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Wuddy would make it worse, yes, like what happened to Sam. But what Sam has is a very close connection to Wuddy and empathy for his current state. Sam, Duncan and Vengeance all have the same ability to resist or cause something to happen that bends the rules. However they still need the will and drive to see it through. Sam lasted long enough for Wuddy to help him because he was doing this for him, Duncan doesn't have anywhere near that connection, or any connection past knowing who he is, and wouldn't be able to resist it.
I wonder if Kirk is going to break during his fight with his not!wife.
Because I quite look forward to it.
Scotti's point certainly made its impact with everything they were witnessing within that room. Getting close was going to be impossible for just about anyone, maybe there were some exceptions that aren't present but right now that would do them no help. Wilhelm wasn't that put off by the lack of ablity to help, having had 2 weeks to himself to come to terms with his lack of viability in the clash of titans of this calibre. Duncan, has no choice but to sit and watch while he recovers... But his mind was focussed on the development of what he knows, recalling and reliving old memories to recount all the knowledge he lost through Vengeance and Salem's schemes.
But Felix... Felix was just welling with this anxiety, this hate of being unable to do anything. A live grenade of unresolved traumas fro m his original tragedy that led to his conscription into the order and insecurities with only more mounting on his shoulders. These pains, the stress only seeing to force his unnatural transformation forward. One of his canines visibly cracking and peeling away as a new draconian fang takes its place in his mouth as he clenches his teeth. "I don't know, but can we seriously just s-sit here and do nothing?!"
"Felix. Scotti's right. Listen to her." Duncan chimes in, getting daggers from Felix but his expression of stern worry didn't waver. Even if Felix could currently kill him with just a released aura right now, he was obviously worried about that. ut right now he had to be there for his family when Vengeance wouldn't allow it. "In your state, going will do more harm than good. We still don't know much about this shift you're going through. They already have an assassin to deal with, they don't need a Were-dragon out there too. And it would be worse if the both of you went and lost control." Duncan remembers all too well the brief flickers of an unfathomable something that hit him while he and Scotti were training a week ago.
Wilhelm was just silently observing all this, after watching Duncan for so many years... It... It was way to weird seeing him making sense ad making logical arguments. "Salem really turned you into a complete moron didn't he?" There was an anticlimactic sigh from the bedridden Cross, but a sigh of relief more so. It broke the glass cutting tension somewhat as he rubs the back of his head. "He only hammed me up so much. I have a bad habit to get excited and trail off in conversation during combat... I'm working on it."
Wilhelm's attention went back to what was happening on the screen and something began bugging him. Was the Assassin dead? "Was he killed by that opening attack...? I can't see any blood... Are we sure this isn't some sort of illusion? A powerful one?" Wilhelm didn't know the limitations of Wabachan technology, but from how much worry was coming off of Sam and the first prince he got the feeling that something like this shouldn't be happening with the King caught unawares like this...
Oh I was trying to get that break, believe me.
Aaaaah, right right. Like you said, emotion is the key to getting this stuff to work. The more emotionally invested the more efffective.
They see Myriad doing this in the corner.
https://i.imgur.com/WGs9ALk.gifv
You know full well why I did this against this cursed content
This dance is enough to even frighten the Trues
Was is a strong word, given that it's not over yet.
Ah he's fine, he tends to go from one project to another alot when he's got lots of free time and low muse. Serious stuff is stuff he does in moderation. Since likes more free flowing stuff That and his coom brain antics tend to fuel his muse so he's not on the RMB often
But I never said any of that. Totally.
Oh it would be dreadful if in his rage he destroys the library he came to look through
It really woul- heeeey, you sound like you don't mind if that happens.
Well I can always rope them back in to reply, they just need the muse to keep it up after that since he had other projects in the Hoshi region he's currently sinking into. His version of Lincoln over there is going through a rererework.
But yeah it might be best to see what's happening there with them
Pffftt wh-whaaat? I don't appreciate these slanderous allegations. Of course I want him to get a happy endiiing
I went over there and looked for a nation with every named character starting with the letter L and didn't find anyone, he's not there.
I'm not liking that thing you're doing there.
Not on the RMB no, but hoshi has a forum.
What uh... What do you mean? I'm perfectly innocent. Don't you trust your wayward morally questionable in no way blood related and slightly younger than you son?
Whether or not they return to the shop to see what became of the old man who owned this bookstore, the scene is rapidly changing. Soon the depressions in the floor where Lucy and Wilhelm were standing deliberating going after the fake Lincoln fill back up, the wooden floorboards within sloshing like water. The shallower steps that they took to the front door fill faster, only Wilhelm's where he turned and cast a spell to disrupt whatever was after then lasted longer. The floor would soon return to normal, nothing had happened here. Only one sign lasted longer than where they stood. The hole where the old man sat will take a little longer. From within the endless darkness of the hole extends new timbers that protrude upwards at strange angles, only to settle back downwards neatly into place.
There is nothing strange here.
ZOCOM and Gavilain
Ah that makes more sense.
Sure, sure.
ZOCOM Gavilain
Long before Lucy met Wilhelm, all the was across the sleepy little town, Lincoln has been struggling to stay awake. Even though he wasn't sleeping well from the nightmares, he has never been this tired. All he wanted to do was close his eyes. Yes, some sleep would be nice... It doesn't matter that the sun was still bleakly shining as he barely reached his bed. It took everything he had to make it this far, he'll take off his day-to-day clothes off later. Just lying here on top of the sheets felt so nice...
When his eyes open again it's with a disjointed feeling. Like his eyes were always open yet he knows they are closed. He knows they are closed, because he is now tucked into bed under the covers, looking at his body where he landed. He feels that he is in bed, the sensation of linens against his skin, but he cannot see his body under them. He feels it there, in the center of his bed, but there is no rise in the sheets to prove it.
The turning of the doorknob is painfully distinct in his ears as he is forced to watch as his bedroom door opens behind his comatose body on top of the bed. The door slowly opens. The squeak of the door, normally a short comforting reminder of home, is stretched out beyond a lifespan that could be called comforting, each abrupt start and end is another second that stretches into the next. The hallways cannot be seen beyond the black abyss that fills the growing opening. Lincoln can see nothing inside that darkness. But as he finds himself unable to move his head or his body, he knows the darkness can see many things inside him.
Fingers black as the darkness that spawned it reach out and caress the edge of his door, each too oblong and spindly to belong to a human. They dance across the wood like spider legs before they begin to stretch out, out of the darkness where their ends connect to a palm. The hand reaches out, further, further. The hand ends, the wrist begins, the wrist ends, the arm begins. The hand stretches over his bed, the span of its fingers large enough to pick the piece of furniture up entirely. Its shadow creates splotches of light and dark as it blocks his ceiling light. The ring finger twists backwards. The thumb twitches. Something in the palm opens and closes.
The hand moves away from the bed and away from him, towards the full length mirror that he doesn't remember having. The arm continues. The arm ends. The elbow begins. The elbow ends. The hand pauses in front of the mirror, yet the arm continues to snake into the room.
The arm continues.
The elbow begins. The elbow ends.
The arm continues.
The elbow begins. The elbow ends.
The arm continues.
The hand leads the segmented arm onwards, the mirror holding no further intrigue. It twists back towards the bed, the coils in the arm absorb the light, which has begun to flicker. The light of the sun outside his room has long gone. The hand once more hangs over the bed, fingers curled back and poised to strike. Only its pointer finger descends down to his body draped limply over the bed, to gently caress his back. Under the covers Lincoln feels his skin crawl as he experiences the sensation of something touching his bare back and sliding upwards, as if the hand was touching his bare skin and not the clothes his body was still wearing. The rest of the fingers now follow suit, reaching down as the pointer finger begins to wrap around his torso like a snake as his phantom body that he is feeling shakes with the horrid sensation-
Lincoln has never once been able to move his eyes throughout this experience. Always staring straight forwards towards the foot of his bed. That is the only reason his attention was not completely on the horrid thing that he knows is going to pull him into the darkness that it came from outside his room. Because his eyes were focused elsewhere, he sees the cloaked figure step into view inside the mirror.
The hand reacts violently to the figure's presence, whipping away from Lincoln's body and tossing it across the room as the index finger unwinds from around it. Lincoln's view does not change, but he feels the motion and feels his body hit the wall and crumple as the hand lunges at the mirror. It goes through the mirror and disappears with no change in the mirror itself or the wall, but when it returns at speed he can see another Lincoln in its clutches, all of the hand's fingers wrapped around it, serpents that suffocate the other body and pull it back into the darkness at speed.
The door slams shut-
Lincoln snaps awake.
His sisters can now feel him. While the experience felt like it could only have been a couple minutes at most, he had completely vanished for over thirty minutes.
Lincoln knows that their dreams are no longer safe. Something has come for them, wants them. And something else had kept it at bay. But there is no telling if it was purposeful, or if it can do so for much longer.
There is one more thing that he's noticed. Something that further affirms that this is no ordinary nightmare.
He's pretty sure that a nightmare couldn't create the hole in his wall.
ZOCOM and Gavilain
Kirk will be fiiiiiiiine, trust me. It will all be fine.
Wow 18 posts? Didn't expect Chili to be this active at night for me XD
Oh my. So that's a thing.
No, he doesn't have one already, but that's cause he just...doesn't have one. Their vampire side influences the eye color of a hybrid when they use their wolf powers, it's not the normal eyes of a werewolf, so other than their eyes if they were to transform into a werewolf they'd LOOK normal....buuuuuuut they're not.
Still a good picture though. We should definitely pocket that and someone can use it for something or another that fits.
Check it boy's, Celecia is our first mythic rare card, and has some rather nasty sacrifice combo enabling. The price for power is steep, but it's not like she cares.
https://i.imgur.com/XrC4cqx.png
No. No she does not XD
https://i.imgur.com/OeVSl7y.png
https://i.imgur.com/4B3wDwa.png
Got two more cards made, one for Illusion/Spirit/Demon support and the other is the beginning of Aura tribal. My idea for it is a range of Mastery's like this one that can be tutored out of your library by creatures that have those natures, which can then be taught by Mentoring other creatures you control. Aura spells are strong for their cost, but can only be cast if you have a creature with its required Mastery.
For example, you have one creature out and an Aura spell in hand. However the creature you control doesn't have a Mastery, let alone the one you need. You cast an Aura Wizard you have from your hand, which will tutor for an Aura Mastery once it enters the battlefield and attach the Mastery to itself. Now that you have the Mastery needed for your spell, you are free to cast it. You also can teach your other creature the Mastery by paying the Mentor cost on the card.
ZOCOM and Aeritai
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