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[adwarf]

What. Mary Sue #1 gets a ghost too?

Nope technically I am part of Cyphus, and I am only talking to him. ALSO STOP CALLING ME A MARY SUE 

[Darvi]

Follow the group, but stay away from the shadow. Only bad things happen when the likes of him are around.

Also, he isn't really a Mary Sue...

The actual term would be Marty Stu, or Gary Stu for those who prefer rhyming over aliterations...

[breadbocks]

Curse you and your preciseness about terminology, Darvi!

Go ahead of the group to stay away from the shadow dude. He can only be trouble.

[Darvi]

What, I didn't say anything :V

[SeriousConcentrate]

Darvi, you're going to have to tell us everyone's names so we know who to address our anguished cries at.

[breadbocks]

DID is only interesting if I know who to express my anger at.

[Tarran]

Poke.

[Talarion]

I promise I'll write up a turn for this (And SoX, maybe RoN) later, but I can't do it right now. Many apologies for the long break!

[Tarran]

...Turn?

[Tarran]

This is dead, isn't it?

Darn, this was actually one of the RTDs I was enjoying a decent amount.

RIP Zaphain.

[adwarf]

*Stabs Zaphain with spear*

R.I.P.

[Talarion]

It's not dead. It's merely sleeping while I try to avoid failing school <.<

[Talarion]

Turn 8

The mission was over... Well, really, thats all. You all feel the pressure in the back of your skulls that signifies the approach of your transport. Carrison, a senior member, is a summoner-type talent. Her Talent is to summon... Well, a dragon. A large black wyrm, with room enough to fit all of you. It hovers over the forest, wind rushing through the trees, due to it's massive, leathery wings. Ten smaller dragons fly down, apparently strong enough to... Well, airlift you to the dragon. Once you are all settled, the dragon takes off, heading in the direction of Rome. As you all know, the entrance to your HQ is on the way. Akhain and Carrison chat quietly on the neck of the wyrm. Cyphus' shadow broods near the tail, somehow having gotten aboard on it's own. The trip is uneventful, and you reach the site easily, being placed in the center of a large occult-looking circle by the smaller dragons. The air starts to shimmer inside the circle, glittering and thickening as the circle disappears... As do you. You've entered the pocket dimension that is your HQ succesfully.

Chapter 2
The Conflict

You all stare at the sight before your eyes. A large group of people, below the platform you're on, at the foot of the stairs leading to it. In the center, two figures prominent. One; A Talented, the leader of Jaik, one of the divisions of Zaphain, and the other, A Demonic, the leader of Naz, another division. They both have multiple small wounds, and are both staring at eachother intently. Akhain immediately lurches forward, rushing down the steps. Why? Because to everyone watching, it's obvious that they are about to kill eachother. Not figuratively, but literally; Both are building their energy to clash together. Akhain pushes to the center, shouting at both of them to stop. His shadow-self watches, it's pure white eyes flicking between the two. From what Akhain says, you gather the two were both good friends with eachother. Maybe they just don't want to kill anyone else, or maybe Akhain holds sway over them both. They both stalk off in opposite directions after one last glance. The crowd starts to disperse, leaving you all with the feeling that this won't be the last you see of this conflict.

[Digital Hellhound]

I haven't been following this at all. I hope that doesn't disqualify me from playing now? I'll write up a character now.

EDIT:
Name: Aram Davidyan
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Personality: Introverted and antisocial, Aram speaks little and views others with indifference at best. Addicted to various substances, ranging from cigarettes to hard drugs, he only shows much emotion when suffering from withdrawal.
Physical Description: Aram has a wiry, short build, with dark brown hair and eyes and somewhat aquiline features. He wears small, reflective glasses very out of place in the modern world and is clad in thick layers of padded clothing even in the summer heat.
Background: Aram hails from a small town in Armenia, where he lived alone and had a reputation as an eccentric. He travelled often, changing identities with his Talent when it suited him.
Abilities: Talent, body transformation (both to himself and to others)

[Darvi]

"...what was that all about...?"