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[indent][sub][[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MiWV2KseKeo] ✦ [/url]] [color=#B9BABC]N E X U S  R E A C T O R.[/color] // [color=b1aba6][i]June 6.[/i][/color] // [color=#B9BABC]W i t h i n  t h e R u i n s.[/color][/sub][/indent][hr]
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[indent][i]S[/i]o they could sense it too. [i]Good.[/i]

The depths of every nook and crevice seemed to swell, expanding beyond the thresholds meant for typical units of overcast gloom. It was enough to require inspection to every crossing and interlacing path of grate and rail, the interior of the Reactor a drone of sound that pitched and made the claps of thunder ominous. The circulations of traveling groans continued to chafe and ground against Ollie's shoulders with every powerful release, making him beyond tense and taut. Within the intensity of his soul he felt the pull of his spirits, each conglomerate of darkness and fire amass in their frenzy, awakened by the sensations of being observed, watched, gleaned from the companionable shadows that only parted by the playful orbs of Eric's own spirits. Ollie swept closer up the line, bringing himself nearly flush against Serenity where he clasped her shoulder and guided her aside, indicating with a quick salute of his fingers to the brief, almost unrecognizable, [i]shift[/i] in the shadows near the catwalk they were currently on. He pointed, briefly, indicating the shimmer of movement, the small glide of something that causes the ebon pools of his perspective to nearly eclipse the sclera into a lagoon of obsidian tar. He leaned down close, bending his height to accompany her stature and breathed a silent whisper, his voice low beneath the shuddering impact of another thunderous roar of the storm outside.

	[color=b1aba6]"See that? We're not alone."[/color]

It was more than mere speculation and wonder, something was indeed there, something was following beneath and above, never crossing onto the same trajectory of there own footfalls, but encroaching close enough to summon their trained and nearly perfected awareness to fruition. He left Serenity, gesturing for her to continue on, to pass the message onto the others ahead of them and swiftly drew his Magus Bow, pulling taut on the string, nocking an arrow with fluidity and panning a swift eye over the catwalk adjacent to them. He waited, breaths swift, almost akin to a hyperventilation to compound the sensitivity of his observation and sight. An archer had impeccable concentration and even the slightest of impairment would ensure failure in their paths, and Ollie thought maybe it was his time spent with Monika that beget this sort of perfectionism. But. [i]He never missed his target.[/i]

Another shimmer of psychical action caused sound and breath to hitch somewhere in his throat, almost sputtering from his lips in a triumphant call as he released his arrow. The whistling penetration was the only indication of disturbance, followed by a rapid clang and terrifying screech, a caterwauling breath of fury and surprise that transpired into a defiant hiss that coiled through Ollie's blood and bones. He ascended up the rest of the catwalk, his chest nearly heaving with the ominous ring of the creature's call of agony, his countenance though betrayed all traces of fear, there in the grooves of facial hair and skin was the presence of pure elation and anticipation.

[i]The hunt begins.[/i]

	[color=b1aba6]"It'll come after us next, whatever it is,"[/color] he began in a soft murmur of a whisper. [color=b1aba6]"I managed to put an arrow in it, it'll be pissed now. So keep your guards up. We need to find those breakers, [i]now.[/i]"[/color] There was no time for stealth and secrecy, the tremors of the storms sounded from the exterior, the Dark Zone weather unleashing all wrath onto the Reactor as rapid rainfall drummed against the shell of the ruins. Cracks of lightning and thunder sounded, and through small vents and windows of ventilation there were brief alabaster flashes of power.

	[color=b1aba6]"[i]Go![/i]"[/color][/indent]

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[indent][i]L[/i]ater, in solitude and remorse, Magdalena would realize - with forlorn detachment and regret - that she could not die. No matter how deeply she desired it.  

She anticipated and expected endeavors of diplomacy gilded with mute and silence threat and pose, that the Guardians would defend their purpose and mission with the loyalty Oak Ridge sired in their souls. Her countenance nearly crippled and fell, recognizing that stalwart conviction, the unwavering method of succession and perfection to their deeds. However, she was disappointed in the initial response, what was rejoined to her inquiry was not what she needed to know. The veteran soldier knew they were after the depths of the mines and the reasons behind the charred paths and rumours circulating, what she [i]needed[/i] was their intentions with the secrets laden within those depths beyond her stance. She, herself, intended no harm, but only to provide and sanction judgement, to protect that which had hidden its self from mortal touch and manipulation. Magdalena knew that something else lurked within their selves, their hearts, for Empathy was crawling ever closer, inch by inch that shadow pressed and teased the barrier of light, intent to focus all emotional gluttony onto their souls to understand the truths of their wants.  

Almost. . .

But, then she sensed Death. The eternal reaper reared forth, it summoned an awakening, it summoned despair and desire for slumber, rest, and the numbness of the void. [i]Nihilism[/i]. The shadows championed by another swirled in a wrath of gloom and pitch, a void of sinister want and need, the macabre instrument promising to sunder, reap and dispose. Magdalena did not move, her visual did not wane, those eyes of swirling Hellfire widened, the rings of serpentine, molten wrath bloomed aglow until the last possible second where thunder did not ring, where the wind stilled and the shadows swarmed in silence and Empathy suddenly latched onto the remaining Guardians. Tendrils of ebon fissures aligned there, splintering briefly before cinching tight and only then did Magdalena finally perform action. 

Or, rather, her shadows did.

The mass of obsidian wraiths that had been spreading aloft and swarming the expanse of the clearing appeared to increase, rising high into the wrath of the wind where a face began to form. If one of mortal comprehension could prescribe such a visage in the common tongue, there was another depth of labels to be sired here, for a hellacious maw where ruby pulsations dominated, forming the infernal jaws of a monstrous apparition. Eyes of boring anger and despair bore down on the woman who deemed to attack, the billowing edges and feathers of black pouring behind to configure the rest of the ominous projection of spiritual wrath. Magdalena's lips parted, trickles and pools of magma sliding forth from her yawned orifice, a terrible shudder waking through her being as the terrible form above her, connected to her, roared at the sythe-wielder. With an extended shadow rocketing from the depths of the pitch around her, much like a gargantuan claw that struck the earth and suddenly swept Magdalena back, barely avoiding the impending strike of the weapon that impaled the soil.

	[color=857D6E]"Do you wish to die so desperately. Do you wish for the pitch of an afterlife, of a deriving path of Fate that I would grant you?"[/color] Her voice trembled, warped, a distorted intonation that reached to her and beyond to the Guardians being touched by Empathy. Magdalena's figure was immediately transitioned, igneous rocks and solids forms broken over her eyes, fanned out into tines and horns, wings of Hell and fissures of solidified magma and shadows decorating limbs and body, penetrating the ancient armour she donned.

	[color=857D6E]"Is this your heart, Selene? Or shall we look deeper?"[/color] 

Figures and wisps of shadows plummeted from the yawning maw of the horrid apparition, the inky tendrils of her utter despair and anguish threatening to envelop Selene.[/indent][hr]

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REACTOR — The ominous feeling of being watched increases. Now they are seeing movements, the depths of shadow conforming. Ollie whispers and warns Serenity, asks her to inform the rest whilst he nocks and arrow and fires in the gloom, making his mark against whatever creature is following, With a terribly screech echoing through the chambers of the Reactor, he whispers to them quickly of what transpired before commanding that they go, and fast.


KINABALU — In response to the attack, Magdalena's spirits form the terrifying face of a monstrous creature that roars at her attacker before being swept back from the group. Empathy has latched onto the Guardians, wishing to know their hearts whilst Magdalena aims to use Verzweiflung on Selene.[/hider][/indent][/indent]