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Post by Morph on Feb 11, 2007 4:50:19 GMT -5
Gahm slowly walked into the Light Temple, dressed in a priest-like gown, coloured white, light yellow and light grey, and wearing a black and violet stole over his shoulders. Slowly, he walked through the nearly full Temple, a lot of people already sitting in benches and seats, others coming inside behind him, one by one. When he arrived at the front, he turned and stood on an ambo, before a wooden thing with a mike on it, so that everybody could hear him. He coughed slightly, a little nervous, and also saddened by what had happened.
"Ladies and gentlemen," He started, "boys and girls, users and NPCs, the ceremony has begun."
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Post by Ryo on Feb 11, 2007 4:56:54 GMT -5
Ultima got in a short time after Gahm had. A ceremony huh... He was wearing a silver cloak all but his head covered he made his way over to a wall and leaned back against it.
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Post by Great Saiyaman on Feb 11, 2007 9:19:42 GMT -5
Blazen was outside the temple, he sighed, not really wanting to enter. Saddness and sorrowness took him like the darkness did so many times. If only they could have won this battle without death. This was one of Blazen's old friends to, plus a staff member, and a fellow God. How could this be any worse?
Blazen was wearing something a bit out of his wardrobe, a black tux. His shades were still over his eyes, but he was formal either way. He had a blood red neck tie that covered most of the white dress shirt under the tuxedo. Lastly he had black, shining, shoes. All dressed up for this sad occation.
Blazen entered the temple, finding it nearly packed. He decided to forget about trying to find a seat, he wouldn't want to bother anyone either. Insted, Blazen walked quickly and quietly to a courner and leaned against it. He looked directly at Gahm himself and listened as ceremony began. He just hoped a happier time would come after this sad one.
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Post by Morph on Feb 11, 2007 11:49:14 GMT -5
Morph sat on one of the benches, next to his twin sister, Roll, who was sobbing on his shoulder. He had an arm around her, trying to comfort her with the loss of their friends. They both had had good relationships with the ones who had been struck down by the Sons, especially Juno, Morph as a good friend, Roll as an even better one. She had even been involved romantically with him for a certain time.
A soft, squeeking noise came from his lap, as if Ike wanted to ask him What is going on?. Morph put his free hand gently on the being, with a sad smile, and the little thing became a little more at ease, as if it knew what was going on, but couldn't quite grasp it.
Morph looked up to see Gahm speaking, dressed in his priest's gown. A chuckle would have arosen from his throat in easier times, but he did not find it to be a time of chuckling or laughter at all. In fact, he found it more to be a time for feelings that were a bit unnatural and unfamiliar to him. Oh, he had known sadness, alright. And he had known despair and sorrow and guilt, but only a few times before had it been so great as this time. The only death he had ever known was that of his grandfathers, and one of them had been in a time he could not even remember, because he had been so young at the time.
It was these unfamiliar feelings that were battling inside him. Sorrow, for the loss of his friend, an ally, men who had simply been there to do their jobs, and even several people he hadn't even come to be known with. Despair, for what was ahead of them, since the fight was far from over, as Naze and Akumu were still roaming about, and the threat of Ziatoch and ZetsumeiRyu's unleashment was hanging in the air like a dark cloud, and the fear of the squall that these would unleash... he hoped the tide would turn for the better.
But there was also guilt. Guilt, for he had not been there to help his friends when they had needed it. Oh, sure, there had been exams and tests of all kinds, for school, but wasn't the wellbeing of people more important at such a time? He had been studying hard, for the first time in his life actually, and he wasn't even in his final year of the Gymnasium, and he felt guilt. He had not been there. His friends had. They had fought. They had been wounded. And one had even died.
He shook his head and turned to look at Roll. She was still crying, although a little less now, as if she was slowly trying to accept this new, twisted kind of reality. She, too, had fought. His twin sister! Roll, the beauty queen, the study freak, his lighthearted sibling! Oh, sure, she had been "chosen" and all that foolishness, and it was "prophecied" that she would be the one to kill NightShade. NightShade! The one whom had overtaken the body and mind of Juno, the one over whom Roll could sometimes get all hearty-eyed over, annoying himself to no end! Talkng about no end, there seemed to be no end in sight for all the sorrow, as he could see with just one gaze around. He could see a few familiar faces. Blazen was standing right over there, in a corner in the far end, for as far as he knew the only representative of the royal family of Hell in here, right now. And over there... were those RD and Alasea? He could be mistaken, he only saw their backs. Some spiky hair sticking out from behind a pillar suggested the presence of Zane, or maybe Jaden, or perhaps another familiar face. Most of them had done their part in battling the Nine. All of them had failed to actually destroy them, of course, though they had come fairly close to beating them. All because some lame, idiotic "prophecy" done by someone he did not even know, and he doubted the person actually even knew what he or she, or even it, was talking about at the time of prophecying.
He sighed, and leaned backwards a little, trying not to disturb his sister. He put his head on the back of the bench and stared at the cieling. Some might find it rude to do such a thing in such a place at such a time, but he didn't care. It's not like things could get much worse.
(OOC: Beat that, Blazen and Glacier. >.>)
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Post by Great Saiyaman on Feb 11, 2007 14:12:21 GMT -5
I had work, so I need to update with other characters....prepare!)
Blazen kept in his spot, however seeing the head of admins speak of the fallen tore him. His heart jolted with each name spoken. Dropping further and further into an abyss of despair. He couldn't take it, thus Blazen shifted away and like a shadow, slid away. He tried to remain unnoticed, but there was always that possiblity of failure.
Dante had just entered as Blazen exited, neither glancing at the other. The devil-boy felt uneasy as he was in a holy place. However he needed to come as it was respectful. Dante had been wearing his new outift for an occation such as this. He kept his coat but wore a black button up shirt under it and suit pants. Not exactly formal, but better than his normal costume.
Dante found a place at the end of alse and sat down, hugging the end of the bench. His blue eyes looked up to Gahm as he spoke and kept quiet. He thought he would laugh and say 'Look whose the new Staff now', no he couldn't. He could only think, and realize how much he felt of Sheishirou was a friend. He felt soft yet strong all the same time. The medley of feelings confused and enlightened him.
Travison had walked out with a candle early on in the ceremony, Sora was expected to do the same as they were to be the 'alter boys'. He was wearing the white alter boy gown, the sleeves longer than his arms. A rope kept the gown in place, and the hood was down.
Trav looked forward out into the crowd, holding back his tears. He could hardly believe that so many important people died, one a staff, one a beta, and the other a God. If only God himself could stop this, he wouldn't be in this situation, no one would. They would all be partying the defeat of the sons if only they remained alive. Everyone would be happy and no one in whoa.
Trav gripped the candle a bit tighter, now angry. His face became red as some tears fell, staining the floor. He bit his tongue to keep himself quiet, he couldn't disturb Gahm while this had gone on. If only the god of the dead would not be so cruel as to steal these three men from them and keep them with the rest, in order to fight for justice a bit longer.
Unable to bear the fact he broke down infront of everyone, Trav put up his hood. He covered his eyes and shadowed his face. However he stained the gown a bit already and the ground in his tears for the fallen.
Velken had been seated in the middle of the bunch, his hood down and his sword hidden. Velken whitnessed the deaths, but did nothing to stop them. He felt like a coward, being foolish in his own ambition to live prevented him to save others. He was not worthy of the Emerald Sword and he felt as if he failed Ancelot.
Still Velken would not dwell on such failure and keep focused on the here and now. His green eyes watched as Gahm recited his respects for the fallen. Silently Velken said his own prayer for them. He wished them eternal peace and that they will be honored for thier deaths. The warriors faught vailiently after all, unlike Velken. Again he pushed that down put of himself out of his mind and refocused.
Outside Blazen was sitting against the temple walls. He hung his head down, dwelling on how he couldn't save them. He could, he knew he could, but didn't. It was his fault they died, no one elses. Sparks flew from his fingertips as the thought ate away at him, getting him mad.
"Blazen?" Blazen looked up, losing his train of thought, his anger dissapeared to see his family before him. Lucifer, Hades, and Pyra. "Sorry we're late." Lucifer finished as she was the one who called for Blazen's attention.
Lucifer's blood red hair was put in a bun and her face was covered in a black head cover. Her dress was pitch black, covering her entire body. She also wore black silk gloves up to her elbows.
Hades who was behind her wore a similair tux as Blazen, but his tie was blue against a white under shirt. His suit pants were more of a dark brown rather than a black as well. His shoes were also shiney and relfected the sun. His blue hair was combed back, giving it a slick look.
Pyra was next to him and wore the same as her mother without the head part. Her blood red hair was down however and her eyes were closed, her head to the ground.
Blazen smiled and shook his head. "Its alright, if you guys can find a spot tell me. I was standing in the courner." He said with a small chuckle. He then stood up and gestured for them to come in.
The family of hell slowly walked in, almost adding an extra bit of sorrow that was palapble. Lucifer lead them to find a bench free. Lucifer sat down first to sit at the end, then Pyra, then Hades, and lastly Blazen. Blazen took a deep breath and watches the ceremony continue.
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Post by Rising Dragon on Feb 11, 2007 14:16:59 GMT -5
Rua felt cold. Despite the clothing he wore, and the ragged cloak wrapped around him, he felt frozen to the bone. Alasea was also beside him, a cloak wrapped around her small frame and her head resting on his shoulder.
He hated this. While Kuro and the others had been destroyed, it had cost them all something dear. And despite that, their job was still not finished. Akumu roamed the world, Naze lurked in the shadows, and ZetsumeiRyu still sought to be freed. The virus had grown and taken hold of even more of Ymaggion, and chaos was everywhere. But the one thing that he was truly scared of was the return of yet another Son of Darkness: Ziatoch, the Destroyer of Worlds. He wasn't sure if they'd even succeed in beating him... Ziatoch was as strong as Kuro, and now they were weaker than they were before Kuro.
He felt a hand slip beneath his cloak, and he gripped it tightly as Alasea's body shivered. She was one of the prophezied ones, too--as if being a Daughter of Dawn was hard enough on her. Another girl, wearing a blue dress, walked her way over to him slowly--her red hair cascading down her shoulders framed a beautiful face with cerulean blue eyes. As his sister approached, she gave him an apologetic look, and sat down next to him. While he was glad Mesia was here, his scowl deepened as he watched the ceremony unfold.
We've lost so much already... but I'm afraid this is only the beginning.
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Post by Evil McBadGuy on Feb 11, 2007 14:27:44 GMT -5
Shade then appeared outside the temple, a bit of a ways from Blazen and his family. He had been, literally running all around Ymaggion, trying to find the source of the viruses, only to fail. So of course he was tired, doing all that. What stunk even more was that the Core wasn't his kind of realm, and his powers were weakened here. There was a sign near the doorway, it read that it was a ceremony for those who had died fighting against the Sons of Darkness. As he went to PM Gahm, he noticed that his location was inside the temple. He listened in and hear Gahm talking, Shade decided that it'd be best to wait until after the ceremony, and instead leaned against a wall, waiting calmly.
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Post by Teej on Feb 11, 2007 14:31:51 GMT -5
'Crap, the ceremony has already begun?'
These were the only words Sora could bring into his mind as he walked up from behind the administrators, out of the crowd's sight, trying to act casually, despite the fact that he was putting on his robe, similar to the other admins, as he walked up in a rather hurried place. When he finally arrived at the administrator's meeting point in the area, he couldn't bring himself to say anything. So many people were gone, and he couldn't help but feel responsible in some way, feeling that he could have done so much more during the time he was hospitalized. He gave a small glance to both Gahm, Morph, and Rua before going behind the crowds to regather himself as well as obtain the candle that he was supposed to hold during this event.
'CRAP! I really screwed this up...' Was all he could gather himself to say as his face suddenly sobered at the thought of forgetting his candle while he rushing to just get there in time.
(Fitz shalst be joining later. Note, my post is confusing. EXPLANATION : Sora was late for whatever reason, so he was located somewhere within the building, out of sight from the crowd that had entered. He finally came up to where he was supposed to be, only to forget his candle that Blazen made me hold. >:F)
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Post by Ribitta on Feb 11, 2007 17:33:09 GMT -5
Master Chief stood erect by the door watching one person after another walk into the temple. Behind his helmet he sighed. The same battle that had claimed his fellow teammates had almost claimed him as well, and he had been unable to fight with his comrades. He closed his eyes as he heard Gahm speak onward. This was a time of sadness, a time to think about those who had died, but he couldn't shake off the horrible feeling that even more would die soon. More people entered, and he watched them take their seat. Master Chief wouldn't sit, no, he would remember those who had died fighting for what they had fought for, fighting because it was their job, fighting because they were soldiers.
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Post by Fallen on Feb 11, 2007 17:51:17 GMT -5
Kalmar slowly walked up the steps to the Temple, feeling uneasy about being here, but also about what had happened. Following close behind were Locke and Marianna, the woman clutching to Locke as tears rolled down her face. This is wrong, Kalmar thought, a whirlwind of emotions playing out inside of him, despite his calm outward appearance.
As the small procession reached the door, they nodded to Master Chief in turn, moving forward to a half empty bench. Marianna was helped by Locke as they both sat down, and Kalmar took the far edge. They all watched as Gahm spoke, dressed in almost priestly robes.
Kalmar did not wear his traditional armor, despite his persistance that he should, he wore black slacks with shiny black dress shoes, a long sleeved white shirt with a black dress jacket and black tie over that. The whole suit was embroidered with silver, matching the platinum streaks in his hair that fell every which way.
Locke wore something very similar to what Kalmar wore, but it was a black tux embroidered with blue and silver. Locke's light blue eyes held signs of moisture as he watched the procession, shaking his head. I could have done something, he tormented himself with the thought, It shouldn't have ended like this.
Marianna wore a pale blue dress embroidered with silver scrollwork, a wreath of white and blue petaled flowers set on her raven black tied up hair. You will be missed, was her only thought as the Ceremony progressed.
Yet, the Demon Hunter could not decide what emotion should rule his thoughts. Great evils had been defeated, but at what cost? Every warrior knows the price they must someday pay, he thought solemly, but does that make it any easier?
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Post by BD on Feb 11, 2007 22:14:30 GMT -5
Dranzer, Kite, and Haru both looked on from the back, Kite approached the podium and the mike,"We all knew Sheishrou, Mars, and Juno well, and now we sit here to honor thelives they led: Megaman juno, Sheishrou, Mars Gradivus, Blane Leonstrife, four lives too many...We must remember what they gave up, to accomplish what they did, we must look forward and finish our ally's fight, it isn't just about Ymaggion now, it's about honoring the dead by ginishing a work they could not..." Kite said as he stepped away.
Why, why must fighting be the only answer?...Dranzer asked himself.
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Post by Teej on Feb 12, 2007 0:25:50 GMT -5
Sora had re-arrived with his candle by the time Kite had recited his words. 'That brings up an interesting point...I seem to be the only one who didn't know them...' Sora though to himself, his head hung low.
'So why do I feel this emotionally attached to them..? The teenage admin raised his head to the crowd again, accidentally meeting eyes with Alasea and Rua, whom were listening intently to Kite's words.
'I see...that's why. A friend of a friend. An allied stranger...' When Sora thought of this, he couldn't help but grin slyly, before turning his eyes away.
'So I'll fight in their name. To remember those who fought for everyone here...even if I don't even know what they look like.'
(Note, Sora had just joined the staff recently, and had never met Juno's staff character.)
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Post by Ryo on Feb 12, 2007 2:03:03 GMT -5
Ultima looked among the crowd feeling pity. All these people feeling sorrow...just more motivation to kill those bastards.
Ryo entered the room a bit later than most dressed in white robes looking around with sorrow. I wasn't there to help... He said a quick prayer and looked up at the stage waiting for the ceremony to continue.
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Post by Morph on Feb 12, 2007 4:01:57 GMT -5
(OOC: Great Saiyaman: Not fair! You used multiple characters and more enters! >.<) Gahm looked beweirded at Kite, looking at him with a half-sad look, the other half asking why he had so suddenly, so rudely stepped in. He coughed. "Yes, this ceremony is to remember those that have fallen, including the ones Kite just spoke of: Megaman Juno, who had been overtaken by one of the notorious Sons of Darkness. Sheishirou, the loyal representative of Capcom. Mars Gradivus, a young man with a little bit of mania-depression. And Blane Leonstrife, the able and cunning representative of SquareEnix. They have gone from this world, but also have others. Unknown, Jenneah and Chiyu, three Daughters of Light, who fell in the battle against the Sons of Darkness. And even more..." Behind Gahm, a kind of scoreboard came forward, and on it appeared the names of those who had fallen. Some of them Morph knew, some of them he had heard of, many more of them he had never seen or heard of. He brushed his clothes a little. He felt uneasily at ease in them. Black tux with the jacket hanging slightly open, white button-up shirt with a two buttons open at the top, no tie, of course, he hated them. Gahm swallowed, a little uneasy, before he continued. He spoke of what the fallen ones had done, and what shall be missed most of them. He told that in the real world, the people who played these characters had fallen into comas. "We could pull the plug out of this game," he said, "but somehow, we can't do it. We can't delete anything of it, as if it's all become what it wasn't was originally. But even if we could, we wouldn't." He looked at all the faces, his own stern and serious, but filled with forgiveness and calmness. "This world has opened so many possibilities to people. Those who couldn't walk in the real world can here. Those who once could speak, or hear, or see can do so again here, though they have to get a little more advanced equipment than the average user. These possibilities, and the hope that comes with them, we mustn't destroy that. No, instead, we shall destroy that which threatens to destroy it: the remaining four Sons of Darkness. And we will! We have able people, people strong of heart and mind and body and soul. We shall destroy those who threaten to take away our hope!"
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Post by Teej on Feb 12, 2007 4:39:36 GMT -5
Something in Sora's mind clicked within Gahm's last sentence. He slowely brought his hand up, and the candle that he once had turned into his key. It was time to revive the hope that Gahm spoke of into this room. He kept the blade in front of him, staring intently at it, not blinking once. He didn't know what this would accomplish, but the admin couldn't help but see a glimmer of hope while staring at his sword.
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