One Rule of Time [Moved]

[Anonymous]

Abrupt bright blue light emanated from high above like a star had just generated above the Earth. It lit the dark stormy sky for a brief second and imploded back upon itself.

Giloarfand was at first stunned to realize he was not in his beloved tower standing before his pedestal with his grimoir open in front of him. feeling the rushing air around him, Giloarfand was quick to realize his fast descent to the Earth and clutched his favored staff tighter in his hand as he brought his arm above his head. With a mere blink, he disappeared from the sky with a similar, smaller blast of blue light and reappeared at his point of contact with another burst, still holding his staff above him. Slamming his staff back down to the ground in front of him, a shimmering orb-eclipse enclosed him. This eclipse helped him to react to danger by slowing down physical materials passing through the orb-eclipse.

noticing the temperature of land around him, Giloarfand sniffed the air and smelt sulfur, not much different from the Hell he left moments before. He felt like he'd never left home. looking back up towards the stormy sky, he thought back to his old tower and shed a tear at all the books he had stored there...all the memories.

turning back to world of now and his present position, he release his staff, which stood in place of where he left it and threw his hood back over his head, just like in old times. draping it down so that people couldn't see his missing eyes and clasped his staff. probing the world around, he felt the unnatural heat of a magical fire near him and the divine state of a guardian. Giloarfand's scrying ability picked up on the presence of other beings around him as well, but nowhere near as healthy as the first two. off in the distance he picked up on a large heart thumping and running fast on 4 hooves. Giloarfand perked up and looked in the direction, as if it would help. Did he sense what he thought he had? a demonic angel on horseback?

no, of course not, had to be a trick. but then why would an angel appear to be evil. taking his attention off of the horseback figure, he brought his senses back closer to home. that being was a ways off and wouldn't be able to affect him readily.

Seeing the 8 foot werewolf battling with the guardian and taking ground in the battle brought Giloarfand back to reality. Let alone the fact that the werewolf was engulfed in flames as hot as the pits of Hell, it was also the fact that he could tell he had just rained and those flames were still blazing. Knowing full well that it is best for him to not get involved in something of this massive a scale without knowing anything of the matter, Giloarfand began bringing up shields on top of shields to protect him from various attack forms and finished with an aura of neutrality as he brought his staff once more above his head, but instead of teleporting, he flew back and up slowly into the air and brought his staff down, watching the battle ensue from a safe distance, or so he thought

Watching as the werewolf took his foot and stomped on the ground forming his ring of fire, Giloarfand began to make assumptions of this being’s power and watched as another humaniod stood in the way, only to be tossed aside, but teleporting the guardian away. Giloarfand decides to try and help the magus and teleports from his location over to the slumped form of the woman who had thrust her rapiers into the wolf’s back. He found to his amazement that the woman was still well alive and would make it through, if given enough time.

Thinking back to his days as a young adult, Giloarfand remembered when he would cast a spell on himself when he got injured, simply because he would heal faster. The spell would speed time up for a single individual, but only for recovering. After placing the spell on the woman, Giloarfand turned to the fire and what he had learned in a short amount of time and decided it was best to not simply stand where he was. Instead, he used all of his mental concentration linked with his staff and engulfed everyone closest to him that seemed to have been dealing with this flaming werewolf. In a flash of blue light, and with the reappearance, Giloarfand realized he could not get far this way, he had only gotten them up into the air a good fifty to sixty feet, suspended by his magic, and not being able to accomplish much else but hold the spell.

[Anonymous]

Kireina's eyes narrowed on Kaité as she rolled on through the flames in that barrier. So there was another angel in the area other than Norriden and Noubohri, but she didn't think that the angel was still mobile. This was a good thing, a good surprise. But the words that Kaité spoke to her didn't reassure her of her decision to take Sizzlebeast on. And before she could even protest what she was up to, she felt the coolness from the lack of flames around her. She blinked several times and took a look around. A roof? No! This wasn't what she had in mind. Taking on the beast was what she had in mind. But here Kaité had gone and moved her to a safe spot. Well, if it was safe, she didn't know. There didn't seem to be a place safe with that Fire Bringer running around and destroying things on its rampage. Damnit.

Her eyes followed Kaité through the chaos, straight to the fling by Noubohri. Oh, this just wasn't getting any better and nothing seemed to be getting through to that werewolf. What a day this was really turning out to be. A bad one for the record without a doubt. Letting her wings fold up behind herself, she looked over toward Kaité one moment and then the next an old sage was next to her. Odd, she hadn't sensed him in the area. What an odd turn of events, hopefully he'd keep the angel that was down safe. Now Kireina could focus, no one else to cut in for the moment unless the sage decided to. hopefully he wouldn't. She was getting to distracted from it and eventually she wouldn't have the patience to go through with fighting the beast. Let alone the nerve to. That couldn't be lost.

One booted foot rested on the edge of the building's roof and the other pushed her off the edge. Her wings didn't spread to lift her into the air. Rather she plummeted toward the ground, above the pillar of flames that was Sizzlebeast. Her wings molded into water with the rest of her just a few feet above the Fire Bringer. The mass of liquid flushed over the flames, wrapping them from top to bottom and the whole width of the werewolf. With a small shimmer of blinding light the water solidified into a giant ice crystal, Kireina's form tumbling toward the ground; her wings gone from her back. Her hair was a mess, and looked like it needed a brush taken to it. Her pale eyes lifted to look at the crystal as she took in deep breaths -- exhaustion -- as she pushed herself to being on her hands and knees.

If this didn't do something . . . She'd just place her head under the Fire Bringer's foot and let him crush it. She had nothing left. This was the last thing she could do, that would ever hope to have an effect on the beast. What a loss that would be if all that energy and her wings were wasted for nothing. Kireina would never be able to live with herself if this all failed. Those wings . . . If it failed, she could only pray that they'd return to her. She didn't want to know what it was like to go about being a Guardian Angel without wings. Hell, she wouldn't. She wasn't even sure if she'd be considered an angel after that . . . God, what horrid thoughts she had going through her mind now. Bad timing, too.

[Anonymous]

A short time span passes and nothing happens. The core of the crystalization suddenly begins to turn red. After a little more time, the crystal formation shatters out and melts rapidly into a rather large puddle of water around the Fire Bringer. He's no longer flaming and the water at his feet isn't evaporating like it should. The water is steaming and so is the Fire Bringer as he breathes heavily over the loss of energy. That weakened him enough to open a window of sorts, but he still seems to be fully intact. Before the chaotic lupine could gather enough energy to make any movements, a feminine figure steps into the puddle of water almost as if she appeared out of thin air. The scantidly clad woman stands behind Sizzlebeast at a distance, but still in the same puddle of water, with a grin on her face. All that is noticeable as clothing on her is her black leather bikini-like top and the black leather miniskirt. Her black hair stops at about waist level while she beams out at the Fire Bringer with blue eyes.
"Did the pooch run out of breathe?" The woman speaks in a bit of a seductive tone. She places her hands on her hips as she cocks her grin a little higher to the left a little more. Sizzlebeast spins around to glare at the woman with his firey glow of eyes. This is not a time to taught a superbeing. Is the woman mad? The femme then crouches down and holds her hand out above the water.
"You can rage and flair about all you want, but even the most power ful of creatures have their weaknesses. For you, is seems your weakness needs a little help to succeed." With that said and done, her arm sparks a bit before a jolt of electricity shoots out of her palm and slams into the small body of water. The entire puddle then becomes coated with an extra layer of electricity, grabbing hold of Sizzlebeast in the process. He stands being electrified for a good long moment before the current finally stops. The woman stands back up as the Fire Bringer drops forward. The chaos has finally ended.

[Anonymous]

The fire had ceased and the air seemed to lighten a bit, but Giloarfand puzzled to himself. Is it over? is it clear to come out from under the load?

He was hovering over the earth, not just encompassing himself in this spell, but other beings as well, injured and possibly critical. Giloarfand knew not whether his new charges were on the side of the troublemakers or the do-gooders for this battle, it made little difference to him. He knew that if his charges were to be punished after this fight, he would step aside. Giloarfand believed himself to be in the right with his actions, after all, should his charge be the wrong doers, it isn't as if Giloarfand is trying to revive them, merely keep them from getting killed by an action not taken towards them.

However, should his charges be of whoever comes out of the fight alive, he shall leave the charges with their friends and help to revive from there, glad enough to have possibly saved them from passing on back to a world that he had just come from himself.

Giloarfand thought for a minute, looking over the woman who had taken the beast down. obviously a powerful magic user. but that was of no concern to him. his concern was merely keeping the fallen alive and letting the battle go as it may. he saw below him two beings that could possibly continue the fight and laying on the ground...a sizzling being laying a small pool of water, another being in need of safety as Giloarfand thought of it.

Reaching down with a probe of magical energy, Giloarfand grasped the beast securely and slowly lifted him from the ground, bringing him closer to the rest of the injured and himself. He strained under the load of bodies, his veins in his head began to swell and expand, pushing towards the surface and showing the cumbersome weight and it's effects on the old sage. every muscle in his frail body began to tense and flickers of light danced along Giloarfand's fingertips from the drain of magical energies in his body, the intensity of keeping these people suspended, hopefully out of harms way and stable. he kept his senses probing the world around him, but except for that, there was not much else the elder could do.

[Anonymous]

Life had gone on with little or no new trial for Flame since she had last been out in the open world.  Her last visit had brought her to meet the one and only Sizzlebeast whom had been in search of some lost love.  Shimmering green eyes roll as this thought comes flooding back to the bronzed beauty.   Donned  in a silken blouse, bound by the blackest of leather corsets, and a short skirt of Flame had aged none in her appearance in the years that she had been away, training with the mage of time, and her beauty had only become more of an attraction to others. the same leathers  Flames choice of movement was her ilustrious batlike wings. Travel had been tiresome, though there was something that pulled her to it, a force that she had not been subject to in some time, not since the last time she had.....  "it's not possible....." Flame sang out as her mind raced to the time she had meet another much like herself.... "could it really be him?"  A flit of her wings brought her sleek form within miles of the disasterious scene that lay within the Adela village, the smell of burt woods, chared cements and steam flooded her nasal cavity like nothing else had ever done before.  Glimpsing about at the devistation Flames eyes setteled on a form that was so much like that of her Sizzle, the only friend she had ever known, a sence of familiarity taking hold brought her intuition into play, that was he who had befriended her so long ago, and he was hurt, laying face down in a puddle of water that he had surely not chossen to be in.

Reaching her slender arm out above his motionless form Flame flipped her wrist like one would do while playing with a yo-yo pulling Sizzelbeasts form from the puddle with the ease and grace of a figure skater, while folding her wings only enough to bring her feet from the mushy ground.  A ball of white hot fire burning in the other in an attempt to produce enough heat the dry the soaked creature.  Landing just feet beyond the puddle Flame released her hold of Sizzle, laying him gently beside her and placing her worming fire beside them both.  A worried yet calm looked placed easily uponher angelic face, slender legs tucked preciously beneath her rear as she rested on her heals leaning forward over the motionless form one finely toned hand resting upon the ground while the other was raised above the beast warming him with a fire s heat.  This a trick she had learned from the mage when he had told her... "one need only think of the heat for a fire to burn hot."

[Anonymous]

[OOC: -Is confused.- Forgive me if something in this post does not fit right, I'm definitely confused about all this at the moment. xD]

Kireina was pissed, there was no easy way of putting it. Nor was there a simple way of covering it up. There's no way to cover the sort of anger she felt. Her wings were gone, no getting those back. Ever. Yet despite the fact of it not killing that bastard of a beast, she was able to be slightly pleased it had slowed him down tremendously. She still wished it had killed him now; even if that was against all she truly stood for in the long run.

Her mind hazed in and out from the scene that her eyes had been taking in the last several hand fulls of moments. That back of hers ached, and tingled with the sense of lost limbs. Damn it, she had lost two limbs after all. That was a large adjustment on its own. Ah, she'd manage. It wasn't like she was completely lost without them. What was travelling on foot like anyhow? New experience to have. What joy, she thought sarcastically.

Gazing beyond the long strands of silverish white that feel before her young eyes, she managed to sit herself up with her arms behind her for support, looking on toward the woman that had appeared in the large puddle of water from nowhere. And as she took him out, Kireina couldn't help but feel a little overlooked in the whole situation. But hell, she had gotten that demonic angel out of there, and slowed the beast. There was a bit of pride she felt. A whole point for her.

Demonic angel . . . Just how far would that stallion that had been trailing after her have taken that awkward being? She didn't want to know, and it would be a long walk to finding out. Now wasn't the time, she was tired out. Yeah, so tired that her arms gave way and her back slammed onto the moist ground she was on. The long leather jacket she wore spread out on the ground behind her, the buckle that was just over her collar bone unlatched and allowed the front to fall loose.

Ah, freedom.

The red gem encrusted in the collar vanished, and her automatic reflexes brought her left hand up to feel for it. So, it wasn't a fluke. She was free of the whole new guardian gig. Oh, what havoc she planned on wreaking after today. But first! There was that long nap that was needed and it was just so tempting to take it right now. Even if something came up and wanted to take a bat at her, sleep was above everything else at this point in time.

[Anonymous]

Morrigan noticed the lone, wingless angel fall back onto her back. She turn her attention in that very direction and began towards her. It didn't take long for the electrical woman to cross the small body of water and reach Kireina. She then crouches down beside her and gently places a hand on her cheek.
"As far as the situation escalated, you faught valiantly. I wouldn't have brought down the beast if not for your efforts. I'm sure Lord Brevedor thanks you as well." After her brief words, Morrigan stands up and turns back around to stand in slight bewilderment if any. There's now a winged girl supporting Sizzlebeast's fallen form. Where ever did she come from? No matter. The struggle has ended. Hopefully for good. Finally, Morrigan turns her attention to the floating old man, keeping guard of Noubohri and Kaité's unconscious states.
"The fight is over now! You can come down with those two now!" Morrigan calls up to the old man. Hopefully he understands what she means. Sizzlebeast slowly comes to, but not quite. He still needs some time to recover. The warmth around him is certainly helping in his process.

[Anonymous]

(OOC: skipping right over trying to get Sizzle, going to act like i had never said i would, simply to clear it up a bit)

seeing that the fighting had ceased and all those left to their devices were not combating each other, Giloarfand safely presumed that the people had either come to their senses to end this battle or their point was proven to the other side of the battle. Giloarfand began to wonder how he would be accepted by such a wide range of beings in one area. these people obviously had plenty of power between them and he didn't want to have a rough start in this new world. He looked on as the woman who took out the flaming wolfwere approached the fallen guardian. He wondered if maybe the fight wasn't quite over.

He watched with his blind sight as the woman turn around towards the new arrival and then towards him. he heard her voice, the first calm voice he has heard since he reached this new world. he couldn't fully understand the woman, so it was obvious to him that the language of the people had changed right along with the world, as was expected. after waiting a few more minutes to see any action from this woman, whether she would come after him or not, Giloarfand came to his final decision that she had tried to inform him the battle is over...at least, he hoped that is what she meant.

Giloarfand carefully loosened his grip over his leviation spell, much like how someone would let go of a tightly cranked rope. slow and jerky, Giloarfand and his two charges came back down to the earth. Giloarfand dropped the spell as he landed not far from the guardian and the woman. letting go of his staff, leaving it hovering next to him, Giloarfand straightened out his robes and shrugging of the fatigue of holding such a spell for some time.

Before grabbing his staff again, Giloarfand took a few steps past the fallen beings and reached up towards his hood. Clutching the fabric, Giloarfand thought for a second what these people might do to him, or how they might react to a face such as his. Putting all doubt behind and thinking nothing of the future, for it will hold what it may, Giloarfand gave a hard push to his hood and let it fall back all the way. reaching back, the staff floated quickly towards his outstretched hand and he clasped his staff once more, with his staff hand, Giloarfand rested his fist on the scorched earth as he bowed to the woman, using his other hand to keep his cloak from falling into his face.

He kept his face down to the ground, about a foot off of it, and waited for any further sign of response from this being as he spoke aloud for her to hear in Common, at least, the Common of the world before. he could only hope that this being may have found something and was able to study such a common language, even if it had been dead for such a long time.

"My name is Giloarfand the Blind, my lady. I have come from the Eternal Abyss from the world before in order to keep this world from acheiving the same fate as it's parent world. I am at your mercy and discretion."

[Anonymous]

Kireina's hand had rested over her eyes, the other sprawled out to her side somewhere where she couldn't feel it. Her entire body had gone almost completely numb. Her thoughts were far from the reality she had just been through, but she was brought right back to it as she felt a hand on her cheek and heard words to accompany it. Nothing at that moment was familiar, but she pulled her arm away from her face and looked toward that electrical female.

Her lips moved slightly, but it was only to let out a faint sigh. Before the strange woman turned to adress the other man that had appeared in the middle of the ordeal, she gave a weak thumbs up before her hand dropped back over her eyes.  What a weak state she was in. It was down right disgraceful for her to be seen like this, but she couldn't possibly care any less at the moment. Damn, she was alive and so was everyone else. That was all that truly mattered in the long run. Yeah, that's what was important.

Lord Brevedor . . . Who in the gates of heaven was that? Kireina just shrugged it off, it did sound somewhat familiar but she just wasn't in the mood to place her mind into any serious thought.

A moistened nose nuzzled the side of her face, knudging it gently to get Kireina's attention; a rather large moistened nose at that. Groaning, her eyelids peeled back from covering those dulled eyes of hers and she took in the sight of the black stallion that was trailing around with her. Didn't this animal understand the meaning of run far and stay there? Turning her head a bit, she took in the sight of the demonic angel missing from the backside of the horse. Hm, must've hightailed it out of there when he awoke. Smart being.

Evidently it didn't.

Either way she was grateful the horse was back. She forced her hand to come up and rest aside the black horse's face, petting it gently and allowing a small smile to come to her face. Yeah, she'd have the horse around to make traveling on foot a little easier and not so lonely. Maybe there wasn't such a bad side to losing those wings of hers. They were a pain to keep clean, too.

[Anonymous]

Flame watched as things about her unfolded, what had happened her she did not know, nor could she honestly say she cared, the only thing that concerned her at the time was Sizzle.  How had this happened, the last time she had seen him he had been so strong.  Who would have guessed that the next time she was to see him she would be the one who was stronger.  Her years spent in the old world had allowed her to gain the knowledge she needed to fully understand her fires and the training showed her all that she was capable of.  Attention turning from the fea that lay in the water, a unicorn nuzzeling her devotedle, and the old man whom spoke in a longuage she was not fully able to understand lowering himself and two others from a wingless elivated state.

Angleic face snapping back to the "man" of sorts that lay in her arms as he sturred slightly from the heat she was producing.  Knowingly Flame boosted up the out-put, the thought that the more fires she could offer him the faster he might recover.   Closing her emerald eyes, face still tilted down to Sizzle, Flame concentrated on the air about her, dreaming up her fires.  As she opened her eyes once more a burst of flame egnited around the duo of Fire bearers, a heat so intence that the water at Sizzles feet began to evaporate away into nothing.

[Anonymous]

There was one thing that Morrigan noticed about the old man. He speaks in the language of old. She's still learning that from her stay with the SSHE, but she can make out some of it. He spoke too fast for her to catch all of it though. No matter, he played his part in this encounter and his actions are to be thanked later. Perhaps Brevedor would like to have a word with on behalf of his lingual skills. The new arrival seems to have some connections with Sizzlebeast. Why else would she be trying to revive him? Before they knew it, Kaité opens her eyes and rises off the ground a bit. When she looks around the first thing she notices is Morrigan.
“Morrigan?! You’re the backup Brevedor sent?� Kaité begins, a bit confused with the idea. Mostly because Morrigan is a new recruit.
“Hey, I got the job done without any deaths, didn’t I?� Morrigan replies. This stops Kaité for a moment. She looks around to view the situation a little closer to notice only one flaw. She quickly diverts her attention back to Morrigan.
“Where’s Norriden?!� She calls out. Morrigan shrugs and shakes her head before replying.
“I wouldn’t know. He was gone before I got here.� The electrical woman replies before looking towards the wingless angel. “Perhaps she may know something.� Morrigan adds as she looks upon Kireina. Kaité looks towards Kireina while standing up. Without a word, the green haired angel walks towards the wingless guardian and places a hand on the center of her chest. A bit of greenish light luminates around Kireina for a moment before her wings begin to grow back. Definitely very powerful healing magic, enough to grow back lost appendages. Kaité stands back up with an accomplished smile on her face.

Sizzlebeast suddenly opens his eyes upon feeling the major amounts of heat around him. That certainly wasn’t him producing it. Especially in his weakened state. When he gazes out ahead of himself with his fiery orange eyes to see Flame, he reaches out and places a large, black furred hand on her cheek.
“I hope you were not here long enough to witness the side of me that not even I can control. I was pushed too far and nearly destroyed my allies. Forgive the rage and anger that you may have watched.� Sizzlebeast notes whole heartedly. He may hold all of his power now, but he has been substantially weakened by the fight he put up. In time, he will be full again, but now he needs rest. He now realizes how blind he has become. He’ll soon realize the flaws in the path that he previously chose.

[Anonymous]

having completed his introduction and seeming to have not been acknowledged by the fair lady before him, Giloarfand took a second to gather himself together, piecing things together about the people around him based on their reactions towards each other. Not fully understanding their language was making it difficult for him, but he concentrated on their tone of voice to try to help him figure out what was being said.

Sensing the healing arts coming from one of the former charges, Giloarfand rose from his position from the ground and tried to take in more detail of the area. He noticed the increase in temperature behind him, from the Fire Beast and the new arrival. he wondered if the people before him noticed this and thought to himself how to address it as the only langauges he really knew were all long and dead. He spoke slowly in Ancient Common, in hopes that it might be better understand, feeling that since he got no response before with his introduction, that his speech might not have fallen on scholarly ears. he turned his body half way around and pointed off towards the increasing temperature and spoke:

The Fire Beast has awoken

he hoped that such a short phrase might come out clearer.

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Flame jumps, slightly as Sizzles eyes fluttered open, his warm paw reaching up to her face was tender in his weakness, tipping her face to hold his paw between her face and shoulder Flame spoke in sweet genteled tones.  "I have seen nothing of your loss of control dear sizzle, only that of your fallen form.  I could not bear to stand be and watch you weakened, thus I am here to give you that which I can offer to bring back your strength."  I soft kiss was placed upon the back of Sizzles paw as a tear ran down her cheek, she did care for this man, for even in his present state that is all she saw in him.

An upturned gaze brought the old man into sights as he worried over the actions behind him, the actions of herself.  Why he worried so she did not know, but his slow speach brought a slight giggle to her.  "So old man, you speek as if you know that they cannot understand you!  I dought that so many have had contact with the old ones, but I do hear you, loud and clear.  Yes he is awake, but i think he is of no threat to anyone now."
Flames words were spoken with an underlying laughter, as she informed the old one that he was understood, and of what was happening.