"Well isn't this fan-fucking-tastic?!?!" Ian muttered to himself as the Dragoon construct suddenly seemed to go rampant, sending the civvies after everyone. However, Ian didn't seem overly worried, as he still thought this was Alex and Andrea messing up the simulation. As such, he looked towards the viewing bay with another frustrated glare before turning his attention to the scene before him. [i]Okay, I'm getting sick of this whole thing. I know that she's annoyed by this situation, but grow the fuck up already.[/i]

With a sigh, avoided the first leaping construct with a quick shift to shadow form, sending it straight through his incorporeal form. When he re-materialized, his white, blank eyes began to glow as he took a breath. As he inhaled, the entire room suddenly seemed to dim. Shadows grew large than should be possible, and began to twist and twitch into a number of horrid silhouettes that bespoke of hellish-abominations trying to cross the border into this world. Whispers filled the air, speaking in languages long dead, leaving only the primal emotion behind the words to be understood by those who heard them.

And then, after a moment that felt like an eternity, came the exhale. With the outgoing breathe came a veritable wave of shadows that sped along the ground like a thick, black fog, soon covering everything around Ian and still growing. Anyone caught by this substance would be halted, or at least vastly slowed, as the shadows gripped on to their feet and attempted to hold them in place. Not only that, but it would began to spread up and over their body, tendrils of shadows seeking to pull it's prey down to the ground and cover them in shadow. Thinking the simulation was still just a simulation, IAn had little trouble with the fact that his could possibly trap the others as well. He just wanted this all to be over already.

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Ian's Unleash Powers roll: [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1349]8[/url]