(Well I don't normally do this but for those who choose to take part in this private thread ((Basically ask to join)) Imma post regardless of posting order mostly because I'd rather not wait. I'll try not to skip people if someone joins but more than a few days or so and I'll slap in another post)
Atrum threw his arms forwards the portal was there, but it wasn't open. He was running out of time, he could feel that thing's aura behind him, as if it was bearing down his neck right at this moment. He threw the portal open his muscles screaming at his as he fought against the raging energies of the portals. The energy swept out and pulled him in leaving the Glass fields empty...save for the sound of glass cracking under heel as the figure that had been chasing Atrum approached the scorch marks left by the opening of the portal.
The figure stood in utter silence, drowning out the natural noise of the area save for the unwavering wind tat blew through the area. The figure pulled it's hat down a bit before turning around taking slow deliberate steps away from the site. It wasn't for hours after the figure had left that the creatures began to return to the area, avoiding the boundary area even more than usual. Leaving the area however, was a form similar to Atrum down the to invincible straw hat, leaving the area a new destination ahead. The figure headed towards East Fiore, towards magnolia...
Atrum fell, fell for what felt like hours. When he finally hit the ground the presence of his new location became apparent. The giant opened his eyes fighting the urge to pass out. The pressure on his body became so powerful he felt like he was fighting to not be crushed under his own skin. The landscape of the area wasn't the Hellfire he expected, it was much like his home, expect with far less trees. Though the terrain was the same, it was certainly similar consistency, it was strange that it even existed where ever he was now. He was aiming for the Ancient Hells. The place where Failures like himself went to, he knew that despite being failures the member of his kind who would reside in the Ancient Hells would be far stronger than anyone in the world of the living. After all they were heard with those 'Demons'. Different than the ones that normally plagued the world of the living, these were creature of power, of strength. They were the representation of everything his people stood for. They were more powerful than other demons, they were hardier, they were faster and more skilled, and they didn't just have natural talent, they also worked for their abilities.
With the sky a blood red and a mostly barren terrain Atrum gathered his strength and strode forwards now to find either is people... or the Amandla...which ever came first. The Giant put one foot in front of another for what must've been an hour since he started moving. He was struggling already but he refused to bend, he had only been moving an hour his body was stronger than this...
He looked up and spotted what was... a town? The giant panted as his muscles struggled against the oppressive atmosphere bearing down on him. Well he hadn't heard anything of a settlement here before but what would he know about the Acient hell? He never died before. The giant kept marching putting on a manic grin, he might die here. Dead running for his life like a coward, from a copy cat. His people were the greatest warriors of the human world. And yet they were chased from their own homes like a bunch of cowardly weaklings, unable to fight back, and here he was doing the same, running away from his copycat. He deserved to die, he was a coward, a failure, a weakling. His line did not deserve to survive...but.... Atrum's grin grew wider.
"(I'm officially bored with Hell.)" Atrum stated as he fell to his knees for what must've been the thousandth time since he started walking. He might've said he'd rather be literally anywhere else if it weren't for the fact that he fled from what he could guess was the worse thing ever to get here. He growled and pushed himself against his feet, almost there keep going. He growled as his muscles continued to protest the extreme work they were putting up with. He didn't care, and in truth his body probably didn't either, but nothing short of death was going to stop his body from doing it's job, and warning him when he's pushing himself past him limits.
"(Come on body, let's keep going we can rest when we're dead.)" He growled, his stomach grumbling in response. He blinked, he knew he ate recently...was this place affecting him even more than normal? If he continues like this, he might die. His body might be cannibalizing himself, he'd get a boost from that for a bit before he couldn't keep up the process and died. "(Need...to make it there, if I can just make it there... if I coul-)" Atrum fell to his knees and reached out. He was soo close, if he could just make it to the town he could possibly rest, get some food, eat something. His fingers brushed against the edge of town's border.
He was right there, he could make it, he could do it he knew he could. He had the strength in him. Atrum forced his muscles forwards but nothing happened. His body had nothing left, he couldn't make it. He had nothing left to give, he had nothing left in his tanks, he wasn't prepared for this, he was going to die here unable to make the last hurdle like always. Atrum's jaw clenched and his muscles tensed and strained as he thought about it. He was going to fail again, unable to reach that last inch, unable to go that last distance, everytime he made that push he didn't have the power or the intelligence or the speed to put him in the winning corner. He had always seen that there was more to learn than from losing than winning, but when you always came up short, when you always just weren't good enough, when your hard work just didn't matter, what could you learn?
What did he have? Why wasn't he stronger? He was a Member of the Furan War tribe he was a member of the experts of combat and war throughout the world, yet his people were destroyed, scattered twisted, tortured, broken, dead, undead, and so on. His people were gone and he was one of the last representatives of them, and here in this peace loving, hardship free fiore was where he kept falling short. His hard work meant nothing here, his life long training? Pointless, Ira Woede, Nines, Kotone, Raven, Argon, so on and so forth all these people that never had to go through his people's plight, their own troubles were unknown to him. Was it just him? was he not good enough, was he pathetic? Nines and Ira were hardcore, impressive really, they often made him forget he wasn't at home among his people, but then Kotone and Raven who's bodies were far less scared from extreme exercise and labor who's view reflected that their hardships were not plagued with demons and Hellfire, and more death than any individual should ever see. Their dragon magic elevated them above him.
Atrum wasn't good enough, his people where shattered, and if the same things had happened to fiore instead, he had no doubt that the country would've fell. The Dragon slayers probably would've died out, the magic council was always incompetent they couldn't keep a focus defense against the corruption they probably would've all died...there people were not warriors, a small amount of people were mages, and even less were Warriors. kotone liked a fight, but she wasn't really the kind of person he'd expect to find at his side in a war unless she was forced into it, the wars he had been in, he had always gone to benefit his people. He couldn't see anyone from this country, besides the criminal element doing what he did. Atrum had no words, he opened his mouth and an insane gargle came out.
Blood began leaking from his eyes and mouth as he gargled out his incoherent rage, he was dying and everything about his life and death left himangry, more angry than he had ever been in his entire life. More angry than he was when Yeago attacked their hunters using his stealth abilities to catch them off guard. More angry than when he was accused of Regicide multiple times, more angry than when he was forced out of his homeland by the worst kind of creatures he could imagine, worse than when the only thing he had left close to his heart, his family was attacked by the shadow lord. Atrum was a pathetic man who's life was nothing but disappointment and rage, every single thing he had was going to go away, every single thing he wanted was forever out of reach. When was the last time he ever felt true joy and not just the rush of fight? Atrum growled on last time as his eyes began to close, this wasn't anger, this wasn't hatred. This wasn't rage. Whatever it was, it strangely comforted the giant as he finally lost consciousness...
Atrum opened his eyes, he was laying on his back somewhere, relatively comfortable. Though the distinct feeling of being crushed to death was still there. He tried to move and his body simply refused. What was going on? Where was he? When did he get here? Who or what moved him here? He had so many questions and he couldn't really do anything to answer them. Atrum tried to get a idea of where he was, some sort of building, looked Fiorian in its architecture, he couldn't move his head but he could tell he was in a bed, blankets wrapped around him. There was some sort of bedside desk thing, he couldn't quiet tell what it was specifically, but there was definitely something on it.
"(Oh He's Awake.)" A voice sounded, Atrum's ears perking at the noise and he tried to see if he could move again. Nope no movement just the searing pain of his body breaking down, and what he suspected was what being aware of your every cell dying felt like. "(Hey there whelp still feel like shit?)" The voice asked and Atrum tried to give a response but he couldn't move even his mouth. "(Still not used to the atmosphere huh? Don't worry if you don't die in the next few hours your not gonna.)" The figure said, atrum tried to focus on the voice rather than the words, the was voice too smooth and melodic for the giant to peg as male, but too rough and gruff to be pegged as female either and since they were staying out of his field of vision he could only assume he was found by an androgen who somehow was living in hell. That or the Amandla could pass as male or female, but why would one help him? "(I'll take that aura of slight panic as a "I'm not really appreciating that." Sorry kid,not trying to scare ya.)" The voice laughed, as Atrum tried to force his body to move just a bit.
"(Kid, kid, calm down I'm not gonna hurt ya, huh probably can't move can ya?)" The figure approached Atrum and the giant felt his heart beat increase. "(You should at least get to see the one that took pity on your possibly soon to be a corpse self I guess.)" The voice said walking towards him and leaning into his field of vision. Well he guess the fact that you couldn't tell the gender of this person right, though with all the silver hair in his face he was willing to hazard a guess as female. "(Sup pup, I'm Sariel.)" Atrum's eyes widened with shock and his mouth opened out of reflex.
"(You're who?!") Atrum managed through the extreme pain and his body breaking down.
"(Oh good you still can talk, though it look like that sentence took a lot out of you... Wait I know friends help people heal right I'll get you someone who'll be willing to hang out while you recover. Better make sure they can handle this place first. Wait there pup." Sariel said leaving Atrum's view murmuring to them self.
Sariel?! SARIEL?! THE SARIEL? THe Northern Tribes 'Avatar of Death'? What in the Blazing Hells was Sariel doing here? The Giant had heard legends of the Reveler's personal Avatar, and joy oh joys Sariel's gender was freaking ambiguous as Hells, the last thing he wanted was to accidentally call what was essentially one of the most terrifying war masters of his people's entire history. Holy High Hells this was possibly one of the worst situations he could end up in dying and broken in the hands of a legend he had no idea how to deal with. Balzing Hells!
"Alright alright now don't panic, you're just in Hell, or a version of hell really it doesn't matter what you think about it as long as you don't panic." Sariel said after the figure appeared from the portal. "So I called you 'down here' because I got a man to size of shaved owlbear with shark teeth who needs someone familar while he recovers and apparently you answered the call he's in the next room, treat him gently or I'll kill ya." Sariel said walking off towards the kitchen.
Last Edit: Nov 22, 2015 1:21:48 GMT by Atrum Furea
Bellua let out a terrified scream when the flaming portal warped her into a strange and unknown place bringing up her hands in defense as she did so. calming down and regaining her composure as soon as she saw the hmm well now isn't this person a bit easy on the eyes...though. Were they a guy or a girl? She was in Hell? If this was hell why was she here already? She wasn't THAT bad, she hadn't even murdered anyone yet. Seriously she stole a few tings and maybe kinda sorta considered kidnapping, but she didn't actually do it!
"Giant wit shark Teeth?... ATRUM?" She asked as the other person walked off, she rushed forwards into the room they had motioned towards and stared at the unmoving figure in the bed. "Big guy? You're hurt?" She asked unsure of what could actually harm the big guy she met before to this point, even when he was on his deathbed before he was still scary. "Uhh I've never been at a bedside before... Most people I liked enough to show up never really survived their injuries..." She said nervously. "Oh shit I'm terrible at this! Why am I even here!?" She said holding her head panicking, she was gonna have to watch another person she actually like die again because that was what always happened!
Atrum's body was at war with itself, constantly trying to tear itself down as it desperately tried to heal. Something was going on and he didn't know what, was it hell itself? Could be but he didn't have any evidence to prove it- Wait he recognized that shouting voice... Bellua? Atrum blinked as he listened to her panic next to him. She really did have a terrible bedside manner, he felt like crap but at least he had someone coming in here and making him chuckle regardless of the extreme pain it caused him. Atrum gave a sigh and sat up forcing his body to move, something was different now, the pain was still there, hell it was worse than before....but that didn't matter to him as much anymore.
"You know hearing things like that really makes me feel worried." He said a smug grin on his face as his body rose and he lifted his arms trying to figure out how much control he had with this unimaginable pain flowing through his being. Interesting, his body might as well be dead....and the pain was refusing to fade.... It was so powerful he couldn't ignore it. Still he could move, he could function. The pain oh good gods the pain, it pissed him off. "So you are what Sariel meant when they said friend... Huh are we friends? I mean we met once before... But I did not think that we were that close." He said freezing as Sariel entered the room again.
"What this chick isn't your friend? You seem a lot better already though so I guess she must be important... Well whatever, when you feel like moving around come meet me in the living room I have food ready and we can talk about how much of a complete fucking dumbass you are, seriously walking into hell like you own the place. 'Check out the big balls on me, look at all the fucks I give about hell. Oh whoops looks like my physiology doesn't agree with the place looks like imma die now.' Next time you jump into a alternate world make sure you got a way back most of these places are deadly to humans." Sariel said leaving continuing to mock Atrum as they left.
Bellua stopped her panicking as Atrum sat up and started to snark her, she turned around and reached out to give him a soft slap as Sariel began to sass him in return and blinked. That might've been an overreaction, sure they had only met the once but he was awesome to he then, occasionally he got short tempered and grumpy but she was sure they had started a friendship from that. you don't just fight a guy and seal his wounds without getting a bit close to him after all, it was a bit more personal than that. You build a connection with the one who you treat and fight like that. Plus they ate together and discovered that adorable little fairy girl so yeah she was under the impression they were pals at least. Maybe not the best of friends or even really close friends at all, but friends at least. It kinda hurt to hear that he had no connection with her at all. Also a blow to her ego was he not happy to see her?
"You Jerk! Here I am getting all worried and panicky over you and you go and act like we haven't even exchanged names! That hurts you know!" She said angrily pushing him as she made room for herself to sit on his bed. [olor=darkred]"Though I'm glad you're not dead, I don't have any other giant friends, and you're one of the more fun friends I've had in a while. So don't go dying on me until I've had my fill of fun got it?"
[/color] She demanded angrily standing up and walking towards the living rom where Sariel went. "Imma go see what's going on you rest up a bit more and come see me and... Sariel did you call 'em? in the living room. At least I think that's a living room..." She muttered as she exited the room a scream ripping from her throat as her world suddenly exploded into pain.[/p]
Bellua threw herself back into the bedroom and retreated back onto the bed staring at the doorway wide eyed. "Orrr maybe I'll stay here...forever....ow...."]/color] she moaned unhappily.
Last Edit: Dec 4, 2015 22:32:24 GMT by Bellua Daemon
".....My apologies. I do not make friends easily, so I. That is just an excuse, Clearly I insulted you, forgive me I did not intend to do so." He said simply rubbing the cheek she slapped, it felt like his skin was exploding. It was weird, it didn't bother him at all by this point. He was about to say something else when Bellua screamed and leapt back and almost knocked him off his bed. "....Let me guess, you just felt like pain exploded violently all over the entirety of your body did you not? Yeah I have been feeling that ever since I got here. I think it is time for answers, stay here I shall go figure out what is going on." He said standing up and walking over towards Sariel.
While Atrum walked into the next room and proceeded to get a verbal lashing from his host the portal that Sariel neglected to close shimmered with a brilliance similar to when Sariel had used it earlier, energy dancing around as the portal grew in size to a person...
Last Edit: Dec 21, 2015 5:36:16 GMT by Atrum Furea
