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curseresistant) wrote2013-03-13 08:42 pm
curseresistant) wrote2013-03-13 08:42 pm
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003rd Forged Devil: Descent into Darkness [Action; Backdated to March 10]
[March 10]
[Hector's return to Luceti is silent. He is left in the home that he shares with his fellow Forgemaster. He doesn't spot Isaac, not in the immediate area, but his power permeates throughout their subterranean home... and it infuriates him. The fact that he would live with the man that had killed his wife -- the man that taunted him at every turn -- fills him with anger, with disgust.]
[He gathers as much of his belongings as he could, nothing the amount of raw materials among them, before hastily departing from the 'house'.]
[Hector runs deeper into the forests, at first driven by those negative emotions -- but soon, he realizes that his departure could mean something else entirely.]
[Once he's at a quiet, hopefully undisturbed location, Hector spends quite some time setting up his task, metals and precious stones all arranged as meticulously as can be -- as though their very placement had some sort of significance.]
[With all of the preparations complete, and with the Forgemaster relatively content with his work, Hector steps back to begin.]
Heed my words, O great powers of darkness! Release to me one of the tortured souls! [As his hands are thrust out to his sides, they begin to glow with concentrated power; a strong breeze kicks up around him, wisps of dark energy whirling around both Forgemaster and his materials.] Let me infuse him with my life-force, and awaken him to the world of the living!
[The collection of jewels and metal scraps glimmers brightly, and an ethereal form forms above them; a large, winged shape that stands rather imposingly for a spirit.]
Immaculate being! Appear before me now!!
[And with that, he thrusts his hands forward, directing the whirl of magic and the energy in his hands toward the shimmering shape of the Devil in front of him in a blast of power; slowly, like a statue being sculpted, the ethereal being solidifies from its feet upward, until its gold and black form stands deathly still upon the ground.]
[The crystals embedded in the Innocent Devil's torso pulse with a soft pink light, almost like a heartbeat. As the white-haired man draws toward it, it stirs.]
Ah, so you remember me. Good.
[March 11th to the 18th]
[For the next few days, Hector and his ID frequent the Battle Dome; the two of them seem to be working quite well together, taking down even the hardest of simulations with utmost ease.]
[Outside of the Dome, however, he is not as graceful; his temper is short, his patience thin, and any extended conversation seems to leave him in a foul mood.]
[Anyone is free to approach the Forgemaster, but there are no guarantees that he'll be pleasant conversation.]
[Hector's return to Luceti is silent. He is left in the home that he shares with his fellow Forgemaster. He doesn't spot Isaac, not in the immediate area, but his power permeates throughout their subterranean home... and it infuriates him. The fact that he would live with the man that had killed his wife -- the man that taunted him at every turn -- fills him with anger, with disgust.]
[He gathers as much of his belongings as he could, nothing the amount of raw materials among them, before hastily departing from the 'house'.]
[Hector runs deeper into the forests, at first driven by those negative emotions -- but soon, he realizes that his departure could mean something else entirely.]
[Once he's at a quiet, hopefully undisturbed location, Hector spends quite some time setting up his task, metals and precious stones all arranged as meticulously as can be -- as though their very placement had some sort of significance.]
[With all of the preparations complete, and with the Forgemaster relatively content with his work, Hector steps back to begin.]
Heed my words, O great powers of darkness! Release to me one of the tortured souls! [As his hands are thrust out to his sides, they begin to glow with concentrated power; a strong breeze kicks up around him, wisps of dark energy whirling around both Forgemaster and his materials.] Let me infuse him with my life-force, and awaken him to the world of the living!
[The collection of jewels and metal scraps glimmers brightly, and an ethereal form forms above them; a large, winged shape that stands rather imposingly for a spirit.]
Immaculate being! Appear before me now!!
[And with that, he thrusts his hands forward, directing the whirl of magic and the energy in his hands toward the shimmering shape of the Devil in front of him in a blast of power; slowly, like a statue being sculpted, the ethereal being solidifies from its feet upward, until its gold and black form stands deathly still upon the ground.]
[The crystals embedded in the Innocent Devil's torso pulse with a soft pink light, almost like a heartbeat. As the white-haired man draws toward it, it stirs.]
Ah, so you remember me. Good.
[March 11th to the 18th]
[For the next few days, Hector and his ID frequent the Battle Dome; the two of them seem to be working quite well together, taking down even the hardest of simulations with utmost ease.]
[Outside of the Dome, however, he is not as graceful; his temper is short, his patience thin, and any extended conversation seems to leave him in a foul mood.]
[Anyone is free to approach the Forgemaster, but there are no guarantees that he'll be pleasant conversation.]