End of life.

[White Wolf Guardian]

*White hears some voices coming from outside and freezes in fear* 'I don't know who or what is coming my way, but if it's dangerous I'll be ready!' *he reaches down in his pocket and finds his spyderfly butterfly knife...* 'Huh? I guess... weird, I still have this thing on me. I guess whoever dragged me here didn't take it away from me, I'm glad... it's my favorite weapon.' *White shifts back his attention to the noise coming his way and quickly unclicks the spring by squeezing the handles together and Y2K flipping the knife open effortlessly* 'Weird... that was much more difficult to accomplish when I was at home...' *The wolf remembers nothing but red coming first to mind about his last moment at home* 'I...how could I...?'

*White suddenly flashes back to when he was in his home on the last day he remembered sitting on his couch in his living room playing with his spyderfly in one hand and gripping a hamburger in the other* "Wow this is the best hamburger I ever had!..." *Suddenly he feels a rush in the back of his throat and coughs up some blood on the coffee table in front of him* "Hrrgggh... huh? What is this..." *White suddenly feels a rush in his stomach and darts into his bathroom* "Hrrggh... *ack*" *He drops down in front of the toilet, kneeling over and pukes up a a lot of blood and vomit into the swirling waves of blades in the water* "Wh-whats... *coughs* happening... *drips blood from mouth making a droplet sound upon the water* to me...?" *He feels light-headed and barely looks over to the side for a few moments hearing some footsteps come in and his vision goes blurry barely able to look up at the faceless figure standing over him* "..Who?" *White feels another rush and looks back down, puking more blood until he loses motor function of his body and feels his head hit the lid in a paralytic state and his vision goes dim seeing the shadow of the shoes in front of his eyes as the world went quietly black*

*White comes back to reality again, shaking his head and sees shadows looming in from the crystals lining the wall toward the ground-level exit* 'I... I won't be so easily deterred this time.' *The wolf grips his spyderfly tightly in a 180 degree angle with the swedge against his arm and the blade going outward, feeling the snowflake necklace leaning against his chest feeling colder with an icy glow turning to a dark deep blue; White stands his guard with his legs bent nervously awaiting the visitors*

[KittKat chunky~]

Kitt could hear slight noises from inside the cavern, shrugging he walked in.. his padded footsteps changing to a soft rustling crunching as he walked over what seemed to be blue crystals... it was getting darker as he walked in, so with a click of his fingers a bright flame sprung into being a foot in front of him, catching the flame he cupped it in his palm and breathed on it like a young child. With his breath it burst into bright flickering warm light, illuminating the walls of the cavern, sweeping his paw with the flame in his palm like a torch he slowly padded further in... "hey! anybooody heeere!?"

[Vee Katame: His Wolfy]

Jaida twirled her pistols on her index fingers in an exact identical motion. She then put them back in their case and put the photo album in as well then closed the case before standing up, holding it by the handle in her right paw. She looked around at everybody and in the direction of where Kitt and the Spirit had headed. 'Well, I'm not going with Vosur. It's obvious he wants to make his journey alone. Poor guy.' She thought to herself.
She found herself following after Kitt and the Spirit. 'I wonder if this is going to be another interesting one...' She thought as she watched the Spirit's arms moving randomly about as it continued moving forward. She gripped the case's handle slightly tighter, worried for some reason. It was probably because the last time she followed someone, she ended up dead. But she knew that know one in the group was going to come up behind her with a rock and kill her again. There were no rocks. She sensed evil though, and she didn't like it. Not in the least bit.
All of this happened before she heard the shot. She stopped in her tracks and turned towards the sound. Quickly kneeling down, she opened the case and eyed her pistols. She sighed. She never wanted to use them on somebody. They were just fun to shoot and she just liked guns. They were her hobby, not really a weapon. She hated the fact that she may need to use them now, even in death.

[Vosur Aekira]

He stopped after a few steps, unbelting and raising it to his chest. "Anyone got the feeling that we should be arming ourselves for an oncoming war?" he glances back to the group, then twitches his eyes about to the scenery out there before hearing a distant blast from a firearm. "Crap... even those in this world?" he thought out-loud as he placed his left-hand on the hilt. "Jaida... I know that wasn't yours, but care to let me know if you recognized that." he told to her as he took notice to her silver pistols. "Better load-and-ready them, we have people who continue the fight here they didn't finish in the last life."

[Xleena]

   The spirit laughed at Jay who had been following him accompanied by a small smile. 'There are many things that I will tell you, but even my beloved subjects such as you cannot hold such a thing- it is only a tool of the divinities.'
   When the gunshot rang, Jensuno stopped in his tracks, noticing Kitt had already went into the cave to investigate. He did not call after him and hoped that he and the new resident stayed there. Despite wanting the revolution, he wanted his subjects to stay as safe as possible. Jensuno looked behind at Jay, saying 'Perhaps it is not wise that you follow me, something bad is happening over there...'
   Noticing the others starting to come over, he decided to fly over to the commotion and see who Feren had brought over. Perhaps if he allowed small wounds to his spirits this would be enough to convince 'mother'. I don't want them dead!! he thought much to his own nervousness and concern, perhaps I should have thought this out a bit more... no, this is for the greater good of all Folen![/color]

Xleena sprung up at the gunshot, looking into the distance from where it came from. Gunshots made her nervous- after all it was the way she was killed. She could feel the thick animosity of the air, full of fear and evil. She began to run, as fast as she could. She wanted to stop someone getting hurt like her, at all costs.

[Goblin Cat 😸]

The memories seemed to play like a picture show; the old man and her. He raised her, taught her.. Kept her safe and secret, she was genuinely happy in these memories.. Simpler, developing like a child. In the happiness, there were undertones of mistrust, and whispers hinting at something much bigger going on; an angry man's voice, "What the hell are you working on? We can't fund a program we know nothing about.." The old man pleading for more time and patience, stating that one small factor could put everyone at risk, "We fund you. What is in that lab is property of the government and Silenus Labs! Ours! Not yours!" While similar arguments drifted in an almost ghostly tone while the memories played out, there was something uneasy about them despite how happy the two looked. The divinity found herself watching memories on what seemed to be an old sheet hanging onto blackness and a projector operating the images within a dark room that was Rigor's mind. All at once, the voices that only hinted at things going wrong grew more tense, and the projector whirled in a seemingly hostile manner. What was once good memories seemed to distort on the screen as if someone were tampering with the film itself. The projector's monotonous clicking became faster and faster, the voices louder, booming, becoming as distorted as the film on the screen.. The film melted and broke apart like a sour piece that had not been taken care of in its time until the screen was no more than a blank slab of white against the darkness. The voices grew silent. Darkness and silence crept like a fog around the screen, anonymous black tendrils catching onto the white, ripping it apart mercilessly. There was nothing more to show. A dark voice, not of any particular origin drifted, echoing around the divinity, "You'd do best to keep out of this mind."
Rigor's body was completely relaxed, although her mind was chaos. The spectral black smoke and flames stopped; extinguished around her.

[Xleena]

   The white fog began to turn black and perilous to Sicklo. The agony that grabbed the divinity made her call out, but it was silent- something was stopping her from talking! Continuing to shout over and over again it was soundless at first, but Sicklo began to gain more strength-- however, this could not last for long.
   '...I.........ill...........I.....w....I Wi... I Will...I WIll....I WILL! I WILL! I WILL! RIGOR! STAY WITH ME, STAY FOCUSED! STAY STR--AGGGGGH!!!' Sicklo shrieked in agony as the black smoke became much more hostile. She was a powerful divinity, but being in someone elses mind meant they had all the rules. Sicklo began to weaken. With her only chance of getting out alive, she depended on Rigor to take control.

[JellyMuffins]

Jay looks at the guardian sadly, then at the ground, everyone else got their questions answered... suddenly his eyes shoot back up to the guardian again, a smile once again adoring his face. "Can you tell me about the other realms??" He figures the next best thing to having the bok is to ask someone who's read it. His moment of dissappointment forgotten, he goes back to his usual happy state, absentmindedly replacing the fur on his arms with with vivid green scales - making them eb and flow up and down his forearms, seemingly fighting his white fur for control.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

The orb surrounding Mask started to sink back into him and then completely vanished. He floated back down and the mask he wore began to crack slightly. A toothy sneer that would make a demon proud came across his face, but quickly vanished when he noticed Sicklo struggling. "Whats going on... can I help?"

In Mask's mind, there is a luminous golden orb with a likeness of a ship's bow carved in. It was of a dragoness that would have seemed more beautiful than Sicklo if it wasn't for the black streak running across from he right thigh and up to her left shoulder. I've held you back easily for as long as I've been here, how did you get this close?! A tattered cloth with draconic features got within range of her revealing gold light. It had luminous white dots in the cuts where the eyes would be, and the cloth seemed to be wearing a black version of Mask's robe, but the hood was much larger, almost sinister-like. He hath savored a taste of power, and that is I require to get close to you. He let an excess tatter float up and brush her face before smirking Yet, the one I hath to thank for that is the one who wants me banished from this body, oh delicious irony...

[Asia Kali Yusufzai]

Vivid feathers spread like blades, covering his shadowy figure as he fell on all fours. The bullet ricocheted off into the dirt, which itself began to change, growing darker, thicker. The rabbit was no physical presence, all was now changing, deforming as it grew a deep bulk around its bones. A veil of blackness emerged from the burning colours, screeching harsh and loud against the plane of existence, reverberating against the walls of the dimension, a fierce cry that blew the shadow from its body. A four legged, bestial bird remained, its head crawling from the feathery mane, bright and fiery. Colour sparked from its body, glowing, emanating and shooting off as would a solar flare.

The creature leapt high into the air as its plumage grew, spread forming great wings out of its arms. It flapped, screeched and darted through across the land, retreating.

[Goblin Cat 😸]

A flash of light, and Sicklo was back at her body. The presence with Rigor had let go for now, but it still remained, lurking. It was as if it had been awakened by the interference of the divinity. Rigor was on the ground, crumpled. Not exactly unconscious, but not conscious either. It was as if she were phased out, somewhere else mentally while her boy remained in place where it was when Sicklo had entered.

[Xleena]

Sicklo knelt to the floor beside rigor, barely conscious. The smoke had left light burns on her body, but they would heal eventually. That must be her special ability... it is very strong, but there is too much risk to ask her to use it... the bad memories might affect her again... Sicklo thought, as she weakly glanced at Mask.

[Gabag]

Vivid feathers spread like blades, covering his shadowy figure as he fell on all fours. The bullet ricocheted off into the dirt, which itself began to change, growing darker, thicker. The rabbit was no physical presence, all was now changing, deforming as it grew a deep bulk around its bones. A veil of blackness emerged from the burning colours, screeching harsh and loud against the plane of existence, reverberating against the walls of the dimension, a fierce cry that blew the shadow from its body. A four legged, bestial bird remained, its head crawling from the feathery mane, bright and fiery. Colour sparked from its body, glowing, emanating and shooting off as would a solar flare.

The creature leapt high into the air as its plumage grew, spread forming great wings out of its arms. It flapped, screeched and darted through across the land, retreating.

"Lets this one be, for we will meet him again, but for now I sense others in this plane, and by my hand their destruction is assured. For now.... let us walk, and investigate this new realm and meet those within it" Katar said to his companion, Filth while holstering his gun.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Mask walked over, unaware of the power struggle in his head, and sat next to Rigor. "I wonder if she wants to be either called Rigor or her former name from now on..." he wondered aloud while the crack in his mask grew more noticeable.

[Armalite_]

Spike jumped at the sound of the gunshot. He found himself hiding behind Jaida, not sure how he rushed over to her so fast. He didn't like violence let alone guns. It seemed to ruin his mood and he didn't approve of it one bit. He tried to look inconspicious as he just stood up straight and looked around hoping no one noticed that he'd freaked out. He'd heard what Vosur said, wondering what would give him that assumption. He wasn't ready for a war, he wouldn't survive either. But then he wondered where he would end up when he died here. He laughed at the idea of just ended up right back where he was.