Cult of Ustream ~ Official Roleplay 【Main RP Thread】

Clashing resonances of stone and energy generated from the spontaneous thrust--no, launch as soon as the being, in his own prison of shadows, finished the phrase. Nondescript, yet elegant obsidian in the form of a sword rested firmly among the cracked puncture it created upon contact. However, the shifting cell remained completely stable. Its blade narrowly grazed his throat, but went no further. A warning?

"Do not," someone beckoned, voice traced subtly by the imperative nature of the statement, however numbed down by the overall cold, sharp tone, "make your stay more miserable than it already is."

The Crimson Meister did not bother removing the ebony weapon embedded to the sphere. She had been clear enough. Piercing red eyes scanned the scene as the female, appearing to be around eighteen years old, moved slightly from the nearest wall of the Colosseum as the last traces of her veil shred into nothingness, silvery white hair immediately distinguishable. Lingering sparks of active energy circled one of her hands, both covered by black gloves; she was strangely, completely weaponless. Her outfit was also almost completely black, but possessing a certain pattern and style that has become well-known among the members of the Cult of Ustream...

She was Espira Xirro.

 

"Well, you may call me Gaga, Mr. Darius." Gaga smiled, "It's a little nickname that's picked up around here a lot lately." With that comment, she silenced herself with a little bit of regret of ever really saying anything. She knew that she lied to everyone saying Gaga was her true name. What made her feel worse was the fact that she couldn't keep up her little play for long. At one point someone will hear her name- or perhaps some soldiers from the 2nd Reair would come to Ustream often to relay messages from the Imperial Circle and other business. All in all, she was going to be revealed sooner or later. Gaga sighed upon the thought, scratching her head slightly to break the silence. " What a very unusual thing you were doing earlier. Perhaps you can teach me?" She giggled.

With a slight groan, Vale left Gaga's room without a word. However, his thoughts were slightly active with wonder. Where had his madam go? The Scarlet Gunslinger remained naturally nonchalant while thinking, his bare feet walking down each cold step as the halls echoed his individual step. Once arriving downstairs, Vale look a quick glance towards his right, his scarlet eyes burning unusually with such a flame.

"...Strange that I..." Pausing, Vale shook his head and blinked forcefully. Upon opening his eyes, the hallway itself began to spin wildly, voices....echoes of gunfire ringing in his ears. The world around him looked like a spinning carousel with added, flashing blotches of crimson here and there."...Urgh......N-Not......" Vale growled, summoning an AK-47 and slamming the barrel on the ground forcefully to keep him afoot. The Scarlet gunslinger's voice spoke softly in a dark tone, slightly scratchy and forced."No."

As the tub swirled and emptied out slightly, bubbles- a whole wave of raining bubbles landed on the eager twins. Both of the little cute babies giggled and reached out for them, trying to grab each individual bubble. Ringo gave a slight laugh, then louder as one bubble landed onto his nose. He stopped and gazed for a moment, sparking gray eyes staring into the Un-popped bubble. Then without a warning, it burst into nothing, causing Ringo to snivel slightly.

 

"I'm back my wittle cuttiepies!" A voice broke the slight silence of the bathroom as Starr burst in with a smile. In each hand was a set of cute clothing- her right hand with a very pretty pink dress with a pink ribbon and black dress shoes, and her left hand had an adorable pair of brown shorts, a white shirt, and a red button-up shirt. Starr gave a smile as she walked over to CrazE, planting a cute kiss on his cheek. "They look very sparkly clean! You did a great job." Upon planting that kiss, Rye tilted her head at the weird gesture she had just seen. Looking at her playing brother, Rye giggled and suddenly planted a slobery kiss on his cheek, causing Ringo to squeal and make an ew-face.

Gaga stayed silent for a moment, then took a glance at her blade. Was this instrument causing it? It was baffling to her- she wasn't powerful...was she? "Me..? Or are you saying my blade has a strange energy?" She inquired with a hint of doubt in her tone.

"O-Oh, hello..there.." He whispered, trying to compose himself but failing quite horribly. Vale shut his eyes strongly for a moment in an attempt to keep himself controled but it wasn't working much. That strange, twisted world he saw moments ago became much worse than he had thought.

Opening his eyes widely, everything around him turned dark- endless darkness signifying the great abyss in his very soul. Valerie's voice became a slight echo to Vale, causing him a slight panic as he began to run....and run...and run. No matter how far he went, the only thing reacting to his mortal attempt to escape this...reality was sudden beams of light highlighting the trail in which vale was traveling.
The doors of perception are merely a fantasy which I shall refuse to open again...Valen.. Vale thought, his forehead finally breaking into a sweat.

Do not fall into that open door again..

 

With the mere, almost imperceptibly quick flick of her hand, a second blade, identical to the one already lodged inside the cell of shadows, crashed from another angle, the pointed end stopping dangerously close to the being's neck. Still, the formation of darkness did not even waver from the assault, perhaps a trick of the Trained Assassin? Despite not moving closer or raising her tone of voice, Espira's words were as equally heavy nevertheless, "I very well do."

Obsidian met Dark Mana twice with force as two other swords surged from nowhere, edges barely grazing the space around the apparition but not directly aimed to pierce him, or worse. "Now listen. I do believe you are in no position to start petty arguments whatsoever. I do believe we do not have to stand you, either." with the slightest command of Espira's Body Mana, two more blades impaled the prison from seemingly random angles. "You are testing the boundaries of our patience. It definitely wouldn't be a..." a seventh weapon plunged from above, tilted axis being the only factor preventing it from being driven through his head. "pleasant experience if you dared to tread even further still."

Espira snapped her fingers nonchalantly, her entire demeanor unchanging throughout the act. She did not even appear to be angry for the matter. Slicing sizzles echoed all across the prison of darkness as the blades aligned themselves slowly, threateningly, to point at the alleged "Prince of Darkness", their ebony color fading away just to be replaced by an aggressive scarlet one. Even at the most tiny twitch of his being, the swords would also turn to aim at him. A single thought pattern would be all it would take to send them forward. But she did not intend to do so. At the moment, that is.

"And I will personally assure myself of that."

Seven red swords dissipated into particles of Mana which lazily drifted into nothingness. The sphere of shadows was completely intact.

 

Starr laughed along with CrazE upon seeing Rye try to imitate what she had seen between her parents. It seemed like everyone was enjoying that cute little moment, but Ringo wasn't taking it too kindly. He snorted loudly, rubbing his cheek rapidly as if it was dirty. "You dry them off and I'll dress them- sounds like a plan." she chuckled, "After that, can you take care of them for a while? I need to head on back to HQ to salvage some blueprints."

"Ah! Um...no...how could you say that me and this sword are one?" gasped Gaga, taking a glance at the white blade with a slight curiousity. Darius' words caught to her, however. That blade- no matter where she places it, always seems to appear out of thin air. Gaga imagined that strange phenomenon during a moment of silence, picturing the handle of the sparking white blade shoved out slightly by a literal white rip in the air. Never before had this blade done such a thing when her mother had her hands on it. Maybe it really was part of her. Coughing suddenly, Gaga composed herself and smiled. "Well, back to my thoughts and this conversation huh? Hahah...Well Mr. Darius, I never am the one to point out fallacies among others. So I never really felt comfortable asking if you were blind or not."

Upon stopping momentarily in what seemed to be the middle of an endless dark trail, Vale took a big breath and darted his gaze around carefully. He felt a slight wamrth touch his arm, but..This strange nightmare had no end either way. Not one in sight.

You yourself are aware that you are simply trying to flee from your own self, Valen...But why? You are so close to your destiny, so close to the end of your trail...The one in which you were chosen to walk...

Vale growled out, forming a pistol in his hand and aiming it without hesitation. Mistaken, Oikeus. He hissed under his breath. I follow no trail.
The voice in Vale's head grew deeper, more powerful. A lingering tone of enjoyment floating about. Your denial amuses me to no end. However I have had enough of this delay. You are only one soul away from freeing my me. I /must/ be brought into that world once again. You /must/ obey and help me reach my goal....greatness is but a shot away, Valen...You can break me free, allow me to roam and watch over the planet that should be mine...

No...absolutely not...you only want revenge, and will get it at no cost...you want to rid every being alive in Finlandia. Do you realize what you are about to spark? You realize they have a guardian of their own? Who by the way, caused you to be sealed away in a /fucking blade/ until I came about. You are definately an insane thing aren't you? I will not allow you to control me. And I will definately not allow you to have me take another innocent life away.
With a moment of silence, the dark enviroment around the Scarlet Gunslinger phased into white- a figure dressed in black armor stood in front of him....a spine-tingling crimson gaze locking onto Vale's gaze. There was only one black chain left hugging his armored ankle.
Heh. Very well, your opinion need-not matter to me.
looking back down, the figure laughed without a tone. Because you have crossed through the door of perception once again.

 

"You are pathetic." Espira dismissed the trapped apparition with a hand, her voice carrying a certain sense of finality, allowing him to continue rambling as she approached both. Her red gaze quickly flicked from Jason to... Kyton, was it? She considered the question for a couple of seconds...

"No. Rather, we should find out a way to contain it. I am certain it has several answers for my questions, or any of us', for the matter."

Most remained unanswered, however. She would have, however, directed her attention at making Darkside cooperate if it were not for the fact that, the whole Cult had been practically terrorized by an extremely powerful automaton known only as the Black Assassin. It was surprising, even after more than a month of his appearance, that he was supposedly sealed inside crazE's mind. Even more surprising is that he happened to know something about her she did not. Espira could clearly recall the shadow being's words. That, however, is something I will figure out sometime else. her thoughts trailed back to Kyton's question.

"He could be useful," Espira replied rather idly, "Though he seems to be having issues cooperating altogether."

 

"I'm sure you can manage, CrazE...Thats why you're a Daddy- Their daddy." Starr smiled, placing over Ringo and Rye's clothing on a counter and then reaching out for a towel. Ringo squealed and snuggled against the warm towel with glee, feeling quite energized and ready to take on the morning. Even if he was a mere infant, the boy had some pretty important issues to handle. Most important of all being this: What magic did his father use to make these flying orbs of wonder called "Bubbles". He cooed, looking over at the tub with intrigue. Starr then grabbed little Rye with her towel, cleaning off her little one gently while her little girl poked around her eye at the bubbly wonderland she was in earlier.

Vale hissed and opened fire rapidly, myriad of scarlet bullets heading and spreading out like an infernal fan-like wall of imminent doom. The Scarlet Gunslinger darted his eyes quickly to his sides- left, clear, right, clear as well. However, his efforts were very noneffective. Oikeus quickly tugged his chain in a rapid split second and ripped it out from the 'ground' in which the duo were about to duel in. With such a grace and a grand control of speed, the trapped incarnate god's metalic black boots clacked forcefully as Oikeus backflipped and nearly missed every bullet. Vale simply chuckled under his breath, forming two revolvers in his hands as he blinked and literally stopped the remaining energy bullets from moving. "Do recall that you and I share one destiny- One talent. And that is the... Spinning his dual-revolver combo, he suddenly vanished. Only an echoing slit of venom was muttered out of his breath while the entire room covered with still bullets began to slowly inch closer- leaving off literal rips of black outlined with bright, ethereal scarlet which began to piece apart this very unusual mind-land. Airrtri auf triekva!

Riiiiip. ​

A very violent and loud rupture disturbed Oikeus and held him in his place. Barely having enough time to look up, the eerie void-like rips expanded as each bullet hit his black armor, barely penetrating it. But it wasn't all. Vale suddenly phased in front of the very surprised god, holding up his revolvers and looking down at Oikeus as the linear void rips began to attach their ends on the ends of his guns. Oikeus snarled, rearing his black claws near the Gunslinger. What- What is this turn of events I see!? Vale went silent, only holding up his revolvers as he suddenly jerked his body back to his side and pulled- or rather, tossed, Oikeus away. Using the void energy as a sort of "rope" and the bullets as 'hooks' in a way, Vale had almost absolute control over Oikeus. All he wanted was to bound this crazy beast like a hog, however, was this bold move bound to backfire? On the outside of this internal conflict, of course, clear scarlet markings began to slither down Vale's hand as the result of his energy being 'activated'. His were eyes blinking rather slowly while he couldn't even hear Valerie anymore. Clearly, he was far too lost in his subconscious to even react.

Great power..? Why does he keep telling me of that..? "Oh...wow, Mr. Darius...what beautiful eyes you have.." Gaga whispered to herself, gazing upon Darius' wondrous pools that were his eyes. "Now, of course.." Chuckling, she walked a little closer while her rose pink eyes observed the man closely. A slight and sudden buzz sinking into her inner thought as she shook them out again. "Now that I understand your eyes better, I'd say that I want them now. To see things nobody else could was something I always wanted to do...as...a little girl."

 

Espira noticed the motion immediately, eyes calmly travelling along as Kyton approached the apparition's imprisonment. Even though he was rendered completely helpless by the sphere Lord X-Giga-X had used back then, there was still the fact Darkside managed to turn into a gargantuan aberration which--albeit temporarily--posed an actual threat to the Cult before he was inexplicably almost completely drained of power. The Crimson Meister spoke up as soon as Darkside had finished,

"I suppose this is enough of the Colosseum for one day, would you think so?" it was clear her statement was directed at the group. She cast one last glance at Darkside.


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Help.​

Casting away a dreamlike essence permeating the realms of his subconscious, the transmitted signal felt beyond physical... Was it another trigger the deepest, instinctual part of his brain had pulled? Blue irises focused on an undefined point of space, the whole view tilted roughly ninety degres due to his position, as he blinked awake. He pulled himself up, shifting into a sitting position at the edge of the bed as the early morning sun illuminated his temporary room. The Hill Laboratory's guest rooms were much smaller than the Cult Headquarters', but he could not complain. It was definitely better than having nothing at all...

He scanned the room as if it was the first time he had seen it. In fact, the boy had been staying there for at least five days, since the aforementioned building was practically in ruins due to the brutal battle against the Black Assassin, several days ago. Shuddering at the uncomfortable memory, he let it drift aside as his gaze darted from a rather haphazard arrange of belongings piled up on top of a nearby table to the window, glass panels revealing the nature beyond. He remained there for a couple of seconds, staring off into the horizon... the view was quite amazing, for the Sky Serpent's home was on top of a nearby hill.

The Diclonius was around sixteen years old, based on records of his existence, and it had been merely two months since he arrived at Euthora. He ran a hand through his obsidian black hair, messy but not quite wild either, as he now stood up, gaze trailing across the room. He was pale, as he, for almost the entirety of his life, had been confined inside a facility named GARNET ever since his birth.

He was a weapon.​

"S-Shadow! Shadow I need help!"

He was Shadow Version 27.​

Adrenaline pumped through his veins at the words, as faint and distant they were. However, the rational part of Shadow's brain blocked the elicited response--the Black Assassin was no more. A certain level of terror lacking in her tone also suggested nobody was in immediate danger. The Diclonius refocused, traversing the room quickly and opening the door, which lead to the second floor hallway. It was vaguely reminiscent of the actual Cult Headquarters, but it lacked a sense of fondness he had grown accustomed to.

Shadow cautiously peeked, hearing lightly echoing footsteps approach the area, and ventured further to look at the source. Evidently, a clearly agitated Valerie finished ascending an unseen flight of stairs several meters away.

"W-what's wrong?"

 

Upon bounding the god under his void 'ropes', the Scarlet Gunslinger hissed and vanished once again. The heavy sounds of running echoing throughout this dream world distracted Oikeus slightly. However, he wasn't going to take this- not from a /kid/. Once Vale appeared, Oikeus spun slightly and tossed Vale down to the floor with his sheer force. Finally. Vale's eyes snapped right open upon feeling his body impact the cold floor bellow. GRRRAH- He groaned out, loosing grip of his revolvers as he quickly looked up at Oikeus.

It's my turn, boy.​

Raising up his foot, the trapped god smirked coldly. Before Vale could even reply, everything phased out...a roaring sound of metal clashing against something brutally occupied what seemed to be a wasteland battlefield.

And it's your turn...to finish your job.​

With a rapid quick of the hand, Vale's riffle suddenly vanished just as Valerie yelled for help. He raised his marked hand quickly at her, forming a desert eagle in his fingertips. Was this...really the end of her? Or the beginning of something horrendous?

"No no! I didn't mean it like that!" Gaga nervously said, backing away slowly upon seeing Darius back off. He seemed quite disturbed. "I don't want to poke out your eyes...I really don't...I just....just wanted to feel- see things of this reality which I couldn't see before..see past the material world's pain...I wanted to see things that...that... Upon saying that, the glow in her eyes faded away. Once again those memories of her childhood.....no- No, she couldn't let that come back. Silence took over.

"...I-I'm sorry...I need to go.."She whispered.