‘So… This is Magmor. I-i… I made it Jaspar b-but i didn't last long. I just can’t die now. Not now. There's so many things I don't understand yet” Bayo’s rear body staggered, left to right and back again before finally slumping down, his consciousness flickering away.
Those. Those were the last words of Bayo in his conscious state.
Now, all of his body had gone limp and unfeeling, dragged away by blue-skinned humanoids, all of whom were being observed by Yasmin the soul remnant.
In Bayo's soul space, Yasmin's
Jet black shoes with a little of glitter walked carefully, slowly stepping into the watery poodle that lay in the ground. With each step forward, water dropped from the soles before then rejoining the watery surface again as the shoe touched down.
Moving upwards, the shoe is highended by blue trousers, all gearing up towards a two piece coat of the eyeglasses equipp
"It's unlike you to be moody, Squad Captain Ronke." The wall boomed out a monotone voice.The room is mostly white, with a small horizontal parting of color blue streaking close to the ground.Closely aligned to the wall is a white bed, with white drapings and two pillows and on top of them all is the female with a milky white gown that sits tightly on her slender frame.The room is mostly bare, save for a little box of blue with silver edges just before the bed. And opposite the bed is the door that admits entrance to the room.It is the room belonging to the Captain of the Dragon Scouters, Squad number 1176, Squad Captain Ronke. Bare and having almost nothing in it, it exposed the full atmosphere that floats about the captain. Ronke lies face down on the bed, diagonally across. Her legs are crossed and her feet having black gladiator sandals on them. Her hands hug a pillow closer to her, muffling it underneath her chin. Her silky black hair flows
Ronke rolled her eyes, smiling. "Right!""I should go over to intercept them already. Hope I'll make it in time then.""If you don't report back to the CFR with the charge, you will be breaking Protocols. But... I-ill just act like I never knew a single damn thing. And you know what that means, then?You need to get done with what you have to do as soon as possible."Isaac stated just as Ronke made to leave."If that is the case, shouldn't you at least try to see if you have any personal message on your Timestream Orb?" Isaac asked. "I hate that you would be going about without knowing precisely where they are!""oh, right!" Ronke doubled back to the bed.Bending over, she tapped on the box twice, watching it project ethereal forms of various items above it.Items like bags, clothings, bottles and an orb floating in a circle."Yup, that one." She muttered, pic
Streaks of dawn began to seep into the dust baked plains of Amnor, filling it with a golden brown hue. In front of an Inn, an old fashioned building in the shape of a large bungalow with red tiled roof and brown brick walls, crouched a 5 feet tall Spirit Wolf Prime.It's eyebrows were furrowed together as it thought, indecisiveness racking it's entire frame. It had spent the dusk outside, because the Inn master had refused letting pets into the inn.Bayo heaved. Upon hearing from Ronke that Jaspar was alive after all, only sickened to death, he had initially denied it. It didn't matter that Jaspar told him to leave, that he would be fine afterwards.No, not at all. From the way Jaspar got emaciated and all dried up like a rotting corpse after fighting the Hunter 01278…'No, I can't think like this. If Jaspar is alive. Then, even by whatever inch that I can help him, I would.I owe him my life.' Bayo thought.And true to that, if
Seeing it, Hana frowned. "Law of War…" She chanted, her boots slamming down into the earth in a burst of energy while she slammed her hands into an X, snarling."...Valorous Stand."The risen RunicStar with his back to the Inn smiled, seeing the one Hadjan standing firm to tank his weapon.The technique Valorous Stand or Stance was one technique that was highly prized in the Law of War. It allowed it's caster to draw vicious energy from the Principle of Valor, the attribute of War that allowed tremendous attacking output.The technique compresses energy into a certain parts of the body or the whole body in some cases, toughening it to become a self destructive mechanism.And as result, a technique like this was often the most defensive when it came to tanking a hit as compared to the defensive Principle of Might.Except that right now, instead of fuelling the technique with pure destructive energy from Valor, Hana st
The Familiar Realms, home to the Familiar indigenes for centuries past.Small framed and in height similar to that of the humans on earth, have proven time to time to be of utmost value to all of Orun.Regardless of the fact of their low soul energy, they have proven themselves to be formidable allies in terms of weapons crafting.Learning the skill that enabled them to easily inject a tiny bit of Agbara into a weapon to unleash a potential that is infinitely and inversely proportional to the injected Agbara.This prowess of them is something not a being can deny. Which is why many realms have tried to seek out partnerships with them.Ally yourself with us, crafts us weapons and we would support you. But, never again have been so proud a being like those of the Familiars.They refused, treaty and threat, aligning themselves for centuries and selling often to the highest bidder.You could not buy out one (
That person who helps others simply because it should or must be, and because it is the right thing to do, is indeed without doubt, a real superhero.________________________Culled from: The Words of Stan Lee, the magnificent. Of Blest Memory_________________________Meanwhile, from within the dome covered Inn, a man with dreads, bare upper body and a sack hanging down with a nozzled top stepped out from the curtains.He had sandals on, his lower torso clothed in baggy trousers, sand filtering after him as he walked to stand beside the tobacco smoking Inn master."Hm… Between the mercenaries, who do you suppose would win the stalemate?""Hm!" The Inn master glanced briefly at the dreaded hairstyle, brown skinned mister before returning to the scene before him, wordlessly."Kill joy!" The man splayed fingers in his dread."You know this would be more fun if you opened the barrier. I wish to jo
Fear.Fear was the first emotion that's gripped Bayo. This early and he was already cocooned?His heart took a double double beat, compounding his 5-foot frame. The layer of sand was like a second skin strongly sticking to his body but yet holding inbound in one place.The Familiar, Ronke, did not have plans for him to join the fight. And that he could not accept. After all, the only option Bayo had to save Jasper was through the female familiar.'I can't go out now. We just started. I'm not done yet.' Bayo mused. 'Alright, Yasmin, let's get It started. Status!"_____________________________Name: Bayo -Ascender HumanSpecie: Spirit Wolf Prime -Mythic TypeSoul Stage: Ground ClassEnergy: 901/990Ability: Complex Speech, Energy Absorption, Alpha Howl, Crackling body, Buff Up, Agbara DetectionLaw: (Law of Love) Law of Gluttony_____________________________'You might want to
Ronke groaned on her fours, her silky black hair slowly swirling in the blurry haze of energy radiating from her.Whilst Bayo had gone engaging,Abiola had let her down to focus fully on crushing her soul bond as he had assumed. That act alone had allowed her time to consume another reconstructive healing pill, the effect of which covered her in white glow."Hahaha! Your Soulbond is finished. And your trump card is out, sister. Crushed under my hand. " Abiola laughed proudly, walking forward, towards Ronke and the dome. "You know your problem, Sister. You always underestimate me and all of us at Familiar land." He snorted, slamming his right fist to the center of his chest."Uh." Ronke groaned, raising her head to reveal the surprise in it. "Maybe, you're overestimating yourself.""What?" Abiola paused, frowning slightly.TSSSH… TSSSH… SSSHNNK…Static buzzed in the distance behind Abiola. The Familiar shot Ronke a startle