Post by The Librarian on Apr 25, 2010 18:25:02 GMT -7
11:52:58 [-§§-Token-§åcro§åñc±] «« Delicate vibrations of inward fluxes distort the center origin of the arrival. Reverberating cries of perpetual sorrow pierce the tranquility of the once serene snow masked terrain, unveiling the coming of the Sacrosanct. Transcending Threads writhe their way through the fabrics, engraving Sacrosanctic runic scriptures, in an onyx aura, into the atmosphere. The fluent tip of each Threads caresses the fabrics, as this elaborate work of unseen art is displayed before the observing eyes of none. Void of life, this land awaits its dictator. Catastrophic intentions annihilate the runes, as the distorted sections are engulfed in an array of vermillion hatred. Transmetal dominance leaks into plain view, as existence itself is shuttered and broken into a hole. Reflecting its once true grace, the land is blindly restored into its former beauty, as a mini-atmosphere itself remains camouflaged within. Like a chameleon, the Sacrosanct God takes shape, as those seeping transmetal current solidify into divine <c>
11:53:01 [-§§-Token-§åcro§åñc±] </c> breadth, granting the Sacrosanct sentience. Translucent Threads of Ambit shatter the camouflage of the sphere, granting a visual to Token. Hues cloaked by his lids, as well as his entire breadth with obsidian thread, he awaits his age old foe. »»
11:55:20 «Å°Å»£okanas_Ðemona The snow fell, blanketing what used to be a thick plane of wheat and grain. The trees scattered here and there gave a bit of contrast to the endless sea of white. Loki stood knee deep within the snow, his cape flailing wildly in the heavy gusts. Statuesque, Loki was, a firm grip on the hilt of the Ragnarok, Expecting Token to come.
12:11:20 [-§§-Token-§åcro§åñc±] «« As the Threads of Ambit grant presence in this foreign terrain via weaving through-out the fabrics, presenting enigmatic dominance of what surrounds Token. Subtle exhales permeate from the depths of Token, as oxygen flows inward and out, granting no purpose for the action itself. Elementary thoughts, conveying little initiative for first strike, flow throughout the complex and extravagant mind of the Sacrosanct. Rippling effects of these exhales lead towards an echoing memory in the distance, as if the world about follow in the same footsteps. Potential entities, resuming afloat about the exterior, await purpose, rather than just mere existence. »»
12:33:03 [«Å°Å»£okanas_Ðemona] The massive Black fur cape desintegrated into nothing, as blackened tendrils began to jut out from the back of Loki. They were dying threads of the Transmundane, generally used for what he calls the 'Garden hose effect'. They were lashing about, barely palpable to the naked eye. Though to Token, Loki was sure they were very vivid. They then began to blink in and out of existance, almost like a receiver losing it's connection. Suddenly, they would return once more. Loki closed his eye, as thick, dark blood dripped from his lips. The taste of blood brought him through a state of haemophoria, only solidifying his resolve. These threads were merely extentions of the transmundane it'self, capsulized within the fabrics, bent to Loki's will. They were shot forth like harpoons towards Token. As they began to develope, Barriers shot out from the fabrics like massive net guns towards Token, keeping everything volitile or possibly volitile within the barriers. It was then that the stability of the threads were
12:33:09 [«Å°Å»£okanas_Ðemona] Comprimised, spewing all that is the chaotic disarray of the Transmundane, pushing, pulling, Up turning to down, left turning to right. Such a disorganized wave of energy crashing over Token would result in anything but a life of peace, much less a life. Loki, however would not dare puncture the barriers, as they would cause what was unleashed upon Token to be unleashed upon all planes of existance, Causing each plane to bleed together, and eat away at the fabrics that keep each plane stable.
12:56:00 [-§§-Token-§åcro§åñc±] «« Rather, as the sphere in which Token resides in, was mentioned previous, subtle hints of it being more was given. Two existences were overlapping, the extension of the Sacrosanct's, and the mundane existence in which the Nexxus resided in. This sphere was the last phase of his entrance, the fabrics of space itself bent around this other origin, with little disorder to the flow of space. The Threads of Ambit, spewing photons of imagery, reflected the position in which the Sacrosanct was designed to take shape in. Rather, a precaution due to interest was taken. Cliché projection attack was 'forseen' and taken into consideration. The Threads of Ambit themselves open a conduit between the two existences, as the barriers of energy and the Transmundane itself, projected towards that of oblivion, as the actually dimensions began to become disoriented. As the Casmir Effect allowed oblivion to remain separate from this, an offensive maneuver manifested. Similar to a ripple, the fabrics of space were tossed, <c>
12:56:03 [-§§-Token-§åcro§åñc±] </c> as a path between existence and oblivion was shortly granted. Shooting forth like an arrow head, space would part for a moment or two in a thin line, as nonexistence flowed forth towards Loki as a rate in which existence itself broke before the torso of Demona, allowing oblivion itself to leak directly towards him. Space itself resealed behind this line, minus the very head of it, which spewed these negating entities towards his foe. »»
13:24:02 [«Å°Å»£okanas_Ðemona] With a faint grin, He knew Token was only messing around. Surely Token knew that Loki was soulbound to the transmundane. Before the entities of oblivion could spew in Loki's direction, the ends of these 'hoses' would be capped as soon as they were opened. To force a target, Loki would need an entity of embodiment. The now-stable threads began to scour this existance and the next, Searching for Token's celestial entity, or whatever entity forces this being to become adimant. The strings separating this world and the next began to vibrate wildly, almost as if sending a homing beacon for Token. Soon he was found, and the entities took flight towards Token at an impalpable gait. The threads were set on three separate wavelengths, Blinking in and out of existance, and replacing each other as each thread would vanish. Using Tokens entity of embodiment as a homing beacon, the threads would attempt to-one at a time- pierce his essence. The strings surrounding Token would fluctuate rapidly, keeping transport from one
13:24:08 [«Å°Å»£okanas_Ðemona] existance to another from occouring. As soon as these threads were met with the said entities of Token, the cord would be ripped, Causing the threads to shatter, and spew what entities were aforementioned into Token's very being, Causing his body to implode, explode, or turn into heart candy...whatever the strings would allow as the vibrations surrounding Loki's threads began to vibrate randomly and out of sync.
13:52:17 [-§§-Token-§åcro§åñc±] «« As these transmundane threads aimed to seek the Sacrosanct upon his own existence, a problem would occur. Considering Sutivel is part of his whole entity, part of Token's separated existence was designed to hold similar conditions to that of Sutivel's environment. Anti-omniversal flood the transmundane as it aims to restore balance to the existence. As these two entities would collide, balance was sought through the restoration of the transmundane's primordial state, nothingness. Being as all was assumed to come from nothingness, all must be recycled and turned back into its original form so new life could be created. Such a breech in the existence's tranquility triggered a rather chaotic effect. Seeping forth, the universe itself aimed to interfere with Loki's existence, aiming to utterly annihilate the entire origin of the source. As the two universes collided, the anti-omniversal entities would seep into existence, obsidian tides of perpetual negation, the universe itself began to die, so another <c>
13:52:21 [-§§-Token-§åcro§åñc±] </c> could be conjured in the multiverse. Loki was the central origin of the source of threat, thus the anti-omniversal entities targeted him. If strays or the transmundane itself entirely, somehow, got passed the anti-omniversal entities, the Threads of Ambit would swarm the Transmundane, aiming to wrap about the very strings that comprise it, and break it, causing a rather volatile reaction to occur, as the Threads of Ambit aimed to follow these tendrils straight to the source. »»
11:53:01 [-§§-Token-§åcro§åñc±] </c> breadth, granting the Sacrosanct sentience. Translucent Threads of Ambit shatter the camouflage of the sphere, granting a visual to Token. Hues cloaked by his lids, as well as his entire breadth with obsidian thread, he awaits his age old foe. »»
11:55:20 «Å°Å»£okanas_Ðemona The snow fell, blanketing what used to be a thick plane of wheat and grain. The trees scattered here and there gave a bit of contrast to the endless sea of white. Loki stood knee deep within the snow, his cape flailing wildly in the heavy gusts. Statuesque, Loki was, a firm grip on the hilt of the Ragnarok, Expecting Token to come.
12:11:20 [-§§-Token-§åcro§åñc±] «« As the Threads of Ambit grant presence in this foreign terrain via weaving through-out the fabrics, presenting enigmatic dominance of what surrounds Token. Subtle exhales permeate from the depths of Token, as oxygen flows inward and out, granting no purpose for the action itself. Elementary thoughts, conveying little initiative for first strike, flow throughout the complex and extravagant mind of the Sacrosanct. Rippling effects of these exhales lead towards an echoing memory in the distance, as if the world about follow in the same footsteps. Potential entities, resuming afloat about the exterior, await purpose, rather than just mere existence. »»
12:33:03 [«Å°Å»£okanas_Ðemona] The massive Black fur cape desintegrated into nothing, as blackened tendrils began to jut out from the back of Loki. They were dying threads of the Transmundane, generally used for what he calls the 'Garden hose effect'. They were lashing about, barely palpable to the naked eye. Though to Token, Loki was sure they were very vivid. They then began to blink in and out of existance, almost like a receiver losing it's connection. Suddenly, they would return once more. Loki closed his eye, as thick, dark blood dripped from his lips. The taste of blood brought him through a state of haemophoria, only solidifying his resolve. These threads were merely extentions of the transmundane it'self, capsulized within the fabrics, bent to Loki's will. They were shot forth like harpoons towards Token. As they began to develope, Barriers shot out from the fabrics like massive net guns towards Token, keeping everything volitile or possibly volitile within the barriers. It was then that the stability of the threads were
12:33:09 [«Å°Å»£okanas_Ðemona] Comprimised, spewing all that is the chaotic disarray of the Transmundane, pushing, pulling, Up turning to down, left turning to right. Such a disorganized wave of energy crashing over Token would result in anything but a life of peace, much less a life. Loki, however would not dare puncture the barriers, as they would cause what was unleashed upon Token to be unleashed upon all planes of existance, Causing each plane to bleed together, and eat away at the fabrics that keep each plane stable.
12:56:00 [-§§-Token-§åcro§åñc±] «« Rather, as the sphere in which Token resides in, was mentioned previous, subtle hints of it being more was given. Two existences were overlapping, the extension of the Sacrosanct's, and the mundane existence in which the Nexxus resided in. This sphere was the last phase of his entrance, the fabrics of space itself bent around this other origin, with little disorder to the flow of space. The Threads of Ambit, spewing photons of imagery, reflected the position in which the Sacrosanct was designed to take shape in. Rather, a precaution due to interest was taken. Cliché projection attack was 'forseen' and taken into consideration. The Threads of Ambit themselves open a conduit between the two existences, as the barriers of energy and the Transmundane itself, projected towards that of oblivion, as the actually dimensions began to become disoriented. As the Casmir Effect allowed oblivion to remain separate from this, an offensive maneuver manifested. Similar to a ripple, the fabrics of space were tossed, <c>
12:56:03 [-§§-Token-§åcro§åñc±] </c> as a path between existence and oblivion was shortly granted. Shooting forth like an arrow head, space would part for a moment or two in a thin line, as nonexistence flowed forth towards Loki as a rate in which existence itself broke before the torso of Demona, allowing oblivion itself to leak directly towards him. Space itself resealed behind this line, minus the very head of it, which spewed these negating entities towards his foe. »»
13:24:02 [«Å°Å»£okanas_Ðemona] With a faint grin, He knew Token was only messing around. Surely Token knew that Loki was soulbound to the transmundane. Before the entities of oblivion could spew in Loki's direction, the ends of these 'hoses' would be capped as soon as they were opened. To force a target, Loki would need an entity of embodiment. The now-stable threads began to scour this existance and the next, Searching for Token's celestial entity, or whatever entity forces this being to become adimant. The strings separating this world and the next began to vibrate wildly, almost as if sending a homing beacon for Token. Soon he was found, and the entities took flight towards Token at an impalpable gait. The threads were set on three separate wavelengths, Blinking in and out of existance, and replacing each other as each thread would vanish. Using Tokens entity of embodiment as a homing beacon, the threads would attempt to-one at a time- pierce his essence. The strings surrounding Token would fluctuate rapidly, keeping transport from one
13:24:08 [«Å°Å»£okanas_Ðemona] existance to another from occouring. As soon as these threads were met with the said entities of Token, the cord would be ripped, Causing the threads to shatter, and spew what entities were aforementioned into Token's very being, Causing his body to implode, explode, or turn into heart candy...whatever the strings would allow as the vibrations surrounding Loki's threads began to vibrate randomly and out of sync.
13:52:17 [-§§-Token-§åcro§åñc±] «« As these transmundane threads aimed to seek the Sacrosanct upon his own existence, a problem would occur. Considering Sutivel is part of his whole entity, part of Token's separated existence was designed to hold similar conditions to that of Sutivel's environment. Anti-omniversal flood the transmundane as it aims to restore balance to the existence. As these two entities would collide, balance was sought through the restoration of the transmundane's primordial state, nothingness. Being as all was assumed to come from nothingness, all must be recycled and turned back into its original form so new life could be created. Such a breech in the existence's tranquility triggered a rather chaotic effect. Seeping forth, the universe itself aimed to interfere with Loki's existence, aiming to utterly annihilate the entire origin of the source. As the two universes collided, the anti-omniversal entities would seep into existence, obsidian tides of perpetual negation, the universe itself began to die, so another <c>
13:52:21 [-§§-Token-§åcro§åñc±] </c> could be conjured in the multiverse. Loki was the central origin of the source of threat, thus the anti-omniversal entities targeted him. If strays or the transmundane itself entirely, somehow, got passed the anti-omniversal entities, the Threads of Ambit would swarm the Transmundane, aiming to wrap about the very strings that comprise it, and break it, causing a rather volatile reaction to occur, as the Threads of Ambit aimed to follow these tendrils straight to the source. »»