The Dialectics of Dark Chocolate

[Hope98]

"I will talk to you later on. For now, let's just go find Linda." I walk out of the library and start looking for Linda.

[Peter "The Owl"]

"Good. Well, let's find her, she can't have gone far."

[Fate]

Fate turns from Destiny and glances to the man behind him. Was he speaking to me? Fate supposed it couldn't hurt to talk and so he replied "I prefer less crowded places, but yes it is nice out."

The man seems to be kind, so Fate has an instant dislike towards the him at first. Glancing away in another direction Fate pretends to occupy himself with staring through the glass doors of the building accross the street, not knowing quite what to say to this person.

[Arya]

Eyeing a rather large building, apparently the base of operations of the group known as the 'rebels', Arya strided towards it, anxiously awaiting a meeting with those part of the group.

Perhaps the only reason he even gathered the information was because of the local townspeople. Even in their despair, they managed to relay the location of this building and which world he lay in.

After drinking the Panacea, he couldn't believe in anything he saw or trust anyone, assuming this world and all its inhabitants were servants of Ravana, himself.

Entering the large building, he began to search for rebels who he could question.

[Linda ~ Death's Symphony]

I decided to go back to the library looking for Hope. I see them walking around. "hey!" I said running toward them.

[Peter "The Owl"]

"Oh, Linda, good. We have to get out of here and back to the mortal plane. There is much to do in a short time. Which way to the cow?"

[Linda ~ Death's Symphony]

I whistled and Moomoo came racing to us. All of us hopped on. "This way." I said winking at Peter as I kicked from the ground, we speed through the castle. A wormhole opened and in a flash we were over the farm were Hope and I trained. "Were to?" i asked as we drifteed in the sky.

[Damien Fireheart]

Damien stands, the fire instantly going out in a puff of smoke as he pulls his legs away from the wood. The fire burns up his legs as he walks after Autumn as it slowly burns out.

"I wonder if there is a mission we could take on?"

[Peter "The Owl"]

Peter squintes his eyes as they take off. "Um... ten miles outside Bejing! To the north."

[Stephen Christiansen]

He sat, eating a small bar of chocolate and sipping at his coffee. His attempts to find the feminists were not going so well. He saw a few he thought might be part of the group, but they ignored him, probably assuming him to be some pervert. The amusing part for him was that he knew they were right. He continued to munch on the bar and sip his coffee while watching the streets for anything that might be connected to the feminists.

[Freak Boy]

Freak Boy regains consciousness in the cells of the Red Infinity jail. Of course, he's merely thought of as Antonio Gonzales. He rubs his head and looks around. He's screwed... he could contact Bassarov--no... Valodya bailed him out when he was cornered by the Dragon. He couldn't ask him to do it again. This time... Freak Boy was on his own.

[Linda ~ Death's Symphony]

With remarkable speed we were now in Bejing. "Alright, were asreyou going specifically?" I asked him. Ready to steer.

[Satsujin]

Satsujin had not found anyone in the Nihilist headquarters and assumed they were all out fighting to further his cause, blindly working to further their own destruction. He couldn't help but smile despite his weakened state as he sat in a dark corner of the room, the shadows drawing inward toward Satsujin as he lowered his head to concentrate on gathering his lost power.

[Tsubaki]

I looked at the comb. "I don't have a clue.." I said holding it out infront of me. "maybe it'll activate in the presance of Satsujin? Its worth a try." I said.

[Peter "The Owl"]

Peter slides off the cow and reaches into his coat, pulling out two small bags. He pulls open the draw strings on the first one and begins to lay down a circle with the white powder that falls from the bag.

He forms a circle about seven feet across with a five pointed star contained within it. Once the circle of complete he closes the first bag and opens the second. Peter begins pouring more powder, this time red.

Using the red powder he forms symbols around the edge of the circle, and within it between the points of the star. The whole thing takes about fifteen minutes to complete.

Closing the second bag and replacing them both in his coat Peter stands at the base of the circle of magic and takes a deep breath. "Alright, this is only going to work for fifteen minutes or so. After that, the circle's power will fade and the LeShay will return to where ever I pulled him from.

Now, this is important: whatever you do, not not disrupt the circle. As long as we are outside of it, the LeShay will be unable to effect use, physically or magically but if the circle is broken, it will be free to leave. And it likely won't be happy about being summoned..."

Peter closes his eyes and begins muttering under his breath. He mutters for a few moment, then falls silent. As soon as he finishes the spell, the circle flares with light, the powder shinning like it was a neon light. "LeShay!" Peter states, firmly and clearly, "Kelthassil!"


((Post to Kelthassil. You play D&D, so I think you'll know what I'm doing here.))