If Inferno really wants the second character I guess.
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@RumikoOhara That one's in like five months.
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Sounds great. If you want her to be a Toa, introduce her to/have her encounter one of the other Matoran who will be looking for the stone.
Thanks. Ooh, that's neat. Can I hear about this character?
That's fine. Thanks for the post. Hey, not to nag, but do you think you could pick a different blue in the future? Or perhaps keep the paragraphs one color, save for dialogue? That particular shade of blue can be hard to read, but I don't know if it's because I was just reading white text or what.
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It's fine. I'm basically guilty of the same.
Bump?
The soft, labored breathing of the stone-still did not belie the chaos within. The short breaths and punctuated exhales, much like that of a large sleeping dog, mirrored the sounds of the rising and fading surf from which he had been hurled not so long ago- not that the ocean was in a calm, with a devil's geometry rising from its depths, drawing in to it a profane mist.
A dark golden ichor seeped from Rodendramon's pierced jaw as another hot breath washed out between the edge of the beach and the start of the city, where the crystal of rage had sent him. The muted sound of shifting flesh and clattering armor were soon overcome as a surge of ichor stained with red flowed from the comatose Mega's throat.
'When was I in the water?'
Jordan mused as he reached the surface. Odd. It was cool. Comfortable. Why was he here? A sensation in his jaw made him look up. Sickening terror filled his soul as a spined tendril reached for him. He recognized the vile form before him. He fought to get away, to reach for his Digivice, but he was unable to change his course, to stop his hand from accepting the creature's presence. And then it spoke. Its words made his heart drop. 'No. No no no NO!' It couldn't be? Why? He couldn't be here! It had to be a lie! And then-
"Desist, or I shall lay thee low."
A shimmering form before him.- Doors opened to reveal Gallantmon. The aggression in his stance was startling. Had he not assisted against the Orci Swarm? No, this was-
-Before a sea of fire, cape billowing in the wind, stood a grand figure, ornate armor shining with rage. In his hand, a sacred Halberd. Behind him, within the flames, a pair of- He was found out. But how? And why Gallantmon? He had no way to know. Was it-
The Sacred Halberd Wyvern was lowered to him- Gram was pointed at his head. The shine from Agies was blinding. He couldn't move. He didn't move. Jordan chose not to move.
Then, everything was back to- wait, no. No it wasn't. Jordan remembered being in an alley with Zei and Dorugamon. They took off and then... nothing. He was standing in front of the others, but Shrewmon wasn't there. Then, Lucas scoffed, and Jordan had enough. The air gathered around him, fluttering about, grasping at his jacket and hair as the shadows seemed to intensify.
"Damnable uncouth upstart..." he growled behind gritted teeth.
Rodendramon lay still, the pool of ichor having spread onto cracked concrete. A seagull, which somehow escaped the carnage, settled itself behind the armored body of the Digimon, letting out an alerting squawk. However, there came no response.
A dark golden ichor seeped from Rodendramon's pierced jaw as another hot breath washed out between the edge of the beach and the start of the city, where the crystal of rage had sent him. The muted sound of shifting flesh and clattering armor were soon overcome as a surge of ichor stained with red flowed from the comatose Mega's throat.
'When was I in the water?'
Jordan mused as he reached the surface. Odd. It was cool. Comfortable. Why was he here? A sensation in his jaw made him look up. Sickening terror filled his soul as a spined tendril reached for him. He recognized the vile form before him. He fought to get away, to reach for his Digivice, but he was unable to change his course, to stop his hand from accepting the creature's presence. And then it spoke. Its words made his heart drop. 'No. No no no NO!' It couldn't be? Why? He couldn't be here! It had to be a lie! And then-
"Desist, or I shall lay thee low."
A shimmering form before him.- Doors opened to reveal Gallantmon. The aggression in his stance was startling. Had he not assisted against the Orci Swarm? No, this was-
-Before a sea of fire, cape billowing in the wind, stood a grand figure, ornate armor shining with rage. In his hand, a sacred Halberd. Behind him, within the flames, a pair of- He was found out. But how? And why Gallantmon? He had no way to know. Was it-
The Sacred Halberd Wyvern was lowered to him- Gram was pointed at his head. The shine from Agies was blinding. He couldn't move. He didn't move. Jordan chose not to move.
Then, everything was back to- wait, no. No it wasn't. Jordan remembered being in an alley with Zei and Dorugamon. They took off and then... nothing. He was standing in front of the others, but Shrewmon wasn't there. Then, Lucas scoffed, and Jordan had enough. The air gathered around him, fluttering about, grasping at his jacket and hair as the shadows seemed to intensify.
"Damnable uncouth upstart..." he growled behind gritted teeth.
Rodendramon lay still, the pool of ichor having spread onto cracked concrete. A seagull, which somehow escaped the carnage, settled itself behind the armored body of the Digimon, letting out an alerting squawk. However, there came no response.
Up through the lower jaw, not down your throat!
Either way it's perioral impalement.
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