Re: The Grand Battle [Starring Eximo Pulvis!]
10-25-2009, 05:01 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Dragon Fogel.
Heeding the girl's advice, Eximo returned to the crystal. It could see Aeon and Luther in the middle of a discussion, but it took no interest in what they were saying.
Near Luther was the other amalgamation it had been told of. It seemed to be trying to move towards his body, but the crystal's energy continued to push it back. Eximo moved closer, hoping to satiate its hunger.
It reached out to touch the other amalgamation. Spirits began flowing into Eximo rapidly; but, like the Elder before them, they struggled at first. And by trying to swallow so many at once, the resistance increased. Soon, the other amalgamation realized what had happened, and managed to break free.
Leave us! it screamed.
We... cannot. Our hunger... must be satisfied... Eximo responded. But it was beginning to feel... different about feeding itself. It began to regret what it was doing. Still, the instinct was too strong to ignore, and it continued with the attempt to struggle.
A lone voice spoke up between the two amalgamations.
I can stop this. But only if you let me.
Do whatever... you must... said the nameless amalgamation, desperate to survive. It split off a single spirit. That spirit thought one single word.
Manifest.
In the middle of the conversation, Aeon suddenly stopped, with a surprised look on his face. Luther turned around to see what had caught his attention.
Behind him, there was an elaborate suit of armor. It was lying on the ground, weakly. Luther thought it looked very familiar, though he couldn't place it.
But Aeon could.
"Dorukomets?"
Heeding the girl's advice, Eximo returned to the crystal. It could see Aeon and Luther in the middle of a discussion, but it took no interest in what they were saying.
Near Luther was the other amalgamation it had been told of. It seemed to be trying to move towards his body, but the crystal's energy continued to push it back. Eximo moved closer, hoping to satiate its hunger.
It reached out to touch the other amalgamation. Spirits began flowing into Eximo rapidly; but, like the Elder before them, they struggled at first. And by trying to swallow so many at once, the resistance increased. Soon, the other amalgamation realized what had happened, and managed to break free.
Leave us! it screamed.
We... cannot. Our hunger... must be satisfied... Eximo responded. But it was beginning to feel... different about feeding itself. It began to regret what it was doing. Still, the instinct was too strong to ignore, and it continued with the attempt to struggle.
A lone voice spoke up between the two amalgamations.
I can stop this. But only if you let me.
Do whatever... you must... said the nameless amalgamation, desperate to survive. It split off a single spirit. That spirit thought one single word.
Manifest.
In the middle of the conversation, Aeon suddenly stopped, with a surprised look on his face. Luther turned around to see what had caught his attention.
Behind him, there was an elaborate suit of armor. It was lying on the ground, weakly. Luther thought it looked very familiar, though he couldn't place it.
But Aeon could.
"Dorukomets?"
Spoiler
There's no reason for this | Or this | Death is inevitable | You can't challenge fate | The smallest change | I'm overwhelmed
I'm serious | It makes perfect sense | Easy as ABC! | I can't even explain it | Cleaning up someone else's mess
I suck | I rule | I've got it made | Really, I'm serious | This bugs me | It's all lies | I want to believe | Beauty is a curse
I'm serious | It makes perfect sense | Easy as ABC! | I can't even explain it | Cleaning up someone else's mess
I suck | I rule | I've got it made | Really, I'm serious | This bugs me | It's all lies | I want to believe | Beauty is a curse