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12/7/2015 5:13:02 AM
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*I recognize the sparrow from Chozodia Station, when one was sent to spy on me.*
"Ah, what a pleasant surprise!"
*I walk further into the clearing, entering the fog*
"Luis? Is that you, man?"
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[b]As he enters the fog, he loses sight of the silhouette. The air around him turns hotter, and he hears the sound of crunching metal and rushing water simultaneously. The foot of the silhouette is still visible through the fog, a few feet away from you. The sounds and temperature change continue, with the added roar of rushing gales and crackling flames above you. [/b]
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"Come on man, we're both dead. Cut me some slack..." *I press on, cautious of the fire and noises considering I don't have any of my weapons or armor while I'm dead. Eventually, I break into a run in order to try and catch up with the figure.*
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[spoiler]It's still leaning against the tree lmao[/spoiler] [b]The fog parts, revealing a whole new world around Vernon. As if a new artist had came in and painted a new landscape, the veil lifted. The sky was made up of roaring blue flames, with a black hole sun being the inverse light to the burning horizon. Angel-white powdery sand from before had been reduced to cinders, thickly layered above jagged scraps of metal beneath the ashen topsoil. The shards stuck out from the grey remnants like twisted thorns on a dark rose's stem. The palm trees were now crooked towers of petrified corpses, stacked atop each other haphazardly. Human, Astartes, Ork, Tau, Tyranid, but most of all-- Reaper. The mechanical bodies stick-like broken figures made up most of the surrounding trees like immortalized rag dolls. Fog still surrounded the figure slumped against the cinder-covered "trees." It clung to his figure tightly whilst the rest of the surrounding area was revealed, creating an outline of shifting fog around the silhouette.[/b]
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"What in the name of..? I thought I was in heaven, not burning in hell! And the blue fire... Damn it Luis!" *I spin around, looking for the figure in the hellscape*
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Heaven. Hell. It's all about perspective, JJ. [b]The fog parts around the figure, revealing what it truly is. A mechanical corpse in ornate robotic armour, faint white light still glowing in between the gaps. Its head is missing, leaving behind only a flaming stump of a neck. Multiple burning lacerations crisscross the figure, most being quite deep and reaching into the internal framework. The voice comes from behind-- no, [i]around[/i] you. It's unmistakably Luis, yet somehow... Aged. As if this was the first time he spoke after a long battle with a respiratory disease. [/b]
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"Is that a reaper, or your old armor after you became a mute? And when did you get bronchitis?" *I turn around, looking for Luis*
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And when did you become dead-- wait, don't answer that ya edgy skunt. [b]Faint laughter, still somewhat twisted from his tongueless origin, emanates from all around you. [/b] Reaper? Not just a Reaper. [i]The[/i] Reaper dicklord himself, Harbinger. [b]The metal corpse bursts into flames as more metal crunching sounds out, getting progressively closer as the ground cracks beneath you.[/b]
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"That's Harbinger? Damn. Anyway, I don't know why I'm here, or why that crack's opening up below me, so I'm just gonna back up and move a little bit." *I back up several feet, and I move two feet to the right.* "So... How did Harbinger wind up here?"
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How do you think I ended up here? [b]Despite Vernon's clear movement away from the sounds, the ground opens up from beneath him like a great beast with teeth of jagged metal revealing its maw. You fall through it, passing by a countless number of bodies all layered atop each other amidst the wreckage of some kind of massive ship. Everything smells of seawater, fire, and rusted metal. You land in a pool of water; a small indentation in the metal earth surrounded by woven metal bodies. All around you are Reapers frozen in place, seaweed and various crustaceans settling in between their dead joints. A few paces ahead of JJ is a man. Short and spiky black hair drawn into a braid at the back, somewhat greying despite his youthful appearance. A young man- perhaps mid 20's -at most, his form bulky by the pieces of a scratched exosuit he wore. The faint remnants of a flaming blue Phoenix logo painted on his chest, a thick leather overcoat made out of dragon scales covering his armour. The signature sword, in a mechanical scabbard with a fuel barrel attached to it. Those same eyes from the battle in L'enfer, yet somehow changed to the point of no return. [/b] Looks like you fell down the wrong rabbit hole, Alice. [b]It was Phoenix.[/b]
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Edited by jj1042: 12/9/2015 3:23:38 PM"No shit, Sherlock. Can I at least get ten points for the swan dive?" *I stand up, and spit out water that entered my mouth upon landing.* "Ugh... So, at what point after you died did you become a cave troll?" *I look at you, with a sense of being beaten and battered. However, I have a look of content in my eyes, happy to be finally dead, if only for a little while.*
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Like I said-- all about perspective. [b]He laughs once more as he dusts his coat off.[/b] Heaven, Hell, Purgatory, Harbinger's ship at the bottom of the ocean; doesn't matter. Whatever afterlife you believe in will always apply, but never apply. Perspective. And your edgy ass wasn't on the ship during the big battle. To my knowledge, anyway. [b]Touching the sword hilt resting at his side, he pauses and grimaces as he remembers why JJ is there in the first place. [/b] That being said... You're here because of that shadow you made, right? No no-- don't give me bullshit. In the end, you made the monster. My question is, however, why are you so infatuated with it? Is it yet another walking nuke or demigod ready to destroy our oh-so-frail City?
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"I was there, killing Reapers in the hole we made and allowing other champions in. And I didn't necessarily create it, but I gave it all the supplies it needed. Now, the damn thing's possessed Javic, and is on a warpath across all of Terra. It's destroyed ten smaller cities, and is in the process of demolishing Rio." *I sigh, rubbing my temples* "And here I am, after being flayed alive by at the very least 40 or 50 swords, probably more."
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Pretty accurate representation of your sex life, JarJar. Sorry, not sorry. What are the golden cocks doing about this shadowy bitch? I mean, shouldn't they have made some progress by now... [b]Phoenix ponders for a moment, then sighs. [/b] Wait. Of course not. It's. the. -blam!-ing. Imperium.
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"Up yours, firecock. At least my nickname doesn't sound like an STD." "..." "They haven't done jack or shit. One of the Emperor's creations tried to stop him at the first city he attacked, but neither one could touch the other. So, Desolation just teleported away and destroyed the city."
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Aye, I see. Answer me this question: do you think you're ready to face it? [b]Phoenix tightens his grip on his mechanical sword, as of distressed by the matter.[/b]
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Edited by jj1042: 12/13/2015 2:50:03 PM"I have to be, don't I?" *I sigh* "It's like I'm cursed or something." *I lean against the wall, rubbing my face in frustration*
