ShadowVentus said
"You'll become a virus...sooner or later, you'll corrupt Mary...but, I guess it's my job to keep her in check as long as I'm still breathing...." With that, Roxas flicks his wrist once more, the chains disappearing. "I'll trust you...for now. Do you have a name?" He asks, considering this new personality of Mary's to be a completely different person in her entirety.
ShadowVentus said
Roxas gets close to her, leaning down to get on her level. "Not until you explain how you even came to be." Roxas states.
ShadowVentus said
"Huh..." Roxas flicks his wrist at Mary and the chains appear once more, wrapping themselves around her at a rapid pace, keeping heis like rooted to the spot. "I thought I had removed you..." Roxas states. "Well, I suppose that's a reason for me being a fool. A confident fool at that." He also says.
ShadowVentus said
"Why are you acting so...mature suddenly?" Roxas asks her.
ShadowVentus said
"Um, did you catch a cold? You sound a bit off..." Roxas remarks.
ShadowVentus said
Roxas again tends to her bleeding eye. "Are you alright?" He simply asks Mary.
ShadowVentus said
He runs over to Mary, shocked by what has happened to her. "Mary...you've got to wake up. You're having a nightmare." Roxas says, tending to her wound all the same.
thewizardguy said
The massive figure takes a single look down at you, and then falls silent. A light seeps through the darkness, and within moments, it grows to blinding. A woman of equal stature to the Chessmaster walks osenses ae chessboard, eight glowing white wings emerging from her back. She has no face, and in each hand she holds a long blade, dripping with fresh blood, an aura of fear and following the woman into the room. Her gown is long and trailing, complete white, and she, also, sits down. You find yourself standing in between two Gods, on the edge of light and darkness."So this is the one you spoke of?" The woman's voice is almost a song, filled with hope and certainty. However, it is the calm, unbroken voice of a killer, one who would not hesitate to slaughter thousands. She ends a shiver down your spine, as well as filling you with confidence. A faceless justice, with no mercy for those who know sin. The face of light in this twisted world, which has no time for pity or compassion."She is indeed. Is she adequate?" The Chessmaster's voice was familiar in a horrifying way. Still it was filled with misery and pain, as if the being it came from longed for death, and it evoked the same emotions in those that heard it. Twisted and evil, corrupting life into something not worth living. It's face is hidden behind a mask of deceit, it's many hands reaching across the land, moving men like chess pieces. The Chessmaster never fails to strike fear into your heart.Shiria, Goddess of Justice and the Divine Light, nods to Chessmaster, Lord of Deception and Despair. The air trembles, as these two beings briefly test one another's might, a matching of wilpower, like the testing of the strength in one's handshake. Then, both sides move their hands. You find yourself unwillingly flung towards Shiria, as a large black gem is moved towards the Chessmaster. "Then, let us finish our business. My time is not my own."There's a flash, a swirling tornado of magic, and then, you're sitting in a wooden cabin, alone. There's a feeling of emptiness, cramptness, the power of the Gods that had been here before your eyes leaving an odd longing for the magic their presence brings. Like a sugar high, however, it soons runs out. The confusion and trembling of your hands, however, would last for a long time yet.