab cells. [b][i][u]WARNING: READER DISCRETION ADVISED[/u][/i][/b] [spoiler]The man tied her to the bed frame to her excitement. She reeled with a primal lust as she felt his hands over her clothes. She didn't argue as he gagged her mouth with his shirt. She didn't care that she couldn't see his skin in the dark room. She only cared about the lust building inside her and how this man teased her to the point of bursting at his touch. The man was confident and steady. Each move he made insured the woman would come here. Every touch designed to excite her. She was his plaything and he loved every moment. "I want to see how this works" He whispered into her ear. "I will make you feel like you never have before." And to his delight she moaned through the gag as he pulled off her clothes. And to his pleasure those moans became stifled screams as he ran the edge of a blade from her chest to her waist. Oh she would feel like never before he thought to himself as he pulled back the flesh of her stomach. The drugs he slipped her would make sure she would feel every thing until he was finished. A perfect specimen she was. Her abdominals where as toned as he expected. The bright red muscles flexed tight as the woman fruitlessly tried to flee from him. N,o the ropes would hold her, and all she did was make the job easier as he pressed the knife through the middle of the muscles easily before peeling them back like a deer. Before him the woman's innards pumped. The heart pounding behind the exposed rib cage. The lungs and diaphragm punding as she tried to scream. It was intoxicating to him. It occurred to him that he never saw the inside of the bones. So one by one he grabbed a rib and snapped it off throwing them away one by one until he was satisfied with the 7th ones fracture. With the edge of the bone he sliced across her neck and into her wind pipe. Calmly he put down the bone and stared into those terrified blue eyes as he reached into her neck and slowly pulled out part of her tounge. But those eyes were so perfect. It was such a shame he would only have them in memory. Picking up the knife he held the woman's head down. She was weaker now and the drugs now in full effect, but he could see the tears and terror in her eyes as he brought the blade down towards her eye. Ever so slowly he cut out the eye before it finally came loose and with a little yank it snapped free of the optic nerve. As he left he turned around to see what he had done. The woman's entrails were pulled out and sliced in many places. Her lungs punctured from the bones snapped off of her ribs. Even her heart lay next to her head, an section obviously bit off shoved in her mouth. He didn't care to clean up. This wasn't his home anyway. Someone else could clean it up. [/spoiler] [spoiler]open - investigation occurs after it has been discovered[/spoiler]

[i]Every candle bears a light...[/i] [b]...a fire to burn the shadows...[/b] [i]...it guides our souls from wrong to right...[/i] [b]...it drives us from the gallows...[/b] [i]Brother, brother, hear my plea, For I am love and joy and peace! Spare me from your foul protection; I need no judgement from your discretion.[/i] [b]Sister, sister, harsh neglect, For you I hold no coarse regret. Where your's lazy, my world is dire, For I am fury, wrath and ire![/b] [i]The future is long, but our tales' concise...[/i] [b]You are Virtue... I am Vice...[/b] [b][i]Together as one, daughter and son... before the world is forever undone...[/i][/b] And only the candlelight will remain... [spoiler]Hold on to yer butts...[/spoiler]

[b]The Ashen Warrior.[/b] '[i]Within the Golden City[spoiler]presuming its still standing.[/spoiler] And in a alley laid an Ash Pile. When citizens attempted to investigate they simply vanished within a full minute. Now it is up to you,yes you reader to investigate.[/i]

So uhhhhh.....plot?

[b][i]Reunion[/i][/b] Meredith stood not far from Rykers house, hidden in the trees. She stood, smiling evilly. She watches from afar, watching as Ellie sat on the couch, and Ryker sat next to her. "So what do you want to watch." He says as he pulls up all their movies.

[b][i]Chapter 12: Rise of an Evil[/i][/b] While everything was going well for our champions, something was coming. Everyone could feel it. The days were dark, cloudy and rainy, and the nights were still, not a single noise. The quiet before the storm, the brief period of, unsettling peace, before the hurricane that was about to envelope them. Far across the universe, there was a derelict ship. No markings, no words. It was gothic, obsidian black with what edges and points. It seeped of evil. Deep inside the dark and musty corridors of this ship, sat a women. She was sitting in a chair. No, more of a throne. A hollowed out marker, serving as her seating. She had pitch black hair, and black eyes. Her skin pale, she was what children would wake up screaming about in the night. She sensed it to, the unlocking of powers, the rise of someone who she hated with a passion more than everyone who lived in that retched city. "Ryker.... Evans..." She says with malice. She stands. The ship rumbles. "It's time we talked... Ryker... So much has changed." She chuckles to herself as the engines begin to roar, propelling the ship forward, towards the Golden City. She laughed louder, finally she would have her revenge. She was fully reformed, and more powerful than ever. Anyone and everyone who stood in her way would be crushed. She was Meredith, and she had returned.

[spoiler]ded[/spoiler]

Samantha awoke, feeling quite... Different. She looked the same, nothing had changed. But she felt... Powerful. She came out of her and Kaebiuss bedroom, smiling. It was the morning after the conversation between Kaebius and Ryan. [spoiler]Shad, this is going to help with the plot [/spoiler]