Goodbye LJ...

[windandwater]

This is just to make it official for those who don't know, but I'm leaving LJ completely. For the rest of this week at least. Tomorrow is the Bar Exam and it runs for three days, so don't expect to see me about at all until Thursday night. Or even until the weekend since I plan on spending Thursday after the Bar drunk and crying. No online time for me at all. *whines* It will be hard, but I know I can do it.

So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;

Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!

♥

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Re: World of Darkness (notes.)

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Act IV





It was hot.9 It was always hot, waves of unrelenting, unnatural heat that seared the air. He had stopped talking to himself, keeping his mouth closed to defend against the searing heat that threatened to dry his body out past the point of no return. The only water was in the mystical pool that opened an eye onto the world above, and that was as flat and smooth as mercury. That link to the real world was the only thing that kept Quatre sane; he watched it all the time, except when his eyes slipped shut from exhaustion.

Inhuman creatures came and went; sometimes he sensed more than one of them, talking or maybe arguing in earth-rending voices. He had no idea why the demon hadn't just killed him, but he made sure to stay quiet and out of the way, not wanting the demon to rectify that fact. He stayed hidden in a quiet corner, keeping his eyes on the portal. With all his soul, he hated the forces that kept him here. Not only was he trapped in this infernal place without food or water, but worse yet, he was away from his friends, unable to talk them or help them against the dangers they faced.

The mirror that let him watch them was his only comfort. Unbidden, a small smile flittered over his face as he looked down into the image; Heero, Wufei, Duo -- and all accompanying undead -- Trowa... He missed them, he knew they missed him, but they hadn't let it deter them. They had kept on fighting even without him. They were coming.

In the image, only slightly wavery, Trowa and the others were crossing a stone bridge over some glowing backdrop. They approached a blood-red portal, not unlike the ones from the Arcane Sanctuary... and then, without warning, the image went dark.

Quatre sat up abruptly, out of the unobtrusive pose he had drawn himself into. No. That wasn't possible. That just wasn't possible! The scrying spell had been cast by Diablo, himself... the only reason Quatre could possibly think of that it would suddenly cut out, was if the targets had ceased to exist...

"NO!" he cried out, voice hoarse and dry. "NOOO!" He jumped to his feet and, without a thought, ran over to the scrying pool to confirm his horrible suspicion. It

Re: World of Darkness (notes.)

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was blank, empty, no more than a faint blood-red light lurking in its depths. "Heero, Wufei, Duo, no, it can't be! TROWA!"

An inhumanly strong grip grabbed him away from the pool, and he found himself being thrown into a narrow, hanging cage, like the garret that Deckard Cain had been imprisoned in. There was more of the mind-numbing voices, and then suddenly the cage was moving, out of the profane temple they'd been in and onto a flat, black plain.

Stunned, Quatre collapsed to the bottom of the cage, days of weakness catching up to him. As the last one left, he knew it was up to him to somehow escape and finish the job, but he couldn't make himself care.

Trowa would not be coming any more.

Re: World of Darkness (notes.)

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When they stepped through the portal, Heero braced himself for the worst. He didn't know what he would find on the other side; given the portal's nature and origins, he wouldn't have been surprised if it had dumped them right at the feet of the Hellforge.

"So this is Hell," Heero mused, looking around at the serene white walls. "Or at least, the gateway there. This is the last bastion of the forces of Light before the
Darkness sets in..."

"What are we waiting for?" Trowa's ragged voice cut across his contemplations, and he turned to see Trowa standing beside him. The Druid's grip was bloodlessly tight on the hilt of his weapons, and his single visible eye brimmed over with anguish. "Quatre's out there somewhere, we have to go and find him! It might already be too late!"

"Calm down, Trowa," Wufei advised him. "We can't just go charging out there blindly, with idea what to expect. We'll be able to find Quatre much more quickly if we know where we're going. Duo is over there talking to Tyreal now," he said, nodding up the shallow stairs to where the Archangel floated.


There is a dark tortured soul who was trapped within this forsaken realm long ago. He was called Izual by mortal men, and in ages past he was my most trusted Lieutenant.

Yet, against my wishes he led and ill fated assault upon the fiery Hellforge itself.

Despite his valor and strength, Izual was captured by the Prime Evils and twisted by their perverse power. They forced him to betray his own kind and give up Heaven’s most guarded secrets. He became a corrupt shadow of his former self - a fallen angel trusted neither by Heaven nor Hell.

For his transgressions, Izual’s spirit was bound within the form of a terrible creature which was summoned from the Abyss. His maddened spirit has resided within that tortured husk for many ages now.

It seems to me that he has suffered long enough. I implore you, hero, find Izual and release him from his cruel imprisonment.

Put an end to his guilt and suffering.



As though prompted by the mention of his name, the braided Necromancer's voice rang out against the white marble walls. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE TO PAY YOU?" he shrieked. "YOU'RE AN ANGEL!"

It was difficult to tell in the faceless shadows of the Archangel's hood, but Heero though Tyreal looked uncomfortable. "These lightning wings don't light themselves up, you know," he said defensively. "Do you have any idea what my electricity bill is like?"