End of life.

[Armalite_]

Spike looked around then at the spirit. All the most difficult questions were being answered and then he began to wonder what his mom was feeling after learning her son had jumped to his untimely death. Why was he here? He'd never done anything wrong that had lingered in his past however, he wasn't an outstanding kid either. He was crafty and creative for his friends and family but above all for himself.  "What about my parents? Are they ashamed of me? Why am I here!?" He asked. He looked over at Kitt playing with the fire between his fingers. He wished he could do something cool other than tie his shoes really funky.

[Gabag]

After getting a good feeling for what this place looks like, and after curiously poking and prodding one of the many crystals scattered about, Katar remembered his purpose for being here, and set off to find some residents of the realm to purge in the name of Chaos.
"Oh Chosen ones..... Come out to playyyy, Chosen ones, Come out to plaaayyyyyy" he chanted using his powers to increase the radius of the words, anyone within a 5 mile radius would hear his message. Of course that was before he heard the stranger call out his name. Glancing over he saw a rabbit come out of the earth with his arms in despair.
"Either my reputation precedes me, or somethings up with this one" Katar thought, looking the creature over

[Asia Kali Yusufzai]

Asia stood up, inhaling slowly, as though barely in touch with his form, ready for the colours to shake him apart into rainclouds. The ground could feel it, and fed upon the darkness of his paws, becoming moist around him. Asia watched as a companion joined the intruder, one lesser, yet sideways. Almost innocent. He could see it. He began to visibly shake.

"I know your face. You from the other. Escaping the beginning... You," he indicated to Katar, "You are the bird; the crow, the raven, the lion... the dog." Looking away, he clutched his chest. An atmosphere exploded, as though he were screaming, yet no sound stretched out, nothing visible reaching anywhere beyond within. "You are an end. A silent gasp. You are irrelevant, your existence, pivotal." Asia's eyes crawled across his face, though all else was still. He did not even shiver. The eyes crawled to Filth, "And you... you don't exist. Not life. Never was." The shadow of Asia dimmed, lessened, the colours burning it away. "If either of you value existence, be gone. The bird has shown me the events that may pass. Exist and they shall be. I have seen it."

[Gabag]

"Well i don't know where one gets off insulting me, but I must admit I admire your stupidity, it must be very enjoyable not caring the comings and goings of the Universe.... Tell me o insane one, how do you know my face and that I am irrelevant?" Katar said, amused at the maniac's ramblings. Grabbing his bolt pistol just in case Asia decided to take a crack, Katar was more then ready to kill him, but first, some amusement.

[Goblin Cat 😸]

There was a plain gray dragoness and an old man in a lab, separated by glass.. The scientist's face was worn with the etchings of years past.. His eyes electric blue, yet youthful unlike his appearance. He seemed excited, yet at the same time nervous as he ran his gnarled hand through his untamed snowy hair. Tubes and sensors were littered across the dragoness's body as she stumbled out of what seemed to be a containment chamber. The world was so new, and so was she. She shook as he approached, yellow eyes unsure when he reached out to stabilize and balance her with his own body, and somewhat accepting when he removed a tube that ran down her throat. She could no longer support her own weight, and collapsed, the scientist catching her on the way down.. He looked her over as he sat with her in his arms, almost as if she were his own. Pushing the wet spines from her face and smiling warmly, he uttered in a thick German accent, "My child.. As beautiful as the goddess of night.. Nyx." Slowly her tail curled around him in response. Rigor jerked, uncomfortable, yet completely calm in Sicklo's grasp.

[White Wolf Guardian]

White wakes up feeling his stomach against something cold that felt like glass, he tries to get up in the dark and feels unbalanced, feeling around in what seems to be a spherical structure "Urgh... one moment I'm in my bathroom and now where am I?" White looks around questioningly "It appears to be some sort of sphere with an hint of blue that I am in, with no entrance or exit, perhaps..." The spherical crystal cracks "Oh no..." The crystal breaks and White falls down in the darkness flat on his face "That... really... sucks."

*White gets up and brushes himself off, looking around in the darkness which felt volatile cold, he sees a glowing hue of blue coming from what appeared to look like a pedestal only it was made out of aquamarine colored blue crystals with tetragonal and orthorhombic shapes "Brrrr... wh-what is that?" White walks over carefully, feeling the crystals below his feet, he made his way over to the object of the light feeling strange "I...I don't think I'm breathing?" White ignores the feeling and comes upon the object "It's... a necklace?" White looks down at a blue crystal that was flat and snowflake shaped attached to a string of monoclinic blue crystals. "Woah... that's cool" White looks at it with a feeling of longing as he always loved that exact color and the size was seemingly too perfect then the crystal burns with a more vibrant flow of blue brightly "Wait... this doesn't seem right." White looks behind him for a second and looks back down at where the necklace was and found it to be gone

"Huh?! What's going on around here?" Suddenly an opening came from the middle of the cave in the ceiling and the opposite end of the crystalline cave with ice and water being now visible from all over the place and light pouring into the cave from outside "Oh no I think I did something bad perhaps?" *White looks around and then down at his chest "What?!" The snowflake necklace was hanging from his neck and White looked more confused than ever "Seriously, what on Earth is going on around here?" White says hopelessly saying it in a somewhat direct tense at the very being of the crystals themselves "I need to find out how I got here, why I have this necklace around my neck and..." White tries to take off the necklace hopelessly finding his hands fade away from it when trying to remove it "Oh no? It won't come off, grr.... and that's weird" White plays with the necklace by running his hand through it seeing how his own hand becomes translucent upon contact with the object "Well that's cool to say in the least and it doesn't seem to hurt me, and what's stranger is it doesn't feel cold at all in here now..." White looks around surprised and down at himself "Surely I would have gotten frostbite from being in contact with all these cold crystals and ice by now... hmm maybe it's the necklace?"

White looks up towards the only possible exit for himself at the opening at the opposite end of the cave "That seems like a likely suspect for getting out of this place." White looks at the crystals and then at the cave walls "However... maybe this place is magical, perhaps I can ask for help?" White shouts aloud in a pleading tone "Is there anyone here who can help me?!"

[KittKat chunky~]

Kitts ear perked up at the sound of a distant shout...
"you guys hear that?"
Clicking his fingers so the fireball in his paw went out with a woosh he stood up and looked towards the crest of a small hill where the ground dropped away and there where several small caverns and caves....
"im gonna go check it out... if i dont come back... ive probs fallen asleep guys ^^ "...
Kitt stood and wandered towards the noise, clicking his fingers he created a golden ball of fire, and with a moment of concentration managed to get the fireball to float away from his paw, with a mixture of exitement and wonder he motioned with his paw and watched in glee as the fire responded, flying to the left... so engrossed he was with the tricks he could perform he walked straight off the edge of the crest and tumbled down beside the cave entrance with a brief thud, and an instincitve ow...
"funny thing is that didnt actually hurt... even funnier thing is... who'm i talking to?"
Turning to the cave entrance he shouted in..
"e'llo?!?"

[Vee Katame: His Wolfy]

  First, he began to answer Jaida, his eyes glowing brightly to take her from her thoughts. 'Perhaps for you it is not wise to ponder things that are in the past and cannot be helped. It will only make your eternity here darker.' Maybe that was a little too serious of an answer! he pondered in his mind. In kindness, his powers turned the bloodied rock into a photo book of the good times in Jaida's life. 'Perhaps if you were to ponder the past at all, it should only be on the good times, yes?'

Jaida saw his eyes glow and listened to him. She looked down at photo album, picking it up and setting it in her lap. Opening it, she started to smile already. The pictures truly were happy times.
She only glanced up when Kitt spoke and walked off. Her ears had moved twice, hearing two different voices minutes apart. Shrugging, she looked back down at the photo album. Turning the page, she saw a picture of her and two of her friends posing like Charlie's Angels. And where she was headed on the day that she died popped into her head and she facepawed herself.
It all came back.
She was carrying a silver, medium-sized hard case with a handle. She was making her trip through the park like she always did when heading to this place. Watching the children running and playing, she couldn't help but smile. She was 3/4 of the way through the park when the black panther approached, having just come out of the woods. "Excuse me, can you help me, please?" He sounded worried. "What's the matter?" She asked, genuinely concerned. "It's my friend. He's in the woods a little ways. He's hurt and I don't have a cell phone. Would you happen to have a phone or any way of helping? He's not bleeding or anything, but I think he broke something. He was almost screaming." He explained, glancing back into the woods. "Oh sure. I can go with you and help. I have some emergency training." She answered. "Lead the way." He clasped his paws together in thankful way. "Okay. Thank you so much!" He said, turning and starting back into the woods. She followed him. They had been walking for about five minutes. "We're almost there." He said. She could see someone in the distance sitting against a tree when she leaned to the side to look around him. About half a minute later, it sounded like his friend was starting to say something but it was cut off when something heavy hit her in the head. There was nothing for a second. Then she was looking at herself crumpled up on the ground, a rock laying next to her head. A brown cat was standing there. Female. Crazy-looking. Maybe jealous even? It was obvious that the panther's friend was starting to shout a warning to her, but too late. The panther had turned around. He looked sad. Overly sad for someone he just met, in her opinion. Angry too. She didn't get to see what happened next. The next thing she saw was the inside of a crystal.
A tear rolled down her cheek. Her emotions were interrupted by a crack. She looked to her left, seeing a crystal that had cracked open with her case inside. She took the case out and opened it. She pulled out two silver pistols.
She never quite managed to make it to the indoor shooting range to practice with her friends. And now she wondered what happened to the panther and his friend. She hoped they didn't suffer the same fate as her.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Mask finally got himself out of Rigor's illusion and found himself on the ground, out of her grip. He tried to remember what just happened, but his memories started to blank out. What just happened, why did she attack me.... what did I become?! If he could tear his mask and hood off, he probably would have. But, he only calmed down and just tried to find a reason as to how he just ended up seeing Rigor's hallucination.

Although he felt a bit constrained, like something was wrapped around him that he couldn't even see or even feel it dissipate. He tried to focus on what surrounded him, causing a sphere of void energy to surround him like a shield, leaving him levitating in the center like he was suspended in a thick liquid.

[Xleena]

   Jensuno looked at Spike with a concerned smile 'That is a foolish question young one, for your parents were only ever proud of you. Obviously, as you know, they thought some of your stunts were... a little rash.' He finished with a slightly amused tone, and added further 'But they were always proud of what you achieved and who you were, you have no need to be here with regret son.' Looking outwards to the purple sky he answered his last question, 'You were here because of your last stunt... unfortunately you didn't quite make the jump. You're parents are obviously distraught but i'm sure you'll see them again. You did make a pretty cool article in the paper though.' He finished, trying to lighten Spike's mood by appealing to his teenage sense, administering a copy of the newspaper.
  
   The spirit looked over at where Kitt had disappeared off to. Smiling he addressed the group 'Another new resident calls, if there are more questions you are to ask, you may follow and ask me on the way!' With that, Jensuno floated, arms lazily following behind towards the cave. As he turned he masked the look of joy on his face as he sensed the newcomer from Heno too. It is beginning! he thought with mirth.

   Sicklo was seeing these thought unfold from a distance in the room of Rigor's memories. She could feel the harsh, blinding vividness of the colours becoming more realistic, calmer, happier. This showed Rigor was becoming calmed, soothed. The divinity was running out of energy, but needed to make sure Rigor realised her own presence more... needed to make sure she was calm and safe when she broke out of this. She began to dig deeper into Rigor's memory, the more good memories she knew, the better.

...Just a little more... a little more Rigor!!...

[Vosur Aekira]

Vosur seemed to glare at the Guardian, infuriated by the reply he received mentally, but instead of staying longer to possibly shout out his anger that had built-up, he did a militaristic about-face to hide himself away from the group. "I'm going out on my own... no point in sticking around." In the back of his mind, he was almost yelling, a secondary "darker" voice within himself seeming to speak in stereo with his normal as he thought this: "I will not abandon any of them. They gave me the reason to live when I felt I had none." He gripped his left hand in anger as his back was to the Guardian, starting to walk away from the group.

[JellyMuffins]

Jay calls after Vosur, "Wait, don't go!" He considers chaging into Vosur-form to try and help him 'convince himself' but then he remember 'oh yeh... I can't be that one anymore' He almost runs after the wolf, but can't bring himself to part from the immense source of knowledge that the guardian represented. The book 'Residents of the Realms' caught his eye, making him finally make his choice about what to ask. He moves into the guardian's vision, asking nervously, "C- can I read that?" His mind did blissful backflips at the sheer scope of things he could potentially learn about this universe from the tome.

[Asia Kali Yusufzai]

"Well i don't know where one gets off insulting me, but I must admit I admire your stupidity, it must be very enjoyable not caring the comings and goings of the Universe.... Tell me o insane one, how do you know my face and that I am irrelevant?" Katar said, amused at the maniac's ramblings. Grabbing his bolt pistol just in case Asia decided to take a crack, Katar was more then ready to kill him, but first, some amusement.

Asia laughed, though through the sound, it was overwhelmed with a sigh, dragging him down, drawing him in."You are ready to kill what is dead, by the orders of what has never lived." His arm cracked, as he tensed, raising it to point with a shadowy tendril to the portal now gone. "You did not make that corridor, I can see it, you told me. Someone far more powerful, more important than you is there. They are the relevant one, you are an extension of them. An arm. A finger. A nail. Your life, your... weapons... are unimportant, your existence as a fingernail is all that you are. Far too important. The bird has told me all, I do not trust him, he likes you, wants you. He pulled me to the end and tore me apart. You are the tool of the cause. Value yourself, determine your path, determine whether you are to be the tool of the catalyst to the end of all things... good, bad, ordered and chaotic. Alls end." His feathers ruffled, the colour glowing, fiercer, brighter, harsher. His voice now twisted, almost inaudibly screechy as though eviscerated within himself. "Make your choice, Katar, Servant of Decievers."

[Gabag]

"Well foolish one, don't you think I already know I am a tool of Chaos and the Deceiver? I choose to serve the Dark ones, Whatever their will, I follow, as an extension of their will, it's my honor to give you glorious death." Katar said telepathically to all for the last message especially. Aiming his bolt pistol at Asia, he fired the fearsome weapon at him, the resounding blast echoing across the dimension.

[Armalite_]

Spike took the copy of the newspaper Jensuno had handed him before floating off after Kitt. He smiled, finding comfort in the fact that his parents were proud. He looked around at everyone before reading the front headlines: "Death By Misdaventure, a young teen fell from a hise rise aparment window to his death." He continued to read the article, saying aloud one line to himself. "He would have wanted to go out in style..." Spike lowered the paper, his face ridden with question at his best friend, Zack's, quote in the paper. The article continued to explain what Spike had done to earn himself a spot in Folen. He studied the graphic picture of the scene in the middle of all the print. He shrieked when he saw a white blanket covering a distorted shape of his body, having broken almost every single bone, his shoes stuck out the end of the sheet stained red with blood that pooled in a part of the street as a crowd looked on at emergency crews tape off the scene. They were beginning the process of scraping him off the road as police tried to keep back curious on lookers, most of them familiar faces.

Spike felt a little wierd, a bit grossed out but completely extatic that he made the front page. He looked at the read of the paper, reading the comics, and checking the score of his favorite hockey team from the game he missed, the day of his death.