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EPISODE 06: WE'RE ON A MISSION! Part I

Making his way through the village, the sunlight had fallen over the horizon. The darkness returned to rule the sky as Masterson made it to the outskirts of the hamlet village. He felt the back of his hand get warm and saw it turn strange colors.
"It could be a trick of the fading light. . ."He thought as he made his way through the path and into the forest. Just as he did so, he heard a flute being played again:

"Interesting way to start your adventure isn't it Allen?" spoke the voice, and sure enough, The Creator swung down from the tree branch in front of him like a little kid on a set of playground monkey bars. His hair draped to the ground.

He finally flipped down and landed on the ground. In terms of height, Masterson placed him a little over 4 cubits in terms of height and about 11 stone in weight. He seemed to be looking far from an overlord or God. In fact, he seemed more dressed for a wedding. He wore an Ivory Cream Colored Nehru Wedding Suit Jacket, black dress slacks, black Chelsea boots, white dress gloves, a white satin silk vest, with a black silk tie, and a Curtis and Co. watch. He had soft hazel eyes and a mustache with a shaved philtrum that gave it a French echo. Everything about him was neat and pristine now.
'Shut up." spoke Masterson impatiently. "I've had my fill of stuffy, high brow Dandy-boys, that are self centered, egotistical, bratty b*****d's. Enough to last me a lifetime. So, you can trap people in your notebook, how quaint. Right now I don't care what happens to me, I don't care if you kill me. This world of your's sucks and so do you for bringing me here against my will."

It took a lot of willpower for Masterson to hold back tears of frustration. He never felt so powerless and yet so much yearning for a fight at the same time. He couldn't control himself anymore and crippled to the ground crying out in a painful and very, very, very ugly manner:

"I JUST WANT TO GO HOME GODDAMIT!!! ISN'T THERE A SINGLE PERSON OUT THERE THAT GIVES A DAMN? IS EVERYONE JUST THIS SELF-CENTERED?!?!? IT'S LIKE LIFE SUCKS SO BAD WITHOUT HER, WITHOUT HER TO BE NEAR ME. IT'S NOT ******** WORTH IT ANYMORE, WHY PRESS ON WHEN NOBODY GIVES A ********' GOD DAMN?!?!?! I JUST CAN'T DO IT ANYMORE, I JUST CAN'T HANDLE ANYMORE OF THIS ********' s**t. I JUST CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE, ALL OF IT!!!!! ENOUGH IS ******** ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!"

He smashed his fists against the earthen floor several times like a man out of his mind, bawling his eyes out and sobbing uncontrollably. His hands were in his hair.

This was it. Masterson had finally had a complete mental breakdown.

"God. . . . . .help me." he sobbed.

"Hmm. . ." said the Creator. He snapped with his left hand.

Suddenly, the forest around him phased out and Masterson was taken to a circular room of white and ivory. The floor was pure ivory with what appeared to be an image of a celestial heaven, indescribable and looked as if Di Vinci had created it himself. There was a twin set of black bear Lovesac bag chairs in front of a desk that was saturated with much color and design. A giant whiteboard was filled with colorful dry erase ink on one circular curve of the wall and it was filled with thought process and words of wisdom as well as plans and pictures. The ceiling was domed and had a Rembrandt-like print and a model system similar to the Solar System, but which was called the Conimaja (It was written on the rim of the dome in gold capital letters with an astral blue background) System there instead, twelve planet's were moving in real time which included three asteroid belts, separating the planets into three groups of four. From the inner one that was all solid liquid rock and seemingly had an orbit of only a hour's time to the outermost one, an iced blue planet that barely seemed to move at all.

On the wall that had a set of large office doors made of marble, was a wall filled with photos of pictures of The Creator and the people that he had been with, as well as some of them signed. A meditation rug and set of candles were on the right.
Behind the desk through a row of tall columns was an ancient greek chaise lounge that overlooked a ivory patio veranda with a fantastic view.


The whole area was just incredible.

Everyone else appeared to be stunned and very confused.

"Yes Allen, she's real. Now, allow me to explain to you why you all were brought here:

The Creator waved his gloved hand and the floor opened up in a shutter-like movement, with a globe map showing the current present day map of Galvanetti.

{{My first post is going to be just a little shorter so I can get Amy established again. smile }}

Amy was talking and threatening the person in front of her with a knife when suddenly the knife was gone and she was lying on something solid and warm... something that moved.

Her head was spinning slightly, but through the confused haze, she heard something familar... someone. She heard him call her name in the way she had missed so much.

She pulled back slightly and tilted her head up to make sure she wasn't hearing things. When she saw Allen's familiar, wonderful face looking back at her, she gasped softly in shock and then hugged him tightly. She barely even noticed the tears or the gushing holes in his head {{wounds?}}.

"Allen? Allen, it's you?! I haven't seen you in so long! God, Allen! I've missed you so much. I have no idea what's going on but now I want it to be real so badly... I'm so sorry for how I left! I thought I was protecting you!"

She didn't even register that there were other people in the room. She was just focused on Allen, feeling him against her again and being able to hold him again. This was the first time in a long time that she wasn't paying attention to her surroundings at all or even looking for a threat. At this moment, she didn't care if she was hurt or killed by an unseen enemy because she wasn't paying attention. She just wanted to focus on Allen.

When Allen moved, she moved. She did her best to keep her arms around him as they moved.

{{Posted!!! biggrin }}

Meanwhile. . .

Dr. Julius Hiro was in a good mood for once. He had just ruined his arch nemesis, robbed him of his powers, and was now flying on his way back to the Architect. Not bad for a day's worth of work. And as long as the Architect's cards were good, things could only get even more better for them!

Landing on the ground, he stuck out his arm. A raven flew down and perched on it. He liked ravens. They were scavengers that picked apart and fed upon the death and decay of worlds. How much more vile could you possibly get? Feasting upon the corpses of the dead, something that was so morbid, people didn't even like to discuss it at the dinner table.

Though about to walk towards the Architect's estate, he realized that someone was following him. Pretending to not pay attention, he pulled out his cane, and was about to cut that person in half, when he stopped in midswing and put it away.
It was the Architect.

"You did not have to follow or meet me." Hiro spoke in a quiet, yet eerie tone. "I was already coming to see you."

"He would be The Creator." spoke Masterson. "I'm not sure whether he's an overlord or some kind of demigod, all that I know is that he's got a very different kind of power. Something that is not of the world that Spektral Academy had. This guy trapped me inside of a picture just by drawing me. He released me of course, but it was my fault because I was being ignorant to him when he needed my help. Supposedly, whatever he can imagine or create becomes reality, even though that in itself is vague, hence his title as 'The Creator'. I have no idea what his real name is."

Hiro didn't say anything as The Architect spoke. Opening the paper and looking at the contents of it, he didn't even care when The Architect left, nor did he bid him goodbye. But he did sense him smiling and acknowledged that much. It was menacing, but in a good way. The paper gave off sort of a high energy sensation to the touch. It felt as if it were buzzing, like a cellular phone on vibrate, but all the time. He did know a lot of the names on this list. It might as well have been a hit list, as each of these people with the exception of two of them, had at one point or another assisted to do him in.
Especially Allen Masterson.
It was funny how comfortable he felt around The Architect. He didn't want to even fight him because it was like somewhat, he seemed to be akin to him. What was this feeling. . .it felt. . . .it felt. . . .
pleasant.
He realized that he had found someone so like him, but with enough difference that it was hard to believe that this guy could just be a friend, and a fast one at that. Yes, he wanted to help to join in this guys goal of world domination and raining in on the parade at The Creator's expense.
But indeed, it was unlikely that they would be friends. Hiro enjoyed working alone, and just the fact that he'd have to hunt down one of people on his arch nemesis's side was enough to make his stomach turn.
Indeed, this was something that he, in fact, didn't want to do. But if you wanted to do anything worthwhile in life, sometimes you had to do the stuff that you didn't want to do, you had to fight your way through the unpleasantries before rising to the top. And having almost conquered the known world about a decade ago, he thought he never would have the chance of doing it all over again. But this time, it wasn't just to enslave the world and make them all bow down before him. No, that was two one dimensional and for a villain that made even the most experienced of villains cringe at the mere mention of his name, he knew much better than that.

Scoffing at the list, he swung his cane in a clockwise fashion and compacted it into thin air. Then he jumped into the air and took off like Superman without the Drag or the cape, using the paper in his hand to help track down Foxx.

{{Oooh. I really like the addition of what seems to be a villain! The set up for both the Creator and then the Architect is really cool, guys. smile }}

Amy nodded to what Allen said about the man behind the desk. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at his name, but as Allen explained more about who he was and how he had saved Allen, she grew just a little more tolerant. She was still quite suspicious of him, naturally, but she would hear him out.

He kind of lost her on the talk about how this world was different from Earth and how nice it was and how big... Locations were never that big of deal to her. She always tried to work with what she got. She never had any other choice.

Then, she jumped slightly and raised a hand in a defense pose when something appeared out of the air and came closer to her. When she got a better look at it, though, she couldn't help but feel like her heart was melting slightly and her defenses lowered. She reached up and tried to lightly stroke the golden creature thing on her shoulder. It was so cute! She wondered if it would react to her touch. Was it like a real creature?

When Amy heard 'The Creator' explain what these creatures were for, she rolled her eyes again and looked at him incredulously. "Are you serious? I mean, really? Are we in a freaking Disney movie or something? Why on Earth would we want to commune with nature and animals? We're not elves."

☽ "Cruel everlasting fool, Free me…
from this idiocy you call LOVE.
How sad. How ONE SIDED." ☾

Foxxenne could no longer remember how long it’d been since she’d begun thee Architect’s strange quest. She was vaguely sure she’d been there for months before Taddie showed up, but for how long had she been in that strange prison under water. Her people did have long life-spans, but she was sure they weren’t so long that she could afford wasting long lengths of it in senseless imprisonment. Then, not for the first time, she tried to remember how she’d ended up there, but only vague memories surfaced.

Shaking her head, she decided to leave it be for the time being. Smiling, she sensed water nearby. It was always a pleasant feeling for her and she automatically navigated towards it. She hated not being near fresh, clean running water, more than even her hate for being cold. The cold always slowed her down and left her toes and fingers feeling sore and stiff. If the Architect ever required her to ascend a mountain, she was sure to refuse. She hoped that he’d just send one of his other involuntary mercenaries to do it instead. If he had any sense, that’s exactly what he’d do. What were his motives anyway?

She shook her head again in frustration as she came across a shallow oxbow that connected to a fast running river that she could hear running just past a crop of trees. Thinking about her silly thought again she sighed. It was a useless endeavor to try and comprehend what was going through that strange man’s head. She wouldn’t even bother wondering what he was. He carried himself like someone with an abnormally long lifespan, longer than even her own. Among her people, at the age of nineteen, she was only considered a child still. Or at least she would be, if any of them were still around to teach her. Among humans, she knew plenty for someone of her own age, but to her people, she was still foolish and unwise. But then, she was also sure that living as long as they did, many of her elders were probably senile or crazy in general. But of course, she was a little abnormal in comparison to them anyway.

She was about to shake her head again, but she stopped herself. She was being silly. She was thinking herself in circles again and she was sure she had better things to do instead of that. For the time being though, she’d regain some energy and collect her thoughts in the shallows of the river’s oxbow. Absently, she wondered if the river had a name.

But then, her new train of thought was interrupted. She felt hairs at the back of her neck stand on end and the paper in her pocket seemed to turn to ice, emanating a cold painful aura that made her stop in her tracks. Turning, she stared off into the tress and wondered what was about to happen next. She thought it with a slight annoyance at being interrupted by some unknown force. She honestly wanted nothing more than to relax in the shallows of the river.

☽ "Should I help you off that ledge?
Down into that pathetic void of ignorant self-pity?
Let me burn this broken, hellish LOVE of yours." ☾

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