War of the Races [II] (Open)

“The battle is over. You don’t have any more strength to fight with,” Aronin said as he descended the hill. Not that he had that much more, but it was him that had been standing after the final attack.

"Why, hello. Who might you be? You can call me Atropos," Atropos said, acting like she didn’t hear his statement. Aronin suspected a ploy.

“Didn’t you hear…” Aronin stopped midsentence. There was something different about her personality. The screams, the confident look, the fire in her eyes, all were replaced by a smile, peaceful eyes and indifference. Aronin lifted an eyebrow and got a bit more relaxed. She seemed to have lost the will to fight, or she had forgotten what they were doing. Did she hit her head that hard when she was falling? Amnesia? Aronin thought and walked down to her.

“You don’t remember?”

This was a most excellent chance for him to kill her off, as she probably wouldn’t be able to fight back, but there was something keeping him from finishing her off, something he could not quite explain. Sighing, he shook his head and sat down in the sand beside Atropos.

“I’m Aronin,” he said calmly. “Does your arm hurt?” He had noticed what had puzzled him. The red tint in her eyes she had while battling had disappeared, and was replaced by a weak pinkish hue. She had changed, just like that. Aronin began to question his eagerness in winning the battle, and the whole competition.

“Yeah, it seems broken,” Atropos said and sat up. “How did it get broken?”

“Someone broke it,” he answered.

“Oh, did you make him go away?”

Aronin sighed. “You might say that,” he replied and reached for her broken arm. She instinctive retracted it. “Relax, I’m just going to heal it.”

The arm had already healed pretty well, and it was not hard for Aronin to mend the bone and restore the skin. The rest would have to heal by itself, but judging by her self healing abilities, it would not be a problem.

“But, your arm is also broken,” Atropos said shocked and pointed to Aronin’s left arm, who had a piece of bone sticking out. “Who did that?”

“It’ll be fine,” he just remarked and held his hand over the wound. It closed neatly, and Aronin could feel a snap as he positioned the bones together. It was a delicate operation, and required concentration, but there was nothing threatening around here…

“Hoy,” Aronin shouted in the air. “Come out, I know you’re there.”

OoC: So this is just a reenacting? With the exact same story?

"Hoy. Come out, I know you're there."

Synyx felt a chill run down his spine. How could he have known he was there? Whatever the case, Synyx quickly thought over his options.

Perhaps he's stronger than he looks. He HAD been able to heal a broken bone in a few seconds, anyway. If he knows I'm here and I don't reveal myself, he may think I'm planning a surprise attack. He would try to defend himself by killing me.

If I DO show myself, he may not register me as a threat. I could tag along with him and that other person until I get my sword back, and then I could wipe them out.

Synyx stood up. "Do not attack; I mean no harm. My name is Synyx. Now, may I ask, how did you know I was here?"

OoC: Sorry for the painfully short post. I just can't think of what Aronin would do next.

ooc: reenactment? Not exactly. The story depends on what we do. It doesn't have to be anything like the previous thread.

ic: The man called Aronin seemed nice enough. He had healed her arm, although she knew he didn't have to. It had nearly healed all by itself already, but it was nice of him anyway. His arm had also been broken, and it looked a lot worse. There was even bone sticking out and everything. It must have been painful! Whoever had done that must have been a mean person, Atropos thought. Hopefully that mean person was taken care of and wouldn't be coming back to finish the job.

With a gentle breeze of psychokinesis, Atropos pulled herself off the ground and set herself down lightly on her feet. She was covered in sand from head to toe, and she tried to brush it all of with her hands, but that proved to be quite impossible. Instead, she used a gale of telekinesis to blow all the sand away. Aronin flinched as some of the sand was blown into his eyes, but Atropos didn't notice. She had to pour gallons of the stuff out of her boots as well, once again dropping the scissors on the ground. Picking the shears up with telekinesis, she replaced them in her left boot after they were back on her feet.

Looking all around, Atropos noticed she was in an expansive desert. That was right though, she was supposed to be here, wasn't she? Probably, she figured. Atropos was quite used to having unusual memory lapses, it was all part of the dissociative identity disorder she had learned to live with. Suddenly, a voice came to her head. "What are you doing, you're supposed to be fighting, remember?"

Atropos looked around for a moment, trying to find the source of the voice. It wasn't Aronin, he was occupied talking to someone else, a strange man who had been hiding in the sand nearby. Maybe it was nothing. She was pretty used to experiencing auditory hallucinations as well, as part of her schizophrenia. "The moss, madwoman! We're speaking!" Oh, that's right, the blue moss on her neck, how could she have forgotten?

"Oh, hi! How are you?" she asked the moss in a saccharine tone which was in razor sharp contrast with her previous mood. She tried to look down at it, but since it was on her neck, she just couldn't see it. Giving up at trying to see the algae, she just looked down at her feet.

"Have you forgotten? You're supposed to kill everyone! Kill him now, while he isn't paying attention!" the moss insisted, its strangely inhuman voice echoing through her mind. Atropos wasn't even sure if it was talking out loud or only into her head. She glanced up at Aronin for a moment, figuring that was the "him" the moss was talking about, and then looked back down at the sand.

"Aronin? Oh, but he's such a nice person, why would I want to kill him?" she asked the moss. Of course, she remembered killing people before. She'd killed a lot of people before. Only people who deserved it though, of course. Only people whose fate had come. The moss was about to reply, no doubt explaining its reasoning for wanting her to kill the telekinetic healer, but it was interrupted by another voice.

"Who are you talking to?" Aronin asked, puzzled at hearing Atropos apparently talking to herself (which actually wasn't unusual for her, due to various other mental disorders she suffered, but he didn't know that). Atropos looked up from the ground at her feet and glanced around. Aronin was still holding his arm, working on the healing process. The other man, who was wearing dark clothing and a jacket that reached down to his knees, was now standing nearby, silently inspecting her. They had been talking to each other, but Atropos hadn't been paying any attention to them.

"Oh, Aronin!" Atropos said, suddenly tackling the telekinetic and knocking them to the sand. "The mean blue stuff on my neck wants me to kill you! Make it go away!"

ooc: Atropos is prone to extreme and spontaneous personality shifts.

Aronin panted as he hit the ground and bit his teeth together. She too had one of those? What effect could it have on her? He could feel his own fungus resonating to her blue patch which was clearly visible on her neck, communicating back and forth in their own way of speaking, whatever way that was.

“Get off!” Aronin panted as he could not summon enough strength to get her off by himself. “I can’t do anything if you don’t get off.”

Actually, there was not much he could do, if anything at all. He had almost no strength left after healing both Atropos and himself, as telekinesis wore one down as if one used strength, although at a much slower rate, and his fight with Atropos before including his previous fights had finally wore him down.

“The moss is speaking to you?” he asked after Atropos let him get up again. “I know,” he said and showed her his own patch on his hand. “I got one myself. But I can’t help you remove it,” he continued and looked at the man standing over at the hill. He hadn’t moved closer since he stood up, awaiting the situation at hand before acting, and Aronin motioned at him with his head to come over.

“I could feel you,” he answered the man’s question, which he had asked before he was tacked by Atropos. “Synx, was it?”

“Actually, it’s Synyx,” the man said just as Aronin fainted of exhaustion, falling backwards onto the sand.

Atropos crawled off of Aronin, letting him get back up on his feet. She sat down in the sand nearby and started mumbling to herself. She wasn't even sure what she was saying, if she was actually saying anything at all intelligible. While she was mumbling away, she noticed Aronin suddenly fall over backwards into the sand, apparently fainting. "Oooh, he must have been pretty tired! I wonder is he all right?" she said to no one in particular. She crawled over to him and tried to wake him up by shaking him, but he was sound asleep and wouldn't respond. "Hmm...oh well then, good night!"

Atropos got back onto her feet and looked around. That man dressed all in black was still standing nearby. If she recalled correctly, the man had said his name was "Synyx." Interesting name. Atropos tilted her head to one side while she stared at the black haired man, and then waved her gloved hand a couple of times towards him. "Hiiii! How are you? Beautiful day isn't it!" she said cheerily.

The man raised his eyebrow, responding with a simple "Yeah..." He didn't seem like a very cheeful fellow.

Thoughts started racing through Atropos' scrambled mind. Various ideas came to her, ranging from the simple to the absurd. Steal that jacket! Bury Aronin in sand! Throw that rock over there! Jump jump jump! Stab that Synyx guy! Killkillkill! Bloooooood! Remembering the glowy blue moss's command to murder Aronin, she wondered if perhaps it would be satisfied if she killed Synyx instead. He probably wouldn't mind. With a flick of her finger, the scissors in her left boot twirled through the air and the handle hooked itself around her index finger. She spun the shears around on her finger, still watching the man.

"Beautiful day...isn't it?" she repeated, this time in a darker demeanor. Nightshade then suddenly exploded forward, sending tons of sand up into the air and leaving behind a small crater. She flew through the air, holding the scissors out before her, ready to impale Synyx on its two blades.

OoC: I'll start putting the alien quotes in blue to avoid confusion.

BiC: The girl had unexpectedly lunged toward Synyx, holding out a pair of large shears with an obvious intent of killing him. The odd thing was she had seemed so happy and peppy just a few seconds earlier.

Synyx jumped quickly to his right. The female's weapon would have missed if it weren't for her seemingly catlike reflexes. She brought the scissors to her left and upward, making a deep cut along Synyx's left side, along a few of his ribs. He screamed in pain as his blood began to flow out of his body. Not only that, but Synyx felt like he had been fighting for quite some time now-- his muscles were beginning to ache.

Why do I feel weak already?! I've only spent a few seconds battling her!

He could hear the moss speak exclusively to him. "A very unusual thing, I must say. Perhaps it's something with those scissors...? You KNOW she's not human-- a normal one, anyway. She just leapt from at least ten feet away and ended up passing you. With that kind of ability, she must know some way to curse weapons."

You're not making much sense. She hasn't done anything unnatural except for that jump. That could be the ONLY ability she has.

"True, but you have to assume someone is more powerful than they appear. Overestimation is better than underestimation."

Synyx turned around to see his opponent smiling evilly, staring at his wound and his blood dropping into the sand. She bent her knees slightly and Synyx anticipated another attack.

Can't hit what you can't see.... Effectively, anyway. Synyx brought up a wall of sand with Dark Gust and jumped onto a newly created platform behind him. He clutched the cut on his left side.

Even if he couldn't heal himself as well as "Aronin," he could still heal himself. He just needed more time.

OoC: That platform was made by his Solidification ability; it's darkness, not sand. Oh, and remember Synyx has to stay in motion on the platforms, since they last for such a short time.

OoC: Since no posts were made, I assumed Synyx (whom Aronin thought was named Synx as he never heard his name properly) and Atropos had been fighting for a while, and that Synyx had turned into that elemental form as he didn't have his sword to keep him from doing it. Would that be a correct assumptation?

BiC:
Aronin woke in a daze with sand in his hair, something which was quite irritating. He didn’t know how long he had been sleeping for, but during his rest period he had fully recovered.

“Oh, that’s just to keep you going,” the moss said as he yawned and stretched his previously broken arm. “It’s no fun if everyone goes out after a short period.”

“Oh shut up,” Aronin snapped as he got to his feet. “Won’t you just go away?”

“Sorry, but we’re required to stay with you for the length of the competition. Also, it’s better for you, isn’t it? We healed you right now, didn’t we?”

“Just so that I could fight more for you,” he remarked back and looked up at the two fighters. Atropos had as expected summoned that black material once more, but so it seemed, had Synx. His body had been covered in flames and he constantly shoot out black lightning at Atropos while dodging her moves with the wind.

“What’s up with them?” Aronin asked himself, and the moss answered.

“They are just doing what we tell them to,” it said in a strangely satisfying way.

“Making them fight each other?”

“Precisely,” it answered. “Just a few electric pulses through the neural system can do wonders.”

“So you manipulate us?” Aronin abruptly said, blocking off the nervous system in his right arm, where the moss had placed itself.

“It’s more like a hint, what we want them to do… What are you doing?!”

“Just,” Aronin said while panting in pain, “Removing you!”

A large wound appeared where the moss had been, which Aronin quickly healed. On the dessert, the piece of meat which had been infected lie covered in sand. It was only afterwards he figured he could actually have dragged it out telekinetically without hurting himself. It just sounded like a good idea at the time..

“We won’t accept this!” was the moss final whisper before it was incarnated by the blue plasma shooting out of Aronin’s finger.

“Yeah, won’t accept you either,” Aronin snapped back as it turned into lifeless ash. “Now to stop those two.”

He looked over at the dust cloud that was the fighters, where Atropos had gained the upper hand, as Synx were unarmed. They were unobvious of his presence until both fighters were suddenly completely restrained in the air. Luckily for Aronin, he had rested, and they had not, so he outmatched both of them as they were held still in the air.

“Stop this fighting at once,” he commanded, to which Synx seemed to agree. But Atropos had again gained the ferocity from her fight with Aronin and did not seem like she was all in on the idea of not fighting.

“This might hurt a little,” he said as he walked up towards Atropos, lifted himself up in the air and held his hand over the blue moss on her neck, and carefully extracted it, roots and all, from its resting place. During the extraction, Atropos screamed, whether from pain or something else he didn’t know, but all the dark material that she tried to shoot at him were easily blocked. Finally, the last root disappeared and Aronin noticed that the reddish shade in the eyes was replaced by a lighter pinkish hue, and Atropos became silent.

(This was actually posted on April 2 at 5:44, but this is to renew the thread in your User CPs.)

OoC: Well, sort of; the sword wouldn't have an effect on him because of the Xicarta/his gauntlets. Because he doesn't have an actual weapon, though, he's much more prone to the Elementite Overtake now than usual (since his abilities are rather limited at this point in his "existence"). He needs something to get an edge in battle.

BiC: Synyx tried to regain control of himself. He needed to get out of Elementite Overtake to be sure he didn't do anything rash. As the flames around him died out, he was slowly lowered to the ground. He could only assume that Aronin was a telekinetic.

He was exhausted. The fight and the constant use of his Dark Lightning had tired Synyx to the point at which he could do little more than stand and speak; to do these at the same time was a daunting task.

Aronin was pulling out the moss from the girl's neck when Synyx lifted his head. It fell onto the ground and he burned it with some kind of blue material.

The moss on Synyx began speaking; this time however, it was out loud, for all to hear. "...! How dare you! It is against the rules to destroy us! You have to pay. Synyx! Kill him!"

The chosen wielder stopped all of his movements. Time seemed to slow down; Aronin turned, obviously surprised. His thoughts were racing.

Kill...Aronin...? Why would I do that? He just saved my life; the demon girl was about to kill me! If he had done what he was supposed to do, the girl and I would both be dead now. But he didn't....

"Synyx!!! I'm ordering you! Kill him NOW!"

Aronin was staring at Synyx. Apparently he was having trouble with his conscience. There was no way of the man telling whether Synyx would follow the order or not; Aronin's only options were to kill or to wait. And he had chosen to wait.

...He saved me. I will not kill him. Synyx was struggling to stay upright. Despite his extreme lack of energy, he decided to tell Aronin his decision. "...REMOVE IT! REMOVE THE MOSS!" Synyx pulled up his sleeve to expose it. And that was all that was needed to knock him out.

Synyx fell backwards into the sand, having only enough energy to carry out basic life functions like breathing and making the heart beat. The moss was completely uncovered on his arm.

"Wake up! Quickly! I've only helped you on your journey! Protect me!!! It was suddenly forced off of Synyx's arm and into the sand. ...You three... you will ALL be killed! The alien was no more. Only its smoking remains were left on the surface of the desert.

Atropos was just getting into the fight. The strange man she was fighting had suddenly become lit aflame with black fire during the fight, and he began throwing bolts of black lightning at her. Before the fight could get very far, however, some invisible force wrapped around her, restraining her movements and holding her suspended in midair. Atropos flailed her arms and legs, shaking her head back and forth, struggling to get free, but she was too weak from the fight. Her hat flew off her head as she thrashed her head back and forth, landing in the sand somewhere behind her. Already fatigued from the fight, she quickly tired from the rapid movements and gave up, going still and hanging limp in the air, breathing heavily through her open mouth and scowling down at the telekinetic.

Aronin was wide awake again and standing down on the warm sand of the vast orange desert. He held out his hand, his powerful abilities keeping both Atropos and Synyx held still in the air. "Stop this fighting at once!" he commanded, as if they had much of a choice in the matter. Atropos started kicking her feet at Aronin to express her defiance to his insistent command. Aronin turned to face her, and started walking towards her. "This might hurt a little..." he said.

Aronin lifted himself up from the ground, rising up to the same level that Atropos was being held at. He then reached out and put his hand over the patch of blue moss on her neck. As soon as he touched it, the moss shrieked a terrible screech through Atropos' mind, and a deep piercing pain racked her body. Atropos screamed as well, but she couldn't hear herself. Finding it incredibly hard to think or concentrate, she began to haphazardly throw black matter at Aronin, drawing it in copious amounts from her hands. She found out however that in her current mental state she couldn't keep it at all coherent. The telekinetic easily blocked the poorly aimed black liquid, and it splashed harmlessly into the sand.

In a matter of moments, Aronin had removed the moss in its entirety, and had completely incinerated the blue form. As soon as the growth was removed, Atropos' mood suddenly shifted again. The screeching in her mind had ceased and gave way to a deep silence. Her eyes and her mind faded, and she fell silent and still. Aronin moved on to take care of the moss on Synyx, but Atropos wasn't paying attention. She was slowly lowered to the ground as the telekinetic cautiously released his hold on her. She didn't move even after he released the pressure of his telekinesis, except to fall onto her back to stare into the sky, relieving Aronin of the suspense of her erratic behaviors.

Aronin said something to her but she couldn't make sense of it. She didn't feel like figuring it out so she ignored it. She didn't feel like thinking. Moving required thinking about where and how to move, so she didn't really feel like moving. Talking required thinking about what and how to speak so she didn't really feel like talking either. Instead, she just lay there on her back in the sand, staring at the sky, not thinking about anything at all.

They took it much nicer than he’d expected, and even though Atropos had shown some resistance, she was now lying on her back, staring absentminded into the shimmering sky. And so did Synyx, although he looked more like he was knocked out. However, neither responded when Aronin asked them to stand up to get out of the desert, so Aronin lifted them up along with himself, and flew slowly towards where he had entered the dessert. Now that the moss no longer supplied them with water and energy, they could not afford to stay any longer in the dessert.

Ten minutes later, the lush jungle spread out underneath them, relieving them of the monotone yellow and white landscape that was the desert. Here and there, one could see combatants fighting underneath the trees and vines, making the place potentially dangerous. But as they flew a little further, a lake spread out, with a small island in the middle.

“Land there,” Synyx suggested as they approached. “It’s the safest location right now.”

Aronin nodded and descended. Synyx had recovered a good deal during the flight, which led Aronin to believe he too had some healing powers of his own. Atropos was also fine, although she didn’t show that much interest in the conversation as she was fascinated by the glittering water below.

(----=====-----)

“What now?” Aronin asked Synyx after they had searched the small island for any unwanted creatures or combatants. “We can’t stay here forever.”

“We need to escape this competition,” Atropos suddenly interrupted, her sudden change to a more serious personality surprising both Aronin and Synyx.

OoC: Atropos has a serious personality too, right?

ooc: Atropos has a personality for every occassion. A versatile mind, she has.

ic:

Atropos was sitting on the sandy yellow shore of the small island, isolated in the middle of the glassy blue lake, lost in the middle of the vast green jungle. She stared into the glittering water, unaware of everything around her. She didn't know where Aronin and Synyx were, she had forgotten they even existed. She didn't know how she got to where she was, all she knew was that the way the Sun reflected off of the calm water was fascinating. She could watch it all day, hours on end. She didn't know how long she was looking at the water, but at one point she barely registered some voices somewhere behind her.

"What now?" a male voice said, speaking to someone other than her. "We can't stay here forever."

Atropos Belladonna's mind slowly flickered back on, and she became suddenly aware of where she was and where she had been all day. Some sort of extraterrestrial monster had abducted her, deposited her on a distant planet, and thrown her into a war of races. Atropos stood straight up, still looking down at the crystal water, Aronin and Synyx behind her. "We need to escape this competition," she said. Neither of her companions replied, and she turned around to face them. Both of them were staring at her, odd looks on their faces, as if they were surprised and wondering what she would do next.

Atropos thrust her hand out palm first in Aronin's direction. He flinched suddenly, and put out his own hand, as if expecting something. Atropos simply put her arm back down at her side and laughed. "Getting away from here is the only option. We can't expect to kill everyone, and something tells me you're not going to let me kill you guys... So if we can't get away from here according to the supposed rules, we're going to have to find our own way out." Atropos looked up at the sky after saying this, putting her hands together as she searched for a solution to their predicament.

After a moment, she looked down from the sky, and started looking around her. "First things first, though. I'm outright starving. I don't suppose there's anything to eat around here...?" Without waiting for a response, she started to wander into the trees, hoping to find some fruit.

IC :Eating KFC in a spaceship and playing alien video games how could it be more easy of a life. I was on patrol of the sector of space to see if there were any illegal intergalatic activities going. I scanned each planet for foreign life. I almost skipped Detalosed but something made him scan it. The planet seemed to have no lifeforms except for the parasitic moss that grew in the desert but unexpectedly there were some unidentified lifeforms they all seemed to have humanoid shapes but the sensors showed also some non-humans.

I wanted to see what they were but he didn't know if they were hostile. I decided to send in a probe to find out what exactly they were... if my 200 years of experience don't betray me it had to be the infamous Illegal War of the Races. The War was highly illegal in over 2 billion galaxies and frowned upon ine even more. The worst part is that since they almost always choose less advanced civilizations they make so its impossible for most to get home.

I had was amazed by by the results of the probe it had turned out that there was a vampire, a Elementite and also a human or something close to it. They were bunched close together as if discussing something.
OoC:http://www.zeldauniverse.net/forums/...an-drajon.html My character....

Xth, did you check with Davy Jones? It may be too late to join....


Edit: I guess not.

New participant, everybody!

OOC: My character is here:http://www.zeldauniverse.net/forums/...r-list-67.html if u want to look.( its at the bottom)
BIC: Axen walked around, seeming to enjoy this walk near the beach at night, alone. But, he was really thinking about when he would get to see some fighting. I've been here for almost a week and I haven't seen a single opponent. When will one-
His thoughts were cut off as someone came up behind him, with unmeasurable speed, and hit him in the back of the neck, knocking him out.
He woke up later, with a horrible migraine. He sat there, and, with a sigh, sat up slowly and the blood rushed to his head, giving him vertigo. Strangely, the migraine had disappeared quite suddenly, but as he had learned, you don't notice the pain is gone until it doesn't hurt anymore. It was the same as always, but, suddenly, he was aware of a bed of moss underneath him. he sat up quickly, and a voice resonated through out the chamber. "Hello, you have been selected to participate in the second, intergalactic, inter-species war. The prize for wining is survival. The price for hesitation is death. This is study, about the different species and how well they will adapt."
" Okay." It was just one word, a word of acceptance, a word of resolution.
He now just realized that he was naked. This did not trouble him so, as there was no one around.
"Now, sleep until you arrive and the testing will begin."All of a sudden, he remembered of his swords and checked in the pockets. Yep, they were still there, in the pants packet, shrunk to the size of a quarter each.Then silent exhaustion washed over him and his mind passed into darkness.
Soon,too soon he decided, he woke up, at least, to his perspective of time.Again, the moss spoke." Arrival,ETA,5 min. Prepare for landing." This time, he remarked,the voice was that of a computer's. Now it was the other voice, in the beginning." Prepare for the test." It was not a request, it was a demand.
So, wearily, he put his clothes on, re-sized his swords, and saw to it that everything was ready to go, at a moment's notice.The computer voice spoke again."Touchdown".The doors opened and he stepped out into the barren landscape.

”What’s with her?” Aronin asked Synyx as Atropos walked into the small forest on the island. “She starts by trying to kill me, then she becomes kind as a lamb, before she attacks you, and now she’s all serious?” The two looked after Atropos as she disappeared. “She has probably multiple personalities,” Aronin finished and walked to the edge of the water, wondering if the fish was edible.

“Where’ you from?” he asked Synyx. “We speak the same language, so I recon we might be from the same planet, probably?”

OoC: Short, but let's get some progress, eh?

"We speak the same language, so I reckon we might be from the same planet, probably?"

Synyx stood for a moment, trying to call back the few memories he had from before he got a hold of Xangatsu. Reaching as far back as he could (figuratively, of course), he remembered his father teaching him about his surroundings. "Er... Earth." He thought for a bit longer and finally nodded to show he was certain. "So, same place?"

OoC: Short, too. I'm sure you two new participants would like to introduce your characters on your own, correct?

I had decided to land my ship a few miles away from the three lifeforms hoping that I might find them a kind race. So when I landed I found some of the parasitic moss indigenous to the planet I took a sample hoping my friends at home could devise a cure for the poison they secrete.
I then took my bucket of KFC and started eating while scanning the results of my probe more thoroughly I found that one of life forms had an unidentified mineral in the shape of gauntlets. This provided me with further reason to go so there I went and while eating and walking I heard a rustle. I said "WHO's THERE!", then a figure stepped out that was mysteriously reminiscent of a fruit tree except with legs it seemed they had forced these peaceful tree creatures to fight. I couldn't resist so I plucked a fruit the creature seemed to like me picking it so I then ate it and planted the seed in return it gave me a hilt with some strange Elementite residue I put it in my pack for further study and slept.
Ooc: fixed slight mistake

Originally Posted by Xth

...in return it gave me a blade with some strange Elementite residue I put it in my pack for further study and slept.

OoC: Just making sure everyone knows this so there is no confusion: Xangatsu is currently ONLY a handle (or a hilt... whatever the part of a sword you hold it by is called). The blade itself was absorbed into the Xicarta. Therefore (as shown by the above post), it cannot make anybody get consumed with rage if they touch it. It is harmless at the moment.

As soon as the words "Touchdown" were spoken, the walls and floors became translucent.Below him was a sea of sand.When he began to inspect the landscape, though, the floor disappeared from underneath his feet, and he fell about 20 feet to the ground, the mirror following suit. He rolled, part to avoid the splinters of glass cascading around the site of impact, and also to lessen the blow of impact. As he stood up, the glass fell to the ground, and splintered into many little pieces. Just then he noticed a little patch of moss on the back of his left hand.
"Thank you, I thought you'd never notice. By the way, I'll be your guide to all the trouble and misfortune ahead. There are several supernaturals on this planet, Although they are far and distant from each other.But don't worry! You'll still have opponents to fight, they just won't be as strong.Oh well, what do you expect out of life." Then the moss fell silent. He felt a slight tugging towards his left, and he saw that there was a little town in his field of vision.So, with a sigh, he set off at a good pace that he could maintain for the duration of the day.
A little after dark, he finally came upon the small town, the first thing he saw to it was that he had a shelter in place. after that was solved by finding the first inn he came across, and persuaded the owner to allow him bed for free, he wandered the bar of the town and chanced upon someone who was in the same predicament as him, just in a different sense.
"So, I was tellin' my Ma' see?I told her' Ma', guess what?' And she asked what it was when I told her that I joined the Inter-species war!' and she is so happy" The man bragged as I tensed to fight

OoC:Anything I might need to know