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OOC - Back from the deeeaaaadd! [/Dr. Orpheus]
OOC - Everyone post to check in and then das battles begins!!
Akuma fades away smiling and the Emerald speaks once more, "Very well Yumeken. I trust in the new way of the world you will create... you are more than worthy of my power. All of you are... Now brace yourselfs my children... It is time for you to ascend!"
Yumeken fades out, and the entire testing area fades back once more to Makosan's mind, filled with colors and Makosan meditating. He's broken out in a large sweat and seems very very tired, but he smiles and says, "You guys... you did it. Wake up!" The vision of his mind fades and the six warriors open thier eyes to quite a shocking site...
Riol is engulfed by flames, they crawl up his skin and cling to his fur... however they do not burn him in the least. The sensation is warm, yet very soothing to be hugged by the energies of life. He floats an inch off the ground in his Sealed Savior form, his Archaic Flare floating in front of him.
The Spirit of the Blade slowly spreads from inside the sword, looking much like she did inside Makosan's mind, a female body glowing with red energy. Without a word, she reaches for Riol, wraps her arms about him in an embrace and then seems to sink beneath his skin, into his body, into the very core of his being.
The flames around him part for a few moments, caught in the current of his rising aura... the glowing lines on his face and arms now grow, take the shape of a line of roaring red and orange flames, highlighting his eyes and twisting about his arms like some sort of exotic tattoo. A thin skin of a red aura begins to flicker around the outline of his body, flickering faster and faster as the flames seem to feed on said aura and flare almost too bright to look at without pain.
All at once, a huge pillar of fire rips out of the ground and totally engulfs Riol from sight and sound, all that exists is the roar of the fire. As quickly as it flared up, the roar stops and the fire fades... floating there now is Sealed Seraph Riol. The design of fire on his face and arms, eyes glowing a myriad of oranges and reds, his Gun-Blade now has it's own new look, golden crests and decorations adorn the handle, the muzzle and the blade now covered in simmalar glowing orange fire markings. Behind Riol, connected to his right shoulder, is a single gorgeous wing. It's huge, feathery and glowing orange and red, each single feather around the edges igniting and floating up into the air detached from the main wing while the blaze spawns a new feather beneath it that will soon be engulfed and float away into nothing as the feather before it.
Riol is the One Winged Angel Of Fire - The Sealed Seraph of Flame.
Koshka floats above the ground, craddled in visible purple winds that hold her aloft. Hur fur and hair slowly float in the twisting gentle currents that slowly straighten her body into a standing posistion. The winds are warm, and almost feel like the arms of a Mother caring for her kitten. Her face glows with purple lines in her Sealed Savior form. Her seal, Yamaharachi, floats in the wind ahead of her.
In a whirlwind, the Spirit of her blade forms in front of her, a glowing purple female form made of wind. Had she a face, she would smile at Koshka before twirling around like a dancer, directly into Koshka's body where she is absorbed into her.
The winds begin to pick up around her, blasting away at Gale force levels, yet somehow not effecting those around her. The lines on her muzzle and arms begin to grow, take the shape, curl around themselves like minature whirlwinds. A thin purple aura begins to blink around her, skin tight, blinking faster and faster as the winds around her whips so hard they tear the very grass from the ground.
There is a deafening explosion as a huge tornado snaps to life and encases Koshka in a huge cocoon of wind and psonic energies, twisting and eating away at the ground underneath her. Then the roar stops, and with an errie grace the psonic winds stop swirling and float and fade away from her back into the air... there floats Sealed Seraph Koshka. The curling designs along her face and around her eyes, twirling down her arms glow in segments and flow along the paths, as if it were truley wind on her skin and in her fur. Her clawed gauntlet is now adorned with tightly bound purple orbs, a psonic fire dripping from them as Koshka moves, the same swirling tattoo now covers the arm blade that extends from it. Her eyes now blade a deep purple, behind her coming from her shoulder blades are two great purple wings, the feathers of which seem to be constantly caught in the strugle to take a physical form and that of psonic energy, making her entire back hum as they quickly shift forms.
Koshka is now the Two Winged Angel of Wind - The Sealed Seraph Of Gale
Yumeken hovers above the ground, not by the cacth of his locks but from an unseen energy that radiates from him. The Green lines along his face and arms glow as the ground beneath him seems to ripple as if it were water instead of solid earth. Ahead of him floating in an X formation are his Seals, Gaia's Buster, radiating the same force as he.
What seems to be sand begins to pour from the blades of the katanas, quickly forming a pile that takes the shape of a male Mobian. The Spirit of his blade stands and then floats into the air with Yumeken. The Spirit falls forward, dust trailing off of him, and falls into Yumeken with a small puff of sand in the air, becoming one with him.
The ground begins to tremble and it can be felt through the entire base as it picks up pace. The lines around his muzzle and arms begin to grow, no longer thin but becoming thick, solid and jaged like some ancient form of Echidna war paint. The circle under his eyes and around his arms, growing and glowing a bright shade of green. As the tremors turn into a full fledged quake, a skin tight green aura begins to blink in and out around Yumeken, pulsating faster and faster as the shaking gets harder and harder.
The blast that breaks out of the ground would kill a normal Mobian, but even Shiva and Makosan are un-effected by the concussion as a huge pillar of magma engulfs Yumeken, making him feel warm and cozy instead of in agonizing pain that normal heat this large would cause. The magma begins to twist and dry, forming huge green crystals in a twisting spire, the core of which glows with Yumeken's form. The glowing intesifies and the crystals begin to crack quickly, soon follows a huge shattering sound as the crystals explode around him, turning into dust as they fly away in the air... and thus is Sealed Seraph Yumeken. The solid rock hard lines define his face and the muscles of his arms, flowing down and onto the blades he now holds in his hands, golden tassels hanging off the back of the katana's and blowing gently in the wind of his aura. His eyes are now a radiant green so beautiful it would make young girls cry. Behind him flow two large wings, and on his right side a third wing hangs below the first. They are made of an incomeraple amount of crystal feathers, raditating a green glow as they seem to grow before his eyes, falling off of the bottom of his wings and turning to nothing but dust by the time they hit the ground with a soft swoosh sound.
Yumeken is now the Three Winged Angel of Earth - The Sealed Seraph Of Crystal
Bran hovers above the ground, crackling electricity snapping about him in the air, arching from finger tip to finger tip. The yellow lines about his face casting a feirce shadow upon his face as they make his arms glow with the same spooky effect. His seal, Luminesance, floats in front of him, the lightning about his body jumping to the masamune as it does back to him.
There is a crack in the air, a bright flash, and there floats his crackling avatar, the Spirit of the Blade. He raises his arms and the thunder and lightning begin to spark around him, ending in a huge blast that sents him hurtling head first into Bran's chest, disapearing into the depths of his body.
The lightning begins to flare around Bran, cracking away from him and riddling the ground with small burnt pock marks. The hum and pressure of such massive power would cower any lesser Mobians, but he floats there calm as a saint. The lines along his arms and muzzle begin to grow rapidly, striking out at odd angles and then back again, under and around his eyes and up his forehead, down his arms and around his hands the lightning shapes tatoos glow. A thin yellow aura flickers to life about him, lost in the shadow of the lightning cracking around him, and then flickering faster than the lighting can block out. As it speeds up, the lightning about Bran begins to ball and sends multiple bolts into the air where it hangs in a sphere form.
Without warning the ball explodes downward, making Bran disapear in a huge monolyth of lightning that makes the ground beneath him shatter like glass. The twisting pillar whips about in the air, and then with the boom of a cannon shatters... So floats Sealed Seraph Bran. The lightning shaped lines about his body and head crackle and hum as if they were a current flowing inside his body. Those same lines flow down the Masamune in his hand, the blade of which is now golden and the hilt wrapped in a silver cloth. He looks about with glowing yellow eyes full of energy and vigor. Four wings, two under two spawning from his shoulder blade, float behind him. The feathers seeming made of pure electricity as they constantly jump in archs from one wing to another, like some super generator out of control.
Bran is now the Four Winged Angel Of Lightning - The Sealed Seraph Of Thunder.
Felkin floats above the ground, a light blue aura about him that radiates with serene light. The white lines of his Sealed Savior form glowing calmly around his face and his arms. Before him, rotating slowly, is his Seal and close friend, Destiny's Blade.
The sword begins to spin faster, and a form of pure light twirls outwards from it, taking the shape of a male Mobian before him. The Spirit of the blade floats upwards toward Felkin, turning around and raising his arms. He falls backwards, letting Felkin cacth him with his body and melting into him as the two become one.
A pulsating aura of pure white begins to flow from Felkin, breaking off itself and into the air like some serene lava lamp of the heavens. The white lines about his face and arms grow, twisting about his arms and highlighting the lines of his jaw, muzzle and eyes. The edges of the lines curve ever so slightly, giving them the look and feel of an eternal glowing river of white light. A paper thin white aura begins to flicker around Felkin, and beneath him a circle of light appears, seeming to melt out of the ground like the aura about him. The flickering increases in brightness and speed as the circle below him reaches upwards for him.
With the sound of a super nova, the circle of light shoots upwards and turns into a huge pillar of white power that surrounds and covers Felkin's body completly from view. As the light flows, it makes a lyrical sound half way between music and song, and as it reaches it's apex the pillar shatters and the shards in the air disapear... And floating there in it's place is Sealed Seraph Felkin. The radiating lines about his face glow to almost blinding quality, and yet it can be gazed upon without pain. He holds in his hand a beautiful sword, Destiny's Blade, now covered in the same glowing white tattoos that are around his body, a huge red ribbon flows like a banner from the hilt of the sword, caught in the ever present wake of his holy aura. Behind Felkin wavers 5 white wings, seemingly coming through his armor and yet still under his Rocket Pack. The feathers flow like rain from the wings, little droplets of light that twinkle and fade before hitting the ground. He watches the effect with a dark, dark blue pair of eyes.
Felkin is now the Five Winged Angel Of Light - The Sealed Seraph Of Radiance.
Jeren floats in the air, caught in the artic updraft of his aura. The air about him seems to crystalize into ice flakes as it rises from his body and then melts into nothing as it floats away from him. The glowing blue lines about his face and arms give him a kind glow that any would fall in love with at first sight, a true Father. Floating at an angle in front of him is his staff, the Seal Lucid Soul.
The staff seems to spawn snow from itself, and for a moment it is lost as a blizard blows around it. The white out swirls and fades to blue, taking the form of a female Mobian and hovers above the ground with Jeren. The Spirit of the blade holds her arms forward as if calling for Jeren, and then breaks back down into snow and blows into his body, melting into him like water.
The ground underneath Jeren now freezes and covers itself with ice from the moisture in the air, a sheen that grows steadilly as Jeren gains power. The lines about his face and arms seem to break into thousands of little sub lines, making them look like a line of intricate little snowflakes as they grow and appear under his eyes, along his muzzle and down his arms to his hands. A skin tight blue aura begins to flicker around Jeren as the ice beneeth him seems to grow upwards to meet him. And as they do so, above him ice flows downwards from the sky, spiraling around him and meeting with the ice growing up from under him. Within moments Jeren is encased in a solid pillar of ice that feels plesantly cool to him. The aura flickers faster than a strobe within the pillar.
A few cracks, a few pings, and then the ice pillar explodes outwards as if a bomb was frozen inside it. The sharp ice daggers that fly out quickly turn into snow and then slush, and before they hit the ground they evaporate into the air... and finally floats Sealed Seraph Jeren. The ice crystal shape lines about his body flow down and around the staff now in his arms, which is now adorned with small little flecking of ice crystals that seem to flow as he moves the staff. The grip on the end of it now is made of what seems to be solid ice, but it is now ever so much stronger than steel. As he gazes about with eyes as light and blue as the sky, he sees behind him blows 6 fully plumed wings that sprout from his back. The feathers seem to be frozen solid, but as he moves the wings the coating about them shatters and re-freezes in a matter of seconds, sending an endless dusting of ice shards to the ground below where they melt into the air.
Jeren is now the Six Winged Angel Of Ice - The Sealed Seraph Of Frost.
Makosan and Shiva sit together, her head leaning on his arm, both thier mouths hanging slack from thier muzzles at the breath taking sight of the Time Warriors new forms and the awesome radiance of thier new auras. The Time Warriors have passed thier tests... They are now...
Sealed Seraphs.
OOC - Welcome Back To Mobius Kiddies!!!
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