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The Prophecy...

welcome back Chimera's Dirge...i have some fond memories tucked away seeing as you were my first ever faction.....

Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, so will Chimera's Dirge.....i knew youd be back

Welcome Back ^^

The room appears to be in the slums of Westview. Torn and tattered walls with spray can markings from various gangs claiming that this is 'their territory' riddle the walls like an odd museum. As you take in the sights the door fly's open: the hinges snap as it breaks off, flying past the view of the camera and lands noisily on the ground. Two women try to carry and restrain a man - the first is a beautiful Zionite, her hair tied up but in tatters due to fighting the muscular man. The other is dressed in leather, and hissing at the man as he struggles. They yell back and forth, but the sounds belting forth from the mans throat are too much, he howls and barks as he fights to break free...

"Damnit! He's getting too strong!" the first woman yells, "He's changing too fast, we have to sedate him!"

The second calmly replies "If we do that, he will surely loose his body in the real... Sorry my ex-love, you're going to have to endure this to survive."

The man continues to struggle as his face contorts odly, he is writhing in pain as his bone structure reforms and strengthens. Human K-9's reform as they lengthen and sharpen. All he can do is try too fight and bear the pain as his body tourtures him.

"You brought this on yourself lovely. You made a deal with the devil, and never cared what happened to you." the second woman calmly whispers in his ear. "You are your own creation, face it or die - it matters little to me..."

The Zionite shoots a cold glare to the first, looking her over and sneering at the cold comment. But she remembers that most drinkers have little emotion or use for nostalgia. She wonders what drove her to accept this, but disregards it as she feels a blow to the face - The man with red hair had managed to get loose. As he breaks free, he immediately retreats to the corner, surrounded by a makeshift operations center he lowers to all fours and growls deeply: as he claws as his own body.

"Great, so we got him here, now what?" the Zionite asks.

"You're the scientist, you tell me..." The drinker absent-mindedly picks at her fingernails and examines them. "why don't we just strap him down and let him suffer? He's a bastard anyway." She grinned at her own sharp comment.

"Yea, that will help him... Look at him! The poor son-of-a-***** is changing... And this isn't normal. He shouldn't be in any pain if his body is dying... Get your sister to his ship!" Her breathing quickens as he tries to get close and get a hold of him again, but her attempts fail. Each time she tries to get close he drops back to all fours and begins to snap his newly found K-9's at her. As she backs away he begins to whimper and hold his head as he drops to the floor in a ball, much like a newborn baby or someone fresh out of the Pods. He writhes in agony as the Drinker's phone rings.

She spoke coldly into her phone, "Yea?... You don't say. My but this is interesting, I wonder if he survives what we will call him." She smiled as she closed her phone, her obtrusive fangs glinting in the light. "Seem's his body isn't dying, but reflecting the changes we see here. This day just got interesting, even by my standards."

The man convulsed a final time, his eyes lay open - the iris now yellow. He lay there as if dead as his EJP began to kick in. All the two women could do was watch as it flickered on and off, almost as if rebooting - or shocking a heart to restart it's beat.

Best of luck, Seph. May your path be lined with the life-less bodies of your enemies.

( Srsly though, good luck brah )

Whoot.  Thanks man

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Thanks X!

2 men, Both with Red hair, 2 factions - Prophecy?

Catalyst continued to attempt starting his heart. The EJP procedure was amplified - each jolt ran down from his spinal column into his nerves and muscles, finally reaching his heart. Sephr's crew watched in stunned fear for their leaders life, hoping the next one would be it; the one to start his heart beating again.

Elroh, ex-sister to the drinker within the Matrix finally had enough. "Cat, Stop it! He's gone... He's not coming back..." she cried as she watched her ex-brother-in-law lay there. What they didn't realize was his heart beat so faint, nothing could detect it.

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The Zionite Arkiya and the Drinker SilkPhoenix watched from within the Matrix. Sephr's EJP made him fall into code over and over as Catalyst attempted to revive her master, with no avail. Finally, Catalyst activated the final EJP to remove his mind from the Matrix; if not just to respect the man that once led many.

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A near ritualistic procession followed the moments after Catalyst gave up on Sephr. Like a hive of bee's Sephr's crew went to work; unplugging him and preparing him for his rest. They carried him into his quarters, laying him on his bed and covering him in a ragged and torn sheet, wrapping his makeshift bandanna around his wrist. They closed the door, and per his orders locking it tight before tack welding it shut. He wanted a tomb, they gave him one.

Elroh had made sure the crew was ready to take on whatever tasks were needed before taking her leave from the Cerberus III. She took the time to calm Catalyst down, feed the crew, and make any minor repairs she could. When she departed, the crew solemnly went back to their usual tasks.

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Days had passed, the crew began to loose their somber attitudes and started to become as playful as they once were. None passed by their old Captains quarters though. They swore something felt so wrong about it, but there were still tributes too him. Strange images of a better time, articles of clothing, and even bits of food were left in front of his door so that none would ever forget the sacrifices he made for them.

Inside Sephr's makeshift tomb, nothing had changed. He still layed there, just as he was placed. Suddenly his sheet gave a ripple, as if a breath had been taken. Again, the sheet rippled like pond water with a rock thrown into it. His chest began to rise and fall, a finger twitched. He rose his hand under the sheet covering him and slowly pulled it away. His eyes closed, he rose to a sitting position with his head drooped down like a drunk after a long night.

As he opened his eyes, the light was blinding, tho the room was pitch black. Suddenly his head and muscles screamed; as they screamed he howled, piercing the sounds of the engines of his ship whirring away. He lept to his feet, craning his neck around trying to get his bearings. He had no clue where he was, even though his eyes allowed his sight to pierce through the darkness of his quarters. He moved around using his hands for balance like an extra set of legs as he ran into near everything inside his old quarters.

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A normal day for his now abandoned crew, they were all about the Cerberus III with their normal tasks. They had been searching for RedRedRayne, the only one who could give them clues as to what happened to cause Sephr such a fate. They had the "Jaded Faith" on their scanners, but were too afraid to approach, as Rayne had a tenant for keeping people away. It seemed the only one that grew close was Sephr, and with him gone their connection to her as well. They feared her, for she was a program that was made to cause destruction; her only duty in "life." As they called a meeting in the mess hall, to determine if an approach was worth the risk, their ears rang as a howl split the cold damp air.

"Gahh! What the hell was that?!"

"I don't know!" screamed a small woman, "Sentinels?"

"No," responded a staunch man, "there is no way they ever sounded like that. It sounded like it came from inside the ship!"

"What?! That's impossible! Catalyst, Pull up an IR scan of the ship, just in case!"

An impeccably tiny man approached, cleaning his ears out and shaking his head he spoke. "Uh, I think I know where it came from... And whatever it is, it's wrecking Sephr's old room..."

Pure Win.

Thanks for the fun tonight Hutchie!  Gimme a /tell whenever you're doing boxes.  Always have a few friends down for doing them!

Yayyy I finally made a forum account >.>

CHIMERA DIRGE FTW!! =D

CHIMERA DIRGE FTW!! =D

Times 100!!

byond wrote:

 

CHIMERA DIRGE FTW!! =D

Times 100!!

/disagree

Ill settle for..

Merovingian FTW!!!