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OD: The EndShax’s portal opened onto the roof of the Manor. It had been an accident; he was so shaken that all the skills he had mastered in Zenothx’s training mission had vanished. He looked around in the constant drizzle, pulling up his hood with a habit learned from two and a half years of constant rain.
And though he did not have a heart, something inside him twisted at the thought. Two and a half years, and now there were less than three weeks to leave this place. Shax put his hands in his pockets, fingering the slick edge of his ID card, and walked slowly to the edge of the rooftop. The sky was dark and wet, and Tempest Square glistened in the deluge. Shax swallowed, because this was a familiar sight to him too, and this might be the last time he watched the storms in Tempest Square from above.
Sitting on the raised edge, Shax took a single match from an inside pocket and struck it along the rough material of the roof. It flickered to life, bright and colorful in the dimness, an
Toxn's and Not's ProfilesName: Toxn (pronounced “Toxin”)
Somebody’s Name: Not
Title/Proof of Existence: The Manipulative Puppetmaster
Element Description: Toxn can gain complete control over any fully sentient being by touching their head or neck. There will be a flicker of green lightning between his fingers and their skin, and then he has control. Toxn has power every part of them, and he is so skilled it is near impossible to tell that the puppet is being remotely controlled, all the way down to the expressions on their face and the way they focus their eyes. If they are in his line of sight he uses his own vision to control them, but at a distance he will switch to what he calls his “second sight,” which is similar to how a videogame player would view a character in third-person mode. This is a skill he gained after 15+ years with his element.
The length of time the puppet is under his power depends on the
OE: Departure [AM7+]XithArcean left Memory’s Skyscraper with little more than she’d come with: a few changes of clothing, the boots Xeros had made her, her dagger, and the dictionary from Naxir. It was early morning on the World That Never Was, and a fine misting rain was falling. Perhaps it could not even be considered to be “falling,” exactly – the gusting breeze blew it every which way in clouds of cold, tiny droplets. Xith tipped her head back, enjoying the spray of moisture over her face. She had lived far too long in a place with no weather at all… and then, when she had finally been shown whole new worlds of opportunity? She had spent two years locked away in a tower, like that princess she had read about on the Web. She smiled sadly into the rain, changing her grip on her small duffel, and walked across the Skyscraper Plaza. Memory hit her like a blow.
A young sixteen-year old with purple hair stands on the stone before the enormous building that looms above
OE: Secret Santa '12 - Xanecirge 2An act of random kindness. That was all it would be. It was Christmas, after all, and she “felt” guilty about how little time she’d spent around the Skyscraper talking to people. So XithArcean put a little something together on Christmas Day and knocked on a random door.
As she waited for the door to open, she looked down at the thing in her hand. To be honest, she didn’t even really know what it was, except that it was quite heavy and had required melting down her sleeping area to create. XithArcean had developed the habit over the last few months of sleeping in her actual bed, although it had taken hours of work to restore it to a bed-shape after she’d been practicing shaping it with her element for a year and a half, and now the section of thick metal pipe running along the top of her room was almost decorative, a reminder of her past life. Actually, it was starting to irritate her, the way she couldn’t leave those memories behind.
But if there wa
OD: Request Mission 8“Do not kill them all?” Shax was more concerned for his own safety. Regardless, he would have to find the damn world first before he did anything. The Antisocial Scavenger pulled on his coat and headed down to the infirm, grabbing his mission pack on the way out of his room. Descending several flights of stairs, he entered the infirmary, moving quickly over to the cabinets to do a fast restock of his goods. A couple of Ethers, a Potion, an Elixir, some other more conventional forms of first aid, and he figured he was good to go.
He turned around to find that the Nurses were staring at him.
Ignoring their creepy soulless faces, Shax slung the mission pack over his shoulder and headed for the stairs and the long climb up to the archives, pleased to be finally doing something important again. When he was standing in front of the computer bank, he logged on to the system, bringing up the specs on this “Christmas Town” with practiced ease.
He sighed shortly through h
OD: You've Gone Too Far [OC Info Mission 16]Limit Break:
Shax has terrible stamina, so he accesses his Limit Break fairly quickly. In addition, his Gear of choice is the Core Gear, which causes him to access it even sooner. †When he is tired enough to be unsteady on his feet, he gains a sudden rush of clarity. In other words, he experiences a shift in consciousness, making him more alert and aware of things going on around him. His reflexes become enhanced, and he can dodge and avoid attacks much more easily. His Limit Break also gives him much greater control over his element, especially in the case of any burning matches he may have hovering. They begin to spin and move with twice the power and speed of before. Anything else controlled by his element increases velocity and his limits expand to the point where he can control dozens of objects at a time (though that doesn’t mean much considering a dozen are his matches). He tends to feel more tired than ever when his Limit Break expires, though he can quickly remedy
OD: Revisionist History [OC Info Missions 8 + 13]"I don't care what they are, I just want those bastards the hell out of my house!" The gray-haired teen slammed a fist into the wall, face contorted in frustration. When the wall creaked alarmingly he stepped back, trying to bring his emotions under control. This house was little more than a ruin, and one more thoughtless blow could send the whole thing crashing down.
There was no response to his rant, but that was not surprising because he was alone in the room. Truthfully, if there had been anyone, Ash never would have allowed his emotions to show so openly. It was rare for him to even get this agitated, but in these circumstances it was probably justifiable.
There was a shuffling sound from the door. Ash turned slowly, eyes flickering over the dark walls until they came to rest on the thing standing in the doorway. It gazed back at him, burning yellow eyes meeting pale gray, and Ash began to back away slowly. The thing shook its head, long black tendrils bobbing. Then it lung
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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