There was a sharp sound of crackling lightning, as Jezebeth appeared, Jahi sitting on the mammoth's shoulder. Jezebeth was huge. Round, and with rock like, craggly skin. His eyes were like silver ingots, boring into everyone with dull interest. His skin pulsed, cracks of magma blowing through. Jahi on the other hand, was metallic in nature, with ice everywhere. Her small and spiky nature, combined with her composition, and her golden eyes, pulsing with excitement and intrigue, made her the polar opposite of Jezebeth, yet they complimented each other, despite contrasting. The two sat down, in both of their thrones, Jezebeth's made of various rocks, Jahi's made of ice. Agramon nodded once to his protege, Jahi, sitting next to her in his red, fire throne, as the two struck up a conversation.
Abaddon herself appeared, fiery eyes sneering at Seilya, before sitting down next to Agramon, in her black and white throne, seemingly made of bones. There was a pool of water next to Abaddon, where an androgynous being seemed to stand on the water, with long, flowing robes. There was notably a diamond lodged in it's forehead. This was Obyz. The being sat on a throne made of water that formed. Outh lurked in the pool, eyes just dipping above the water. Shaytan finally appeared, in all his demonic glory. His black armor was mostly streamlined, giving way to a broad-shouldered figure, with large, burnt wings, which were charcoal black, in place of feathers was fire. There were spikes on the shoulders, as well as the wrists, ankles and knees. A long, thick tail led to a sharp hook, rows of spiny blades going down from the neck, to the tips of the tail.
To Shaytan's left was Obyz and Outh, Abaddon, Agramon, Jahi, Jezebeth, Seilya and then Kasdeya, who was at Shaytan's right. Jezebeth and Seilya They were at the bottom rungs of Shaytan's trust. There was an empty throne between Jezebeth and Seilya, for Mnemosyne. She was actually trusted by Shaytan, likely to have Mnemosyne keep them in line. There was also four thrones, between Abaddon and Agramon. One, right next to Abaddon, was for Apollyon, and also missing. The other three were for the furies, next to Apollyon's was Zillaris, Thymos and Timoria, then Agrammon.
"What is it, Shaytan?!" Jezebeth growled out. Jahi frowned, putting a hand on his shoulder, causing steam to spark into existence. However, it seemed to placate him enough to be manageable.
"Abaddon it seems, has usurped Apollyon's dominion and power. Apollyon, according to my attendant," he gestures to the hideous hag of a female, hiding in the shadows, one of many insidious beings. "Is now serving Mnemosyne. Mnemosyne has left the Regime, leaving Talos in charge in her absence. Crystalia has left Karzahni, leaving a simple robot to take control, to keep us in line. We do not fear any sort of Artificial Intelligence!" Shaytan snarled.
"You are suggesting..?" Obyz said, worried. It's voice was light and feminine. "A rebellion?" Obyz spoke, voice seeming to be dark and masculine.. It was Outh's voice, given how the beast's eyes were glowing, as well as the gem on Obyz' forehead, when the masculine voice spoke.
"Such unflattering terms, but yes."
"You attempt to overthrow not only the Ice Witch but the Witchdoctor herself?!" Seilya roared, standing up, her throne scrapping against the floor as it slid back.
"Yes, yes I do." Shaytan said, sipping a glass full of liquid. Only the liquid remained, the glass having seemed to be drunk, not the liquid, which remains in the shape of the cup.
"To do that is foolhardy at best!" Seilya snarled out.
"Seilya is right.." Jezebeth sneered out. Seilya grimaced, she had no love for the fat karzahnic lord.
"We all know the Furies side with the Ice Witch, and the Witchdoctor herself would ally with that Frosty Glitch over you." Jezebeth sneered. "Apollyon serves the Witchdoctor now.. That's five extremely powerful ones, who will destroy us should we lose any rebellion."
"I, for one, owe the Ice Witch my life." Jahi said complacently. "I could not fight against her, even if I desired." Jahi murmured.
"I'd eagerly partake in this." Agramon hissed out.
"Remember the powers of the Ice Witch and the Witchdoctor!" Seilya snapped out.
"True.. They would be too great combined, even without the Dirae or Apollyon.."
"Enough!" Shaytan roared, standing up too. Unlike Seilya's, Shaytan's throne flipped over completely. "That meddlesome Ice Witch has divided this council for far too long! We are the Karzahnic Lords. Each of us, hailing from this island. The Furies do not hail from here. The Witchdoctor and her lieutenants and even her students do not hail from her. The Ice Glitch isn't a native. NONE of them are! They are all foreigners, trespassers! We were once the apex predators. Yet, now we are mere dogs, begging for the Ice Witch's scraps, like needy mutts! NO MORE!" Shaytan roared. He slammed a fist down on the table.
"All our minds shall be given shields, even the Witchdoctor cannot shatter through with ease!" Shaytan declared.
"She can always shatter them, it's a matter of time." Seilya growled.
"Time is not her ally."
"Yet it isn't her foe." Jezebeth responded, knowing what Seilya was about to say.
"Except it is."
"What?" Jahi now asked.
"Trust me." Shaytan smiled cruelly.
"Seilya, you will get twice as many shields given your.. Mind's unique state. Focus on your abilities of illusion, and your mind's strength. Jahi, I will personally construct a way to protect you. Kasdeya, you will refine your stare and toxic nature," even now, she was dripping vile toxins. "Agramon, you will focus on refining your fearsome abilities to a terrifying extent, a level unseen before. Abaddon, practice with Jezebeth on your fighting. Both of you need work on your weapons combat, you both have mastered your abilities. The others have mastered their weapons. You two have not. Obyz, Outh, focus on fluidly transforming quicker, and harnessing all of your abilities as well as weapon prowess. I expect a lot from you two, Obyz and Outh. Make sure Obyzouth is ready for combat."
"What will you be doing, oh grandiose Shaytan?" Seilya snarked back.
"Training of my own, planning too. And contacting our benefactor."
None of them, not even the insidious monsters in the darkness, noticed the small, mechanical scorpion with red glowing eyes, that were recording the entire thing.
Post by yjflordofbio123 on Dec 8, 2017 4:49:24 GMT
Crystalia teleports to Karzahni, holding many vile creatures in her arms. In the chamber she is in, there are already several bound prisoners. "You all tried to overthrow me.. Normally, you would not be forgiven.. However, I have need of you all. Do this mission faithfully, and all shall be forgiven. Spread these to the Matoran of your lands, and any other fiends." She gestured to the creatures in her arms. Tilting her head, their bindings shattered. "Do you understand?" Crystalia hissed.
"Yes." They all muttered out.
"Good. Now go!" She hissed, pointing an ice javelin at them.
Crystalia teleports to Karzahni, holding many vile creatures in her arms. In the chamber she is in, there are already several bound prisoners. "You all tried to overthrow me.. Normally, you would not be forgiven.. However, I have need of you all. Do this mission faithfully, and all shall be forgiven. Spread these to the Matoran of your lands, and any other fiends." She gestured to the creatures in her arms. Tilting her head, their bindings shattered. "Do you understand?" Crystalia hissed.
"Yes." They all muttered out.
"Good. Now go!" She hissed, pointing an ice javelin at them.
The Toa of Blarkrok's as-of-yet-unnamed team arrive on Karzahni, and see Crystalia. Wary of getting into a fight with any of YJF's characters, they nevertheless see comedic value in approaching Crystalia, just for the sake of letting Blarkrok relive his glory days. This opportunity will also be used for fourth-wall breaks and possibly shipping whenever possible.
"'Ey! You!"
Blarkrok, not wanting to put the rest of his team at risk, stood before Crystalia alone. He was leaning casually against his sword, which was firmly planted into the ground, and was wearing his shield upon his back so as to leave his arms free for crossing them in the very cringe-worthy and cliché way that one guy in high-school trying to flirt with a girl way out of his league will lean against a locker in the hallway, just begging to have a locker door be slammed in his face in a mix of disgust and disbelief on the part of said girl. Except in this case, he is leaning against a sword, and flirting with a monstrosity that could kill him in seconds if it wanted to -- and chances are, it did.
"I did not know Makuta bothered themselves with dumps like Karzahni! Might I hazard to ask how such a fair maiden came to be in such a place as this?"
At this, Blarkrok smiled in such a way that could communicate to onlookers "yes, this is happening, and it's hilarious, isn't it?"
OOC: seriously though... imagining where Crystalia and Blarkrok's relationship might've gone if he lived longer has always been a guilty pleasure of mine play along with this, perhaps? XD
Crystalia teleports to Karzahni, holding many vile creatures in her arms. In the chamber she is in, there are already several bound prisoners. "You all tried to overthrow me.. Normally, you would not be forgiven.. However, I have need of you all. Do this mission faithfully, and all shall be forgiven. Spread these to the Matoran of your lands, and any other fiends." She gestured to the creatures in her arms. Tilting her head, their bindings shattered. "Do you understand?" Crystalia hissed.
"Yes." They all muttered out.
"Good. Now go!" She hissed, pointing an ice javelin at them.
The Toa of Blarkrok's as-of-yet-unnamed team arrive on Karzahni, and see Crystalia. Wary of getting into a fight with any of YJF's characters, they nevertheless see comedic value in approaching Crystalia, just for the sake of letting Blarkrok relive his glory days. This opportunity will also be used for fourth-wall breaks and possibly shipping whenever possible.
"'Ey! You!"
Blarkrok, not wanting to put the rest of his team at risk, stood before Crystalia alone. He was leaning casually against his sword, which was firmly planted into the ground, and was wearing his shield upon his back so as to leave his arms free for crossing them in the very cringe-worthy and cliché way that one guy in high-school trying to flirt with a girl way out of his league will lean against a locker in the hallway, just begging to have a locker door be slammed in his face in a mix of disgust and disbelief on the part of said girl. Except in this case, he is leaning against a sword, and flirting with a monstrosity that could kill him in seconds if it wanted to -- and chances are, it did.
"I did not know Makuta bothered themselves with dumps like Karzahni! Might I hazard to ask how such a fair maiden came to be in such a place as this?"
At this, Blarkrok smiled in such a way that could communicate to onlookers "yes, this is happening, and it's hilarious, isn't it?"
OOC: seriously though... imagining where Crystalia and Blarkrok's relationship might've gone if he lived longer has always been a guilty pleasure of mine play along with this, perhaps? XD
OOC: I am very much entertained by this (although it could be more realistic, I s'pose) Let the shipping commence!
IC: Crystalia raises a brow, before rolling her eyes. "This 'fair maiden' subdued every fiend of Karzahni in combat at once. This 'fair maiden' highly recommends you don't test her patience, poppet." She smirks, patting Blarkrok on the cheek, accidentally leaving several ice crystals to grow in a patch. She sashays off towards her icy palace. Before entering, she turns around and looks at Blarkrok with a peculiar expression, a cross between annoyance and amusement. "Just so you know, the Lungers will be out soon. Huge, beautiful creatures they are. Massive, truthfully. And they love the taste of Toa. Fiercely protective of me, too." She laughs, a cold laugh, like glass breaking, yet, also, like the twinkling of a star. It is both hideous yet gorgeous, musical yet wailish.
Crystalia teleports to Karzahni, holding many vile creatures in her arms. In the chamber she is in, there are already several bound prisoners. "You all tried to overthrow me.. Normally, you would not be forgiven.. However, I have need of you all. Do this mission faithfully, and all shall be forgiven. Spread these to the Matoran of your lands, and any other fiends." She gestured to the creatures in her arms. Tilting her head, their bindings shattered. "Do you understand?" Crystalia hissed.
"Yes." They all muttered out.
"Good. Now go!" She hissed, pointing an ice javelin at them.
The Toa of Blarkrok's as-of-yet-unnamed team arrive on Karzahni, and see Crystalia. Wary of getting into a fight with any of YJF's characters, they nevertheless see comedic value in approaching Crystalia, just for the sake of letting Blarkrok relive his glory days. This opportunity will also be used for fourth-wall breaks and possibly shipping whenever possible.
"'Ey! You!"
Blarkrok, not wanting to put the rest of his team at risk, stood before Crystalia alone. He was leaning casually against his sword, which was firmly planted into the ground, and was wearing his shield upon his back so as to leave his arms free for crossing them in the very cringe-worthy and cliché way that one guy in high-school trying to flirt with a girl way out of his league will lean against a locker in the hallway, just begging to have a locker door be slammed in his face in a mix of disgust and disbelief on the part of said girl. Except in this case, he is leaning against a sword, and flirting with a monstrosity that could kill him in seconds if it wanted to -- and chances are, it did.
"I did not know Makuta bothered themselves with dumps like Karzahni! Might I hazard to ask how such a fair maiden came to be in such a place as this?"
At this, Blarkrok smiled in such a way that could communicate to onlookers "yes, this is happening, and it's hilarious, isn't it?"
OOC: seriously though... imagining where Crystalia and Blarkrok's relationship might've gone if he lived longer has always been a guilty pleasure of mine play along with this, perhaps? XD
*Gets comfy and eats popcorn by the armful. I then momentarily pause to contemplate the fact that a Toa knows what flirting is, albeit a fanon Toa, but still a Toa, as I fish around for my Roleplay Rep badge that I probably left at home again.*
The Toa of Blarkrok's as-of-yet-unnamed team arrive on Karzahni, and see Crystalia. Wary of getting into a fight with any of YJF's characters, they nevertheless see comedic value in approaching Crystalia, just for the sake of letting Blarkrok relive his glory days. This opportunity will also be used for fourth-wall breaks and possibly shipping whenever possible.
"'Ey! You!"
Blarkrok, not wanting to put the rest of his team at risk, stood before Crystalia alone. He was leaning casually against his sword, which was firmly planted into the ground, and was wearing his shield upon his back so as to leave his arms free for crossing them in the very cringe-worthy and cliché way that one guy in high-school trying to flirt with a girl way out of his league will lean against a locker in the hallway, just begging to have a locker door be slammed in his face in a mix of disgust and disbelief on the part of said girl. Except in this case, he is leaning against a sword, and flirting with a monstrosity that could kill him in seconds if it wanted to -- and chances are, it did.
"I did not know Makuta bothered themselves with dumps like Karzahni! Might I hazard to ask how such a fair maiden came to be in such a place as this?"
At this, Blarkrok smiled in such a way that could communicate to onlookers "yes, this is happening, and it's hilarious, isn't it?"
OOC: seriously though... imagining where Crystalia and Blarkrok's relationship might've gone if he lived longer has always been a guilty pleasure of mine play along with this, perhaps? XD
*Gets comfy and eats popcorn by the armful. I then momentarily pause to contemplate the fact that a Toa knows what flirting is, albeit a fanon Toa, but still a Toa, as I fish around for my Roleplay Rep badge that I probably left at home again.*
*Gets comfy and eats popcorn by the armful. I then momentarily pause to contemplate the fact that a Toa knows what flirting is, albeit a fanon Toa, but still a Toa, as I fish around for my Roleplay Rep badge that I probably left at home again.*
I'm still waiting for a reply, as it stands Blarkrok is standing there like an idiot
It seems moderation doesn't like me. The irony is real.
IC: Crystalia raises a brow, before rolling her eyes. "This 'fair maiden' subdued every fiend of Karzahni in combat at once. This 'fair maiden' highly recommends you don't test her patience, poppet." She smirks, patting Blarkrok on the cheek, accidentally leaving several ice crystals to grow in a patch. She sashays off towards her icy palace. Before entering, she turns around and looks at Blarkrok with a peculiar expression, a cross between annoyance and amusement. "Just so you know, the Lungers will be out soon. Huge, beautiful creatures they are. Massive, truthfully. And they love the taste of Toa. Fiercely protective of me, too." She laughs, a cold laugh, like glass breaking, yet, also, like the twinkling of a star. It is both hideous yet gorgeous, musical yet wailish.
I'm still waiting for a reply, as it stands Blarkrok is standing there like an idiot
It seems moderation doesn't like me. The irony is real.
IC: Crystalia raises a brow, before rolling her eyes. "This 'fair maiden' subdued every fiend of Karzahni in combat at once. This 'fair maiden' highly recommends you don't test her patience, poppet." She smirks, patting Blarkrok on the cheek, accidentally leaving several ice crystals to grow in a patch. She sashays off towards her icy palace. Before entering, she turns around and looks at Blarkrok with a peculiar expression, a cross between annoyance and amusement. "Just so you know, the Lungers will be out soon. Huge, beautiful creatures they are. Massive, truthfully. And they love the taste of Toa. Fiercely protective of me, too." She laughs, a cold laugh, like glass breaking, yet, also, like the twinkling of a star. It is both hideous yet gorgeous, musical yet wailish.
At this Blarkrok suddenly shouts "OW!!!!" at a high pitch before moonwalking away from the scene and off of Karzahni as fast as possible. The rest of his team follows, Alerak in particular delivering a sharp, hateful glare at Crystalia for seemingly no reason. Patches and high walls of flame courtesy of Tahriak serve to cover their escape.
Post by Rocketracer7235 on Dec 24, 2017 3:23:27 GMT
The ocean rises and parts before the form of the Bagger 288, which rolls up onto the shoreline with even more seaweed clinging to it than at the Northern Continent. The monstrous machine's buzzsaw arm extends, cuts down into the beach, and begins swinging back and forth. With the power of Disintegration coursing through the blade, this begins to form a canal as wide as the Growth-enlarged machine itself.
It seems moderation doesn't like me. The irony is real.
IC: Crystalia raises a brow, before rolling her eyes. "This 'fair maiden' subdued every fiend of Karzahni in combat at once. This 'fair maiden' highly recommends you don't test her patience, poppet." She smirks, patting Blarkrok on the cheek, accidentally leaving several ice crystals to grow in a patch. She sashays off towards her icy palace. Before entering, she turns around and looks at Blarkrok with a peculiar expression, a cross between annoyance and amusement. "Just so you know, the Lungers will be out soon. Huge, beautiful creatures they are. Massive, truthfully. And they love the taste of Toa. Fiercely protective of me, too." She laughs, a cold laugh, like glass breaking, yet, also, like the twinkling of a star. It is both hideous yet gorgeous, musical yet wailish.
At this Blarkrok suddenly shouts "OW!!!!" at a high pitch before moonwalking away from the scene and off of Karzahni as fast as possible. The rest of his team follows, Alerak in particular delivering a sharp, hateful glare at Crystalia for seemingly no reason. Patches and high walls of flame courtesy of Tahriak serve to cover their escape.
Crystalia frowns.
"Well that was anticlimactic. I didn't even leave any harmful ice crystals."
The ocean rises and parts before the form of the Bagger 288, which rolls up onto the shoreline with even more seaweed clinging to it than at the Northern Continent. The monstrous machine's buzzsaw arm extends, cuts down into the beach, and begins swinging back and forth. With the power of Disintegration coursing through the blade, this begins to form a canal as wide as the Growth-enlarged machine itself.
Obyzouth doesn't notice, on the other side of the isle, and because I don't have his profile made yet.
Crystalia notices the intruding creature, and mentally begins to control it. "Behave."
The ocean rises and parts before the form of the Bagger 288, which rolls up onto the shoreline with even more seaweed clinging to it than at the Northern Continent. The monstrous machine's buzzsaw arm extends, cuts down into the beach, and begins swinging back and forth. With the power of Disintegration coursing through the blade, this begins to form a canal as wide as the Growth-enlarged machine itself.
Obyzouth doesn't notice, on the other side of the isle, and because I don't have his profile made yet.
Crystalia notices the intruding creature, and mentally begins to control it. "Behave."
Crystalia finds that her control powers bounce off, taking control of different rahi. Her mental message is met with a mental snarl full of raw rage, and the machine redoubling it's destructive efforts.