The Embodiments: The RP

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It was late, just after midnight. No sounds came from the sleepy town of Semblance, on the outskirts of Illinois, other than the occasional crackling of lamp posts, and the hooting of owls from inside Semblance forest. All the townspeople were in bed, from the smallest baby to the elderly. The town almost seemed to be in hibernation.

Then the air began to heat up, not that was anyone there to notice it. Something was passing over.

A cluster of six crystals, crackling with a maelstrom of multicolored energy flew overhead and split apart in the air, scattering, each leaving a stream of light behind it as they flew into the town and the forest perimeter.
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A man quivered in fright as he looked at the smashed window and the rainbow of light overhead.

The tall, black haired woman looked at the quivering scientist imperiously, the gun in her belt which she was itching to use stayed in its holster however.

Amalia Stryker looked at a soldier on the outside of the room and signalled for him to come in. As he did so, she relayed her orders.

"Get me Commander McCyan," she demanded. "Tell him it's an emergency."

The soldier nodded and hurried out of the room.
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Adam Brosling left the house without slices on his wrist that morning, after giving his bed ridden father his medication. His muscles were wasting to nothing, and Adam didn't really care much.

He just wanted to get this day over with so he could return and release his stress. It had been days since he had last wielded the knife, and he was giving himself the treat tonight as a reward for reaching another Friday. He had done well this year. His older brother had been able to get another job, and Adam had work on Saturday. He would need the knife tonight to get through that tomorrow.

 
The field was massive, and his enemies were covering every square foot of the it. There seemed little the silver haired warrior could do but retreat. However, this man wasn't the type to run from anything, even if it meant certain death. As the army of soldiers moved closer to him, the grin on the silver haired warrior grew. Once of the the soldiers moved in close enough, faster than a man can blink the silver haired warrior drew one of his Shirasaya's and had one of his arms off.


In a fluent movement, his left arm and the other Shirasaya had his head off. The nearest three soldiers had now charged at him with their swords straight, running as fast as they could. The sliver haired warrior spun around, dodging the blade of the soldier on the left, and with his right arm, stabbing the man in the exposed part of his armor, piercing his liver.


At the other two spun around to take try to take him, he was already ready. Positioning his right Shirasaya under the soldiers sword, he forced it upwards and the soldier lost his grip, and his sword, and in a simple thrust to the neck with the silver haired warrior's Shirasaya, his life.


The last of the three remaining soldiers positioned himself behind the lifeless corpse in order to use some element of surprise. The warrior was no fool. With his sword lodged into the neck of the other soldier, he smiled as he uttered the phrase, “Shatter”.


The sound of the blade was like the sound of a plate hitting the ground. His Shirasaya did what he commanded it to and shattered into what seemed to be hundreds of pieces. The soldier had never seen this kind of wizardry before, and tried to run. The last thing he heard before a hundred pieces of blade hit his back and spine was one simple word, “Embed.” The final words he heard before they all left his body from different locations, “Shred”.


All three soldiers were dead as the silver haired warrior uttered one last phrase, “Combine.” The warrior lifted his head up and reveled a sickening grin, with him eying the rest of the soldiers as if they were a joke. The silver hai- Jack – warrior ran at them at – Jack – break neck spee – JACK!

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“Y-yes, Ms. Anderson?”


Jack had been daydreaming again, and the teacher could see right through him this time. He knew that she was going to ask him a hard question this time, he just knew it. Why, oh why did he had to keep doing this? Sure, he had a huge imagination, but it wasn't his fault. It got him into much more trouble than it was worth.


“What does the equation 'E=MC^2' stand for, and who invented it?”


That wasn't hard at all! Jack had been watching Cash Cab on television last night and that same exact question had come on. Of course the people in the cab had to use the “Mobile Shout-Out” to get it, but that was beside the point. Jack knew the answer, and he wouldn't have to look like a fool infront of everyone for once.


“'E' stands for 'energy'. 'M' stands for 'mass'. 'C' stands for the speed of light in a vacuum. It was invented by Albert Einstein in 1905 in his paper intitled, “Does the Inertia of a Body Depend Upon Its Energy Content.”


Obviously, the teacher wasn't amused at his answer. She then told Jack to sit down, and not to daydream again. The other students in the classroom still laughed as he sat down, calling him a “Nerd”. It seemed that no matter what he did, Jack never won. It was an endless lose/lose situation for him.


All Jack really wanted to do was hurry up and get to the house. Last night he had heard a large crash in the woods nearby his house. He was too tired, and too lazy to get up and investigate. He regretted that decision now, for it seemed that the crash was the only thing on his mind. To make matters worse, he woke up late, and couldn't even take the short stroll over there to see what it was to make it in time for school. Just to add insult to injury, he still had an hour and a half to go. No matter what happened, time just wouldn't move fast enough.


So Jack sat, and waited, and waited, for what seemed to be an eternity. He glanced at his watch... Only ten minutes had passed. Jack looked around his classroom and saw the typical happenings. Everyone else was talking amongst themselves... Save for Jack. Jack's friends were all in the same class. Jack was unfortunate enough to not be in the same class as them.


“Luke Skywalker wouldn't be wasting time in school. He'd be blasting womp rats in his T-16.”


After all, they're not much bigger than two meters. Which is what allowed Luke to blow up the Death Star. Jack then became aware of Charlie, who sat next to him, and hated everything about Jack.
“What did I tell you about being a Nerd right next to me? I told you I would start giving you an Indian Burn every time you did.”


Jack whimpered, “I'm sorry, please don-” It was useless. Charlie had already grabbed his arm and started twisting it until Jack's skin turned red.It figured, the Teacher wasn't even paying attention. Jack was in his mercy.



Jack looked at the clock, thirty minutes to go. Charlie was giving him an Indian Burn from hell, and time wasn't exactly flying by. This sucks, thought Jack... He wished that he could be just like the silver haired warrior from his daydreaming shenanagans.
 
Rift had no idea where he was. The snow was thick, and the ice was black. His skin was freezing cold. He rubbed his arms and cheeks, and wrapped himself up in his cover. He was alone. The frost wind fought against his skin, hitting him like daggers. The frozen pain was unbearable.

He stood, and looked around. He was alone, it was so quiet, even his breathing echoed. Alone. He walked miles to find a warmer cave, but it was still cold. He curled in the corner and stayed there. Shaking. He tried to remember his home, but there was no sign of it. He would be alone forever.

"Get up." He said to himself, trying to encourage the cowardliness away.

But the coward prevailed. He wanted to find his home, find some answers. Find his past. It would be easier for him to live he thought. But, out in the frost, it isn't working.

He lay for hours, crying. But, something came to his mind. A picture. A sign reading: "Semblance." flashed in his memory, he suddenly shot up. Semblance was his home. Another image, a person, with a necklace around her neck reading: "Rift.", he looked down at his own necklace, which read the same thing. He knew this person, and they lived in Semblance.

"I've got to get to Semblance..." He tried to convince himself to go.
"I have to go." He attempted.

He pushed himself out of the cave. Where above him flew some planes, he ducked down. Another image was cast in his head, planes passing over head and dropping something. He shook his head. He felt a burn in his head and fell to the ground. A unconscious Rift lay face down in the snow.
 
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The Commander was busy with paperwork, he wanted to ensure that the research project was going according to plan. He always thought it was times like these that he wished he was back to commanding men on the field, or better yet, fighting on the field.

Still, he had no regrets, as this research would assist in the defense and protection of his country.

A soldier walked into his office, "General McCyan, Mrs. Stryker would like to see you."

McCyan stopped moving his pen, put it down and got up. "I hope it is some good news."

With that, McCyan followed the soldier to Amalia.
 
Amalia looked at General McCyan as he entered the room. Although she was his superior, she treated the man with respect. His ideals were much the same as her's. She looked at the shattered window. The remaining shards of glass had been punched out. However, the stream of light the object had left behind remained prominent as ever. It crackled occasionally and distorted like white noise. It could be volatile: All the elements compressed into one. No one was permitted to touch it.

"Ah, Commander." Amalia addressed him by his title for respect. "We have a problem. The crystals we excavated recently have been..." she looked at the scientist who had been supervising the crystals, sat down with a cup of hot chocolate in his hands. He was shaking. Amalia returned her gaze to McCyan. "They've been misplaced. Their volatile construction means... They objected to being confined."

She briefed McCyan on his role. "The crystals seemed to be travelling towards a small town in the state of Illinois. I want you to get a ten man squad and investiagte. This is just reconaissance to start with."
 
Jack's arm felt like a limp noodle. After a solid 30 minutes of Charlie giving him an Indian Burn, he could no longer feel his arm, it was just hanging there. However, looking on the bright side of things like always, Jack realized that since school was out for the weekend, he could go figure out what the loud crashing noise was.


His face full of glee, he hopped on the first bus back home. It dropped him off in front of the convenience store like it always did. Jack's Father had sent him some money for bills and such and he had a few spare dollars to throw around. So he decided to go buy a couple of cokes and a gas station burrito.


The shopkeepers name was Frank, and he had lived in this town for years. Jack and Frank had gotten close to the point where Jack was allowed to put things on tab... A process that took Jack 3 years to get to. Jack ran to the back where he kept the bottled Cokes and brought 3 of them and a delicious gas station burrito to the front.


Frank smiled, “You goin' some where today?” Frank had a habit of pointing out the obvious. A part of his “southern charm” as well as his accent. “Yep, there were some really loud noises last night. It sounded like something crashed in the woods.” This had Jack on edge all day, and he had been very anxious to find out what it was.


“Well, just be careful of them guys over there.” Frank pointed out of the store window, and Jack noticed Charlie, and his three friends waiting for him outside the store. It seemed as if making his life miserable at school wasn't enough for them. Frank knew Jack was no fighter. “How 'bout this? You go out the back door, take my bike, and haul ass.” Jack nodded, “Thank you.”


As Jack ran towards the back door he heard Frank say, “No problem, I ain't gonna let some dumbasses put my best customer out of service.”


Jack made it to the bike, and took off. Of course, Charlie and his friends saw him after a while, and as predicted, as soon as they saw him, they took off after him. Jack could see the woods now, and he could see something... on fire? No, it couldn't be on fire, or the entire woods would have burned at this point. Jack petaled faster.


He had to ditch the bike when he saw that he had to climb what he liked to call “The Grassy Knoll”, the small hill that you had to get over right before you hit the woods. He was almost there, he could taste it. A quick look behind him revealed that Charlie and his friends had also made it. They were very close.


Running as fast as he could, Jack made it to tree that appeared to be on fire. It truly was on fire. However, the fire wasn't spreading. It seemed to be coming from this scarlet crystal. He reached his had towards it, but as he was just about to grab it, Charlie had grabbed his shoulder and pushed him toward the ground.


“I'm tired of you, Jack. I'm sick of how you get off being so smart. I hate how nerdy you are. So today, me and my three friends here, we're going to beat it all out of you.” Charlie wasn't kidding, his three friends and himself were all carrying lead pipes. Jack was shaking in fear, he didn't know what to do.


Mindgames, you blistering moron. Play a mindgame. JUST TOUCH THAT CRYSTAL, DAMN IT!


Jack had no idea what that was, but it seemed to be the only option about now. “WAIT! All I've wanted to do is figure out what that thing over in the tree was. Just let me touch it, and I promise that you can do whatever you want. Please, PLEASE, just let me touch it.” Working at the emotional excitement to see him in pain (after all, it was on fire) it shouldn't have been hard at all to get them to do it.


Charlie and his friends talked about it. “Sure, it's on fire though. Go ahead, but once you touch it, your ass is MINE.” They lifted him to his feet, grabbed his hair, and shoved him towards the crystal.


Yes... Touch it Jack... Just touch it...


Jack reached his hand out, and touched the crystal.


Charlie and his friends looked at him in awe. This wasn't Jack, but it had to be. They watched as Jack's hair grew longer, and it changed color to snowy white, his fingernails grew longer, and as he turned around, his eyes... If you could even call them that, were entirely red, and slightly bigger than before. In the middle was a black slit, like you would find on a snake.


This... Thing stood in front of them. With a sickening smirk on his face. “He's a damned coward he is... I've had to watch for YEARS as the moron couldn't stand up for himself against... You. YOU?! A sorry sack of shit that isn't worth enough to lick the dog shit off of my boots.”


Just as anticipated, Charlie took his lead pipe and swung it at this... thing... in front of him. The man grabbed it, stopped it without any problems. As it was in his hand, fire engulfed the whole thing, burning Charlie's hand almost instantly. Looking back up, the man had already lifted the pipe up, and swung it down at Charlie's head. Rendering him unconscious almost instantly.


“Now you three. Leave. Now. I'm never merciful twice.”


As the three of them left, Jack was waking up inside of the man's mind.


W-what's going on?


“Oh, hello in there. I hope you had a blissful rest.”


I can't move my body! What's wrong with me?!


“I took over your body. You passed out, and it wasn't like you were going to be using it.”


I don't understand. What's happening, who are you?


“I gave myself the name of Tsukianei, it seemed... Good enough. And as for who I am... You should know, you made me.”


I don't get it. Let me out, I want my body back!


“This will become clear in time. However, this body is mine at the moment. I'm not giving you anything. Oh, and thanks for picking up that burrito, I'm starving."


CHARLIE?! What did you do to him?!


"He's going to be fine... Maybe. I just gave him an ass kicking he'll never forget. He shouldn't bother you anymore."


But he's just a person!


"You're going to get annoying rather quickly at this rate. Look at it this way. I just solved a problem of yours. Now, shut up so I can eat this burrito and enjoy this Coke."
 
Rift woke up to the sound of a motor running, all he could see was darkness but a few holes letting in light. He felt as if he was in a small box, it was cramped and very hot. He had enough room to stand, he realised he was in the back of a truck. He came to his feet when the truck stopped and he fell backward. A door shut and he could hear footprints coming to him. He crept to the corner, where he waited. The blanket was throw up from the back of the truck and a young looking, quite pretty woman stood to greet him.

"This is your stop." She said, she was Australian.

"Where am I?" Rift asked.

"You're in safety now, come on." She said, holding out her hand.

Rift looked at the woman, who was smiling, and he took her hand. She pulled him out of the back of the truck and onto his feet. It was nothing like the other place. The snow had gone. He was on a long road, where on either side were forest spanning miles. Rift thought the woman was being nice, and he accepted her trust.

"You're safe now." She said.

"Thank...thank you." Rift replied.

"Come on, I'll show you where you're staying." She smiled.

Rift followed the woman as she directed him through the forest and where she went to a camp. People stood and welcomed Rift, he shook many hands and traded many kisses and hugs. He felt accepted and finally happy.
 
"Shut...the fuck...up!" Ian muttered at the birds chirping away outside of his window.

Naturally the birds ignored him and kept chirping amongst themselves. He shoved his head under his pillow, holding the soft cotton against his ears. It wasn't even fully light out yet and he had just gone to bed not two hours before; he was sure of it. He hated being a light sleeper and a night owl. It was a terrible combination.

Just as Ian had drowned out the sound of the birds chirping and felt himself slipping back into the world of sleep, he heard a loud bang. It was the sound of his room door slamming into the doorstopper. Next he heard the unmistakable sound of his father's boot heels clicking on the floor.

"Get up!"

Ian clung to the pillow as his father tried to pull it away from his face. After yanking a few times, Stephen finally let go.

"Christ, get up, Ian! Don't pull this shit with me this morning. I'm not in the mood."

Ian rolled his eyes and tossed the pillow aside. "What is it?"

"Get out of bed. Your mother's made breakfast."

"I'll eat later."

Stephen pulled the covers off his son. Ian immediately curled up into a ball. He always felt exposed laying in bed without covers even if he was wearing pants and a t-shirt.

"You'll eat now," Stephen remarked sharply. "And then you'll have a shower, get dressed and go out and find some sort of job. You don't want to go to school, you'll work for your keep like the rest of us."

'Oh, he's on this again?' Ian thought, rolling his eyes a second time. "And if I don't?"

"Then you'll have to find somewhere else to sleep tonight."

Ian smirked. "Just tonight?"

Stephen narrowed his eyes. It was a look Ian was all too familiar with lately. He decided not to press his luck. Rolling out of bed, he stood up next to his father. He was nearly two inches taller than Stephen but a lot slimmer. Stephen was built tall and stocky, almost like a football player. His blond hair was neatly brushed and he wore a dark suit. Ian looked pretty shabby in comparison.

"You could use a haircut," Stephen remarked as he walked out of the room.

Ian followed Stephen out of his room and downstairs to the kitchen. His mother, Danielle, was already seated at the table sipping coffee. She was dressed in a dark purple skirt suit and her dark hair was pinned up tightly. She barely nodded at him when he entered the kitchen.

Ian couldn't remember the last time he'd had breakfast with his parents. It was probably more than a year ago; as picked up his fork and began pushing the scrambled eggs around in his plate he realized that nothing much had changed.
 
The heat was intense from the large furnace. The coal was burning bright, emitting a red glow on everything else in the area. The wood paneled walls were flickering with the flame, as if it was a dance all in unison. Clashes inside of the room were echoing like the roar of beasts. Sparks were flying like a flock of insects being attacked by something larger. BANG! BANG! BANG! Lloyed's hammer made contact in a dead blow, striking once and remaining still, but being lifted back into the air for yet another strike. It was as if it was striking a monster. Then the monster made the oceans roar with steam as it was sunk into the water.

Lloyed pulled his newly made sword out of the water. It was made to resemble the kind of sword a viking warrior would use, so the blade was rather wide. It was no masamune, but it was beautiful none the less. This was another he would try and sell on the market.

Lloyed walked out of his work shed and headed for the shop where he sold all his goods. The walls were decorated with cases of swords. There were so many, it was almost an armory for ancient weaponry. Some were created replica's of swords told in legend, while some were small knives held usually as a last resort or for skinning animals. The lengths and width's varied by sword, but they were organized by location and era. The ancient samurai swords, the fearless Mongolian swords, the relentless swords of the vikings, and even the classic European knight swords.

Lloyed grabbed a spray can that had the label torn off, but on it was written the word 'Chrome spray'. He walked back out of the shop with this can in his hand, and he was shaking it intensely. The can clicked as he shook it, the ball was bouncing around furiously. He was looking at the spray can as he shook, and something caught his eye. It was a bit of a shine, but he would not worry himself with this, it was probably nothing. He continued into his work shed. When he got to where the sword was, he stopped shaking the can and touched the blade to test the temperature. It was good enough to spray it on now. The can made a light hiss as he spray onto the sword to make it shine very brightly and smoothly.

Spraying once, you have to wait for it to dry before spraying it again, which often takes a while. SO he decided to go out for a bit. His shop was closed today, and he had no intentions of opening it. Especially not so early in the morning. Upon walking out, the same glimmer caught his eye again, but this time he looked at it. It looked to be a bit sharp, she he figured he would throw it out so it wasnt on the way. People always walk by the backs of the shops, it would suck if someone stepped on it. Lloyed walked up to it and picked it up.

It looked rather odd to be just some stone, but it didn't matter to him, maybe someone dropped it from a pendant of the sort. He simply walked on into his shop and threw it in the trash bin. The bin was empty at that point in the day, he always takes the trash out Wednesday mornings, it usually got full from his meals. He sat down at the computer he had and began to check his email.
 
"So, where are you from?" The woman asked.

"Semblance...I think." Rift replied.

"Hmph. You're a nowhere boy, aren't ya?" She asked.

"I'm not sure who I am, all I know is, I'm alone. Unloved, and sad." Rift answered.

The woman frowned, Rift couldn't care less. He knew she didn't care, she was trying to fill the awkwardness with a conversation. She came to her feet, and Rift did the same. He didn't make eye contact.

"...your name?" She asked.

"Rift." He replied.

"Good to meet ya, the names Daern." She said, holding hand out.

"I need to go to Semblance, now." Rift said, ignoring her hand shake.

"Rift, you're not ready to leave. Stsy tonight, and I'll drive you there tomorrow. Okay?" Daern suggested.

Rift sneered and pushed passed Daern, he walked towards the main tent, it was a large white thing. When entering, he was greeted by a young girl, she was about his age.

"'Ello there, blimey, you gave me a right shock." She said, in a Londoners' accent.

"Who are you?" Rift asked.

"I'm..." She started, looking around the tent noticing some jewels. "I'm Ruby. You?"

"Never mind who I am, I'm nobody." Rift replied.

"You're a unhappy bunny, eh?"

"No. Uh, where do I sleep?" Rift pushed ahead.

"I cannot get through to you... have you lost your signal! Blown a fuse, got a grudge. Listen sparrow, don't edge it on me. Alright?" Ruby flared.

"Where. Do... I. Sleep?" Rift asked.

"Over there, luckily for me, you're in my room. We can put some music on if you like. What you into?"

"Goodnight..."

Rift edged away going into Ruby's room, she knew she had lied to him. Ruby... why not her real name? Rift lay on the sleeping bag, in the warm, spacious tent. After a few minutes, he was dreaming.

An image appears, a future-sight. He sees a vast, open landscape. He's stood on top of a mountain, looking down.He sees a yellow glimmering light, it's embrace dancing, persuading him nearer. He wakes.

"Semblance!" He shouts.
 
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"Ah, Commander." As soon as the General came in, he said to Amalia. "Good morning Mrs. Stryker. Is there something I could help you with?"

"We have a problem. The crystals we excavated recently have been..."

As soon as she stopped, to turn, he also looked at the figiting scientist with his hot chocolate. "Stop figiting and get yourself cleaned up."

"Y-Yes sir."

"So, what happened to the crystals. ma'am"

"They've been misplaced. Their volatile construction means... They objected to being confined."

"I see. ma'am"

"The crystals seemed to be travelling towards a small town in the state of Illinois. I want you to get a ten man squad and investiagte. This is just reconaissance to start with."

"Alright, I shall have my men over there immediately."

With that, General McCyan saluted and walked out, heading towards the barracks.

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As soon as the General entered the barracks the soldiers were all lined up together.

"Gentlemen, we have a situation, and I am hand picking ten of you to take part in this operation."

McCyan hand picked 10 individuals, to grab their gear and get in 2 HMMWV's (High Mobility Multipurpose Wheeled Vehicle). Communications would monitor the situation for any developments.
 
Rift sat in the front of Daern's truck, she was driving. They hadn't spoke since they left the camp. Daern turned to Rift, her face showed the definition of boredom. She sighed and looked away. The car went over numerous speed bumps making the truck lift.

"Rift, speak." Daern said.

"There's nothing to say." Rift replied.

"Why are you bottling everything up? I know somethings wrong." Daern said.

"I don't know you..." Rift said.

Daern looked at Rift, she wanted to know him. She wanted to understand his difficulties. Her focus was now off the road, and before long, Rift shouted for Daern to concentrate, she returned to the wheel, but the truck swerved off the road. The truck collided with a tree. Silence. Blood splat across the front window.
 
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“The fact that you humans take this shit for granted somewhat pisses me off.”


Take what for granted?


“That's exactly my point. These burrito things and Coke. They're great. For years I've watched as you ate them, for years I watched as you just calmly set them aside, took them for granted, and I always assumed that they couldn't be any good. Then I finally get a chance to take a bite for myself... And they're scrumptious!” Tsukianei smiled. “Just to think, your world has vegetarians and morons on diets. They really should sit back and enjoy themselves.”


Wait... You're not human?


“Next time were in front of a mirror, I think you should take a long, hard look in the mirror with me.”


S-sure...


“On that note let's get back to your house so I can experience more that you humans take for granted. Then maybe after that I can blow something up and you can watch as you get to experience a thrill unlike any other!”


What about Charlie?


“Fuck em. He's still alive. If he wakes up, who cares? You of all people should be happy that he's at where he's at. Want to bury him or something?”


N-no. Let's just go.


“Fine.”


Tsukianei got up and left the bottles and burrito wrappers on the ground. Jack couldn't see what this man looked like, and Jack, by all accounts, could swear he wasn't insane. What did this man mean when he said that he'd been watching for years? And that Jack created him... He didn't understand. Waking up to find a man taking control of your own body, eating food, and the entire time being forced to watch, unable to feel what this man felt, understand what this man was thinking, unable to taste the food that this man ate.


Jack felt like the shadow of Tsukianei. Now, the one time in his life Jack wanted to fight back, was the one time that he was truly, unmistakeably, helpless. Tsukianei was walking into the residential zone of town, walking directly to Jack's house. It would make sense that if Tsukianei was somehow Jack's hidden split personality, that Tsukianei would know exactly where Jack lived.


“All the houses in this neighborhood look exactly the same. No variety, no... nothing. It's depressing to look at.”


My Father called them coo-


“'Cookie cutter houses'. Yes, I know. I was there when you had that conversation too. Built to look exactly the same for upper-lower through lower-middle class families. They look the same, and everyone pays almost the exact same mortgage.”
Jack felt more depressed. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't. How long had Tsukianei been inside of his head? Where did he come from, what did he want, and why didn't he introduce himself to Jack earlier?


Why didn't you make yourself known to me?


“And get you thrown into the loony bin? Sure, that wouldn't have been fun at all. Plus, if I hadn't have done that, I wouldn't have gotten all of these nifty powers!”


Tsukianei created a small fireball that hovered above the palm of his hand. It looked amazing, amazing to the point where Jack just couldn't stop staring at it. That is, until Tsukianei put it away.


Jack didn't know what to do. He couldn't move his own body, from what it seemed, it belonged entirely to this stranger now. It was his body now, and Jack was just along for the ride. He noticed that he was at the door of his house now. He even knew where the hidden key was. Right under the mat that said “Go Away” on it.


Tsukianei opened the door, walked in, and smiled. “So this is what your house smells like.”


Febreze?


“That's what you call it? Then it's Febrezy smelling in here. I like it.”


Tsukianei walked right up to the first mirror that he could see, and Jack was finally able to see what Tsukianei really looked like.


He was the white haired warrior from his daydream.
 
Rift awoke to be inside the truck, he turned to see Daern, but what he was sickening, she was dead...Rift began to shout and got out the car, he was sick on the pavement before running away, as far away from the truck as possible, he ran through a forest and up a small mountain where he hid himself. He looked around, it was quiet...he rested for three hours before getting up. In the distance he could see a glimmering yellow light, it was drawing him towards it and calling his name. He ran for miles before he stood before a giant yellow crystal, it had light dancing inside of it. Rift reached out to touch the crystal, but it blinded him with incredible light. It released a shock of energy which pulsed through him, he fell onto the ground and watched as a minature sized version of the crystal connected to his necklace.

"What!?"

Rift eyes turned black, and not long after, he was sent into a deep sleep, when he would next open his eyes, he would change the world.
 
(Again, no idea where to start Isabella... so this post just kinda... manifested as I was writing)

[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]Soft footsteps marked Isabella Montague's approach to the school gates. Two girls stood off to the side, waving enthusiastically at the young girl, causing Bella to feign a cheery smile when deep down she just wanted to punch the stupid grins off the smaller girls face. Smoothing the imaginary creases in her school uniform, Bella approached those that would call themselves her closest friends. Well... Izzy had nothing against Rebecca. At least she could stand up for herself and wasn't afraid to face off against Isabella... no, it was Stacey that bugged the shit out of her. [/FONT] [FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]Isabella brushed her long, pale blonde hair over her shoulder and turned her chocolate coloured eyes upon Rebecca. At five feet and four inches, Becky was just a shade taller than Isabella. Her rich purple hair and deep pink eyes entranced most of the boys in their class, something that Isabella herself was all too familiar with. Stacey, her dark brown hair and silver eyes shimmering in the morning light, beamed at Isabella, causing a disgusted feeling to almost bring bile up into her throat. God, Stacey was sickening.[/FONT] [FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]If it wasn't for Rebecca, Isabella would have long ago rid them of Stacey. Unfortuntely, Stacey was Becky's cousin and therefore, turning her away would only end up souring the relationship she had with Rebecca. Izzy forced herself to smile sweetly at the tiny, irritating brat; balling her fist behind her back in the process. [/FONT] [FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]Rebecca touched Isabella's arm, her cheeks flushed slightly as she smiled.[/FONT]

“[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]We didn't think you were going to show up today.”[/FONT]
[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]Isabella beamed back; a heartfelt expression this time. “Would I pass up school?” she said cheerily, still resisting the desire to plant her fist in the very center of Stacey's face. [/FONT]

“[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]Will you help me study tonight?” Becky asked, tilting her head slightly.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]Sure.”[/FONT]

“[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]What about me?” Stacey asked, bouncing on her feet. [/FONT]

“[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]Sorry, Stace, but my mom wants you to stay home tonight,” Becky gave Izzy a sly look before turning and leading the way into the gates.[/FONT]

[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]Stacey pouted. There would always be at least one night a week where Isabella and Rebecca would study alone. She was never invited to these private study nights; rebecca always made sure of that. It infuriated her. What could they possibly be studying that didn't involve her? The only class they didn't all share was History, and what was there to study about that anyway? [/FONT]

[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]If only she knew.[/FONT]

[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]The bustle of students seemed to almost part as Isabella and Rebecca moved forwards, Stacey sullenly bringing up the rear. It was an almost daily ritual for the three girls. Just one of the perks of being popular, apparently.[/FONT] [FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]This morning, however, was different.[/FONT]

[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]Isabella came to a halt before the boy that stood directly in her path. His dark hair drifted lazily over his eye, a rather self satisified smirk fixed firmly on his face. His eyes scanned both Rebecca and Isabella, his hand reaching out for the former. Rebecca was jerked sharply off her feet, landing on her knees before the boy. [/FONT]

“[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]Well... that wasn't quite what I was going for. But if you want to skip the introductions and get straight to the point...” the boy smiled, his mouth twisting into a contorted semblance of a grin. [/FONT] [FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]Rebecca tried to free her arm, but the boy only tightened his grip. A yelp of pain escaped Becky's throat as her wrist strained beneath the pressue, eyes closing to the pain of the vice-like grip. Stacey moved forwards, eyes flashing in anger.[/FONT]

“[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]Let go of my cousin, you bastard!” [/FONT]

[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]As quickly as she had moved forwards, the small girl was rocketed back towards the crowd that had suddenly gathered, crashing into the front two girls, bowling them off their feet. [/FONT]

“[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]How about you stay out of it, bitch?”[/FONT]

[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]Isabella's eyes narrowed. [/FONT]

“[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]Just who the fuck are you?” she asked, glaring at the boy who had assaulted Stacey and held her best friend in his grip.[/FONT]

“[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]Ah... yes, introductions. I'm new here. Name's Kajuki.” He squeezed at Rebecca's wrist a little harder, causing another yelp to stir from her. “Awww, she's so cute when she squeals.”[/FONT]

“[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]Let go of her.”[/FONT]

“[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]Or what?”[/FONT]

[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]Stacey struggled to her feet, one of the students supporting her. “You think you can just come in here and bully us about?”[/FONT]

“[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]Yes! That's exactly what I think!” Kajuki shook his free hand around a little. “Of course, if any of you think you can stop me... feel free.”[/FONT]

“[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]Bastard...”[/FONT]

[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]Images flashed in Isabella's head. Her father laying into her mother, beating her repeatedly as she begged for mercy. A growl formed in her throat, pushing past her lips as her hands balled into fists. [/FONT]

“[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]Let. Her. Go.” [/FONT]

[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]Each word was punctuated by a snarl, her anger boiling in her soul. If there was one thing Isabella couldn't stand... it was arrogant bastards like the one now stood before her.[/FONT]

[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]There was a snap of bone, followed by a shriek of pain as Rebecca's wrist broke beneath the pressure exerted upon it. Kajuki finally released her... just in time to get his arms up to protect himself from the flying kick Isabella aimed at his head.[/FONT]

“[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]Fucking bastard. How DARE you?!” A barrage of punches punctuated her words, fists connecting with the flesh of his arms and chest. Kajuki stood his ground, biding his time before he lifted his leg and swung it around in a roundhouse kick that was aimed towards her lower back. [/FONT]

[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]Isabella slipped under it, grabbed his calf and pushed upwards with the palm of her right hand, putting all her rage and anger behind it. Her attack was successful as a sickening crack echoed around the area, Kajuki's leg snapping as she forced her power into center of her palm. He fell, ashen faced and sick looking.[/FONT]

[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]Lifting Rebecca from the ground, Isabella strode through the throngs of startled students, heading towards the infirmary, Stacey not far behind.[/FONT]
 
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Lloyed was punching into his computer some orders he would make online. Typing away, he kept on glancing at his small trash bin, then looking back at his screen. He needed materials, so he was ordering them online, as usual, and his shipment would come some time within the next week. But there was something bugging him. He couldn't help but look over to the trash bin, where he had thrown the odd stone that is in the road. But he continued typing away.

After he completed his order, he decided a cup of coffee was in order, so he started up his coffee maker he had in his shop. He put the paper filter in, then poured the ground beans in, filled the cup of water, and got the machine ready. Afterward, he finally gave in to his urges and he decided to pick up the peculiar stone he threw away. He reached into the empty bin, and pulled out the only thing inside of it. It was a black stone, but it was shiny in the light. It slightly glimmered in the rays of light that hit it. It was a rather stunning stone.

He put it in his pocket and went back to his coffee. It was almost done being made, the pot was almost full and the coffee stream was running into it. Lloyed then decided to go ahead and grab the cream and sugar. His mug was already sitting by the coffee maker.

The when it filled, he grabbed the pot of coffee and poured it into his mug, followed by the usual amount of cream and sugar. He sat back down at his computer. He needed a design for his next sword.
 
YOU?!


“I know, dashing looking, awesome, amazing, Godly, red eyed masterpiece.” The narcissistic tone in Tsukianei's voice was unmistakeable. However, Jack just no realized that he really did create this man. He'd been daydreaming about him for years.


“Well, now that you know what I look like, where do you keep the weapons. You know, swords, guns, that kind of thing?”


I did create you... I remember getting the idea of you from books, movies, all sorts of things. I was going to use you in a story I was going to write.


“Well shit, wouldn't have that been boring? Little ol' me getting landed on a piece of paper. Good thing you're due on a trip to the loony bid kid, or I wouldn't be around!” Tsukianei was laughing hard. Jack didn't find it so funny. He already had to come to terms with being somewhat insane, but now he had to deal with the fact that his supposed split personality was a creation based on movies and books.


Tsukianei started walking up the stairs to Jack's room. Upon entering what was obviously a very dirty room, he instantly spotted Jack's two swords that he bought at the Renaissance festival a couple of years back. Tsukianei couldn't keep his eyes off of them. Two beautiful Shirasayas leaning against the wall. To make the sight even more beautiful, laid under them was the holster for them. They were able to be adjusted, so he could either put them on his back, or carry them on his side.


“Your taste in school clothing sucks. I'm getting changed.”


Rummaging through Jack's closet, he quickly dug through the back towards Jack's cosplay collection.


What are you looking for?


“I'm looking for your Sith Lord robe. You know, from Star Wars? Those things always looked badass.” It wasn't surprising that Tsukianei knew about Star Wars. After all, Tsukianei's duel wielding techniques came from Star Wars. Just as Jack was thinking that, Tsukianei found it, and put it on on top of a black long sleeve shirt and some very baggy black pants with chains on them. After that, he put the holster for the Shirasayas on and put the Shirasayas on each side of him.


“Oh, that's so much better. Want to know something interesting?”


S-sure...


“Houses, they're never safe. The gas lines that go in them are dangerous. A gas line to the hot water heater, a gas line to the stove.” His voice grew quieter and deep as he started walking towards the front door. “Hell, some houses have propane tanks in their back yard. Even cars are unsafe. Gas tanks, oil in the engine... Yet they all have something in common. One tiny spark and they go up like six tons of Semtex.”


Tsukianei stopped in Jack's front yard. Why are you telling me this?


“Because I want to show you something. It's something you should know that I'm capable of... Just in case you try something stupid one day.”


He looked toward the neighbors house for what seemed to be a minute. “You see, every hot water heater has a flame. I can feel the location of it. The flame is small of course, but it's there, and I can feel it. Feeding that flame is a gas line. If something were to happen, and the gas leaked, the house would blow up. Feeling that flame, I can make it bigger, or smaller. I believe that's the power that the crystal I got you to touch gave us.”


“In fact... It would look... A little something. Like. THIS!”


With a twist of his hand, the house blew up. While Tsukianei was laughing at the top of his lungs, Jack was scared. He had never been more scared in his life. Most of the house was gone in a matter of seconds, and what was left of it was burning quickly, and it didn't seem to be stopping.


“So you see Jack. If I ever find a way out of your body, and you try to stop me... I will kill you.”


Jack would have said something, if he could find the words to express what he saw.


“Now, let's go down to this McDonald's place you humans eat at. It always sound so good while I was in your head.”


But I don't have any money until Father sends more.


“Elementary, dear Watson. What do you think the swords and the fireballs are going to be for?”


This is bad... Really bad... Wait... Sherlock Holmes never once said that in the books.
 
Adam Brosling watched the fight unfolding with little interest. Brushing his brown hair out of his eyes, he yawned apathetically, and didn't even raise a brow as Isabella, the girl everyone wanted, pushed a boy's calf up until it broke. That boy had often tormented Adam when he had been younger, yet Adam felt neither sympathy nor satisfaction as the boy's leg snapped, and Isabella carried her... friend to the infirmary.

Odd. Adam hadn't thought Isabella Montague was capable of forming friendships. He had misjudged her. Not that it mattered. As she picked up Rebecca and made off with her in the general direction of the infirmary, Adam felt himself thinking about the difference between he and Isabella.

Her anger seemed to boil just below the surface, while his was non existant. Aside from that, they were almost identical. Hiding what they couldn't avoid.

OOC: Shitty post. >_< Sorry guys. I'm not feeling the inspiration lately.
 
The morning sun beamed down on the light gray courtyard fountain, warming the usually cool cement. Ian lay on his back watching the fluffy white cloud move across the sky. His dress shirt was already getting damp from the small droplets of water that splashed from the fountain. This was surely not what his father had in mind this morning but what the old man didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

The cloud passed out of view, moving behind the massive stone building across the courtyard. Ian then turned his attention to a few girls that were seated at the fountain giggling. The dark-haired girl that was nearest to him wore a short denim skirt that showed off her slender legs. 'Very nice,' he thought. Maybe going to school wouldn't be so bad. At least there was a bit of eye candy.

A faint glimmer in the water caught his eye and he turned his head. It glimmered again as the water broke and allowed the sunlight to shine on the middle fountain briefly. Ian sat up, tucking his legs under him. He leaned forward to get a better look. It looked like a rock or crystal of some sort.

He pulled off his dress shoes and set them down beside him; he then pulled off his socks as well. Rolling up his shirt sleeves and pant legs, he gingerly put one foot into the fountain.

"Fuck! This is cold," he swore. He was shivering as he placed his other foot into the water. Standing for a moment to allow the temperature to regulate, he continued to watch the crystal glow. It appeared to be greenish in color. The blood in his legs began flowing again, so he waded through the fountain to the center, ignoring the odd stares given by students.

The stone fountain had three tiers each flowing down into the other and then flowing into the large fountain beneath. Water sprayed from the top tier and Ian walked through it; his new clothes were soaked and his hair beginning to stick to his neck and face. He smirked. If only his old man could see him now.

He reached the center fountain and reached out for the shiny rock. As he closed his fingers around the smooth crystal, he felt a surge of great power. As if it had seeped into his bloodstream, he felt a strange rush. The wind began blowing, a strong wind that made the water splash wildly and school flags whip around their poles. Most of the students were heading for the buildings or standing around trying to keep their clothes on properly.

'Strange? Is it this crystal?'

Ian clutched the crystal in his hand and considered making the wind even stronger. He thought about it hard but nothing happened. He tightened his hand around the rock and thought harder.

The wind speed began to pick up. He could hear confused yelps from the students wandering around the courtyard. The fountain water was blowing wildly and spilling onto the stone ground. Trees bent and swayed, their branches tattering against the building windows.

"This is fucking amazing," he said to himself.

"Ian, what the hell are you doing?"

Through the swirling water, Ian saw the familiar red hair of Gus. He appeared to be trying to make his way over to Ian but the wind was holding him at bay.

Ian lowered his hand and the wind stopped. He shoved the crystal in his pocket and waded back across the fountain to where he had been seated. Just his luck, the wind had scattered his shoes across the courtyard.

Gus straightened his clothes and approached his friend, looking extremely confused. "What the hell was that? That sudden wind?"

Ian shoved the crystal into pants pocket. His dress clothes were now soaked. "I don't know. Strange, wasn't it?"

"Yeah. And what were you doing in the fountain?"

Ian shrugged. Just trying to pass the time. I was waiting for you to get out of class."

"So you go wading through a fountain." Gus took a seat on the damp fountain next to Ian. "Excellent."

Gus looked down at Ian's wet dress clothes; the shirt his mother had spent twenty minutes ironing was now plastered to Ian's slender torso, revealing the pale skin underneath. The long black slacks were rolled up to his knees; water dripped from the pants and ran down Ian's shins.

Ian noticed Gus's look. "Dad's in one of his moods again. I'm supposed to be looking for a job."

"He'll be in an even worse mood when he sees you've ruined your clothes."

"They aren't ruined. They can easily be washed."

Gus shrugged. "If you say so. And if you're supposed to be looking for a job, what are you doing here playing in the fountain?"

"It old you. I was waiting for you to finish class."

Gus chuckled. "Got bored waiting then?"

Ian frowned at him.

"You should register for classes yourself."

"I don't want to spend all day cooped up in a classroom or an office building. Besides, I don't need them anyway. What I found today is going to--" Ian stopped himself mid-sentence. Should he tell Gus about the crystal? He already knew what he would say. He would tell him it's dangerous and he should throw it away or turn it into the police or government. Gus was always so careful, so logical.

"What? What'd you find?" Gus was staring at him now, his left eyebrow raised.

Ian shook his head. "Nothing. Nevermind."

Gus studied him for a few seconds. Ian knew he was trying to read him; Gus was good at that. He was sure Gus knew he was hiding something. "So then you really have no reason to be unemployed and uneducated then?"

"I'm lazy. That should be reason enough."

Gus shook his head. Ian trotted across the courtyard to pick up his shoes. He walked back over to the fountain and sat down to put them back on. He was eager to get away from the school now. He wanted to go to some place where he could be alone. He felt the crystal in his pocket and shivered. The sheer power he experienced while holding it in the fountain was amazing. Finally, something exciting was happening in his dull routine. He didn't even care about enduring his father's wrath tonight. This crystal was going to change his life.
 
(OOC: Trying to get some action going. Also, this post brought to you by McDonald's. :griin:)

Tsukianei did as he promised he would do. Wearing sunglasses to cover his eyes, he was holding up a McDonald's with a sword in one hand and a Big Mac in the other.


“HOLY SHIT! THIS IS WHAT I'VE BEEN MISSING OUT ON?! THIS IS GREAT! PEOPLE ACTUALLY GO ON DIETS AND STOP EATING THIS?! BLASPHEMY.”


The woman behind the counter acted as if she's never been part of a robbery before. “S-sir, please calm down. D-d-do you want anything else?” Tsukianei thought about it for a while. “A coke. Never had one before, is it good?” The woman couldn't tell if he was being serious or not, but she answered to the best of her abilities. “Most people seem to enjoy it, sir.” Smiling, Tsukianei demanded his coke and drank it.


“GOOD GODS. THIS IS AMAZING!”


Please calm down. The cops are probably already on their way. Jack thought.


“To hell with the cops. They have no idea how good this is.”


I'm pretty sure they do, actually.


“To hell with your logic as well. You're pissing me off.”


“Sir, who are you talking to?” The woman behind the counter asked. Tsukianei replied, “The man in my head.”


As promised, the cops had arrived. Swarming the McDonald's, the had Tsukianei surrounded as he was shoving his face full of burgers. He picked up his sword and stuck it back in his scabbard. Brushing the crumbs off of his Sith robe that he got out of Jack's closet, he walked out the front door and met the cops head on.


“PUT THE SWORDS DOWN AND GET ON YOUR KNEES!” the cop with the bullhorn yelled at him. “You do realize that I'll have to quit eating to do that... Right?” Tsukianei remarked. “WE WILL NOT REPEAT THIS AGAIN. DROP THE SWORDS AND GET ON YOUR KNEES!”


Tsukianei geared up for what looked like a yawn, then blew a ball of fire out from his mouth at a cop car, blowing it up. Please don't kill the cops. Jack thought. “No worries, I won't. I'm going to the woods to eat this... Double quarter pounder with cheese, and this Spicy McChiken.


The last thing the police saw was the man vanishing in thin air.
 
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