Sunday, April 17, 2016

Gatherings, Part 1

"And so, we all meet again."

The darkness shrouded the one of the three people gathered here in the darkest depths of the Demonic Plains, the moon hidden behind the clouds. The only source of light was a candle, a thin, shadow man stretching out from the light provided. The other man illuminated held a bloodstained knife, one hand held to his face to obscure it. Light seemed to be swallowed up by the darkness that surrounded the third and final person, the others barely making out arms extending out from where her face would be.

"Tell me of what happened two years ago," she said, voice as cold as a blizzard storm, "for I see nothing of what I was promised."

The shadow figure fiddled with his fingers, every word breathy as if he has just ran a marathon. "Well, my dear! What an interesting story to tell, to say the least. I have good news and bad news. The good news is: Farmer John was slain, a major threat to your power- our power, really. The bad news, well, ah..."

A snort escaped from the other man as he said bluntly, "But Kit-face and Coony couldn't handle the Kobbers... or the Psychics that arrived. The ritual was left incomplete, and Farmer John used the last of his soul's power to create a theme park for the kids he took care of."

"Yes. Yes, that." The shadow knelt down and let out a long, drawn out sigh. "My deepest apologies. I should have seen the ritual complete, or at least allowed that Feyland Flower distract others away from such matters. At the very least, I could have possessed one of those deliquents and-"

A lightning bolt struck the ground next to the shadow man, the man flinching at the sound.

"And yet, here you are, snivelling to me as if I have full power here," the woman snapped. "You are fortunate, Nightstalker, that I cannot hurt you in your current form, and that I do not have the power to break your curse and kill you for your failure. I trust that you will not make the same mistake again, or else I WILL find a way to do just that."

"Y-yes, my dear lady, of course, I shan't fail you again!" Nightstalker bowed graciously, while his friend impatiently tapped his foot.

"You didn't call us here without reason, did you? I have a very specific mission, and I intend on making sure my target suffers for what they did to me. Rebuffing my love and taking away my one charm... I want to make her feel the same pain she made ME feel."

The woman huffed. "You are too impatient. You will have your chance soon enough, though... I do require those Psychics eliminated. If we are to perform the ritual again, it must be uninterrupted by heroes. And what I heard is that some are close, very close, to achieving Omega level Psychokinesis. Should even one achieve that naturally..."

Winds howled around them, silence reigning for a good minute or two.

"Nightshade, you are to make sure they do not get to this point. Our ally shall do the honors of reaping the souls necessary for the ritual. Preferably one powerful soul, one that can call forth the being from another plane and bind with it, giving us the power to destroy the fey and rule this world."

"It shall be done. And you shall remain here to gather more of your power and drive these demons back to war against the Fey, yes? Perhaps another of your gambits?"

When the clouds moved away, the moon shined down on the woman, revealing the many arms holding orbs, and the smirk on her face.

"Of course. What goddess doesn't use the pawns laid about the board? As long as the queen, rooks, and knights are killed, there will be nothing stopping us from getting checkmate.

What a glorious day it will be for all of us, then, to see to it that Siren is no more."

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"Trapped. Still trapped here."

"Why weren't we chosen? Why couldn't we escape?"

"How come Missingno gets to have all the fun?"

"Professor, is there any way to make this go faster? Your assistants have been finding parts for this machine for ages.

ALL IN DUE TIME

"As per usual, then. I hope it gets done soon... All I see is Ramza marrying a generic White Mage and having an amusement park and I just suddenly wish I was there to congratulate him. It's been too long... I wonder if he remembers me? The me that actually existed? Even though I hardly did anything."

"Hey, hey, hey! I need that thing more! I want to hear all about Missingno's craaaazy hacking adventures when fighting the Society at the very last minute! And that Garlic stuff! Yeah yeah, all that stuff! Super duper cool!"

"Have you any luck contacting... well, one of your actual assistants? You know, the one you said worked with you before. The one you showed me in that photo album?"

HE AVOIDS ME. ALL HE SEES IS DARKNESS, ALL CONSUMING DARKNESS AND BOTTOMLESS REMOSE.

EVEN THOUGH IT IS I WHO SHOULD APOLOGIZE.

"Maybe try again. One more time! Maybe he'll see this time. He has to see... And help us. 

Help us see a world that moved on without us... even if it is just for a moment."


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PSYCHICPLOT, TOUCHING DOWN JULY 2016!

GLITCHPLOT COMING TO A JUNE NEAR YOUUUUU

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