darkSpyro

I just dangled there...

((I picked you up, along with Shadmé...))

I had been flying for awhile, and after Lightmé passed by me, it took me a good couple minutes of flying before I realized what had just happened. "Wait....that was Lightmé wasn't it?" I asked my unconscious companions. "Eh, may as well see what's gonna happen between her and Skyhunter!" I said, setting Shadmé and NINJAsk down, then flying back to where I had came from.

So now what?
We hope you don't die! Lightmé responded in her head. She decided not to tell Shadmé that she was probably in a life-threatening situation herself, depending on how powerful this fox guy was.
That's helpful!
I'm not a helpful angel, okay? As much as I'd like to kick your butt, other things come first.
What're you going to do once this is over? Shadmé asked. Lightmé narrowed her eyes.
Does it matter?
Why do you want us out, anyway? Wouldn't that mean your nonexistence?
Lightmé rolled her eyes. Let's not deal with that right now. I've got business to conduct. You just stay there with your boyfriend, and I'll actually do something.
He's not...wait, what?
Lightmé laughed quietly to herself.

I silently sat there, next to Shadmé.

(())

I was flying through the halls, and finally reached Lightmé and Skyhunter. "Um....Lightmé? May I ask what you're doing here? And why, when you flew past me, you didn't try to kill me?" I asked, walking towards her. "Oh, and why you're just sitting here, looking at Skyhunter."

I still just sat there, inanimate, not moving, complete silence.

Are you saying that I'm with Rickorio?
Lightmé smirked. Yes. He saved you, or something.
Shadmé seemed lost for words. Lightmé whirled around in the meantime, blinking as the dragon got nearer. Actually, hold that thought. He's right here.
The light angel calmly gazed at Rickorio as he approached. "Well...I'm in a killing mood, yes, but you're not one of my targets." She flicked a thumb towards Skyhunter. "By the way..." she grinned cheekily. "I have Shadmé on the line. We can speak to each other through our connection right now. She's still unconscious, though. Anything you wanna say?"

(())

I stared at Lightmé for a few seconds, wondering if I should trust her or not....especially considering Sky was right behind her. "Well.....we should probably get out of here before Sky tries to kill us.

((You guys notice me? X3))

I sat still.


[ HELP MEEEEE D:]

OoC: Prex, try to meet up with NINJAsk? ^.^ I feel bad that you two are sitting there, lol.

"Haha, that's cute. You may want to save your own scales but trust me, I have a bone to pick with this guy." Lightmé shrugged and flipped her hair.
He...is?
"Oh my Hades, shut up, Shadmé!" Lightmé grumbled to herself.

I rose an eyebrow both at the fact she "had a bone to pick" with Sky, and that she randomly talked to herself. "Um.....you do realize he's like a freaking god right now...but, hey, if you want to commit suicide by fighting him, go right ahead."

Lightmé's eyes brightened. "I'll only rough him up a bit. I'm sure dark52 would not like either me or him dead. He intends to keep us all alive, you know." Lightmé spread her wings casually. "Besides, if I don't fight him now, he'll find the rest of you eventually. What if he found poor, unconscious Shadmé...aww..." She grinned sarcastically.

I just glared at Lightmé, realizing how true her statement was, and how untrue at the same time it was. "Fine. Kill yourself if you want." I said, flying away to go find Shadmé.

I JUST SIT THERE!


[ HELP ME SOMEBODYYYYYY!]

Pursuing my prey through the seemingly endless corridors, I skidded to a halt rounding a corner, catching sight of Shadme's doppelgänger. Ooh, an angel! This will do quite nicely, yes it will!

An even better candidate to quench the demon's bloodlust, and one less pesky doppelgänger standing between us and liberty! With steely-eyed tenacity, I rose to the challenge with a ferocious roar, arching my back and firing a pair of decay-lined skull bombs at my light combatant.

[I'm more of a dark red in this state, by the way.]

OoC: Oh jeez, here it goes.

Lightmé readied her bow as Rickorio left, and not a moment too soon. She whirled through the air and dodged a pair of projectiles that flew by too quickly for her to identify them. She returned fire from her bow, adrenaline kicking in. "Hello, Wither-fox!" she mocked him in a lighthearted tone. "What fun! This is a battle for the ages." She glanced over her shoulder quickly, the returned her gaze to him. "Too bad nobody's here to see it."

I heard the explosion from the skulls a couple seconds after I left. "Damnit....I can't let her die! Well....that's if if she dies, Shadmé dies....yeah, not willing to take that risk" I say, turning back around and heading back to the room I had left Lightmé in.

OOC: the following post might be...slightly gruesome...
Just a warning

Upon looking around from the spot I was in, a scent of blood reached my nose. Human blood. Hoping that it wasn't one of the other users, I weakly yet quietly sneak through the shadows, soon discovering one of Dark52's minions, one of the human ones, he seemed to have a few human minions created in this virtual world of his, and luckily for me, he was injured, from god only knows what, but it didn't bother me, I was going to possibly save myself from starving.

And at that moment of seeing him, my creepypasta senses kicked in, loosing all but a little bit of my normal sanity.

I lunged out at him, knocking him down to the ground and pinning him down, my nails where sharp, so they had dug into his wrists when I grabbed them tightly, I put a finger up to where my lips would be, "Shhhhh...." I told him to be quiet upon making the sign with my finger for him not to make any noise whatsoever. Smirking under my mask, I put a hand up to his neck, just so I had a free hand to reach for my scalpel. I pulled the silver tool out of my sweater pocket, and went to cut his stomach area open to obtain what I needed, kidneys.

Let's just say at the end of it, if someone saw this, they would easily realize my weakness in Creepypasta form. That I was easily taken control of, that was because, Darx had went in my shadow, letting Dark now easily control me if he wished. I hadn't really thought of what I just done, all I know is that my hands where full of blood at the end of it, and my hunger was satisfied.

I walked around trying to find someone,"Jay, Brian, someone, anyone?!" I called out. I wanted to find someone, I needed help. I was beginning to feel light headed,"it's Tim, please someone!?" I yelled and sat down and leaned against the wall.

[@prex Hoo boy, I'm gonna have a field day with Withertail ]

Adrenaline rushing through my veins, I cackled madly, rolling to the side to dodge Lightme's arrow. With a slight distortion of the surrounding air, I charged head-on at my angelic foe, firing another two skull-bombs for good measure. In my normal state, I would have been a bit more sensible- surely there would be other ways of working these difficulties out. But my aggravation clouded my judgement, and as the enemy to all living things, a weapon of mass destruction, all I knew was to smite all beings foolish enough to stand in my way.

((:/ ...... am I dust or something?))

Lightmé exchanged an insane-sounding laugh with Skyhunter as he dodged her arrows. She opened her wings wider and plummeted down, ducking below the skulls and bringing the sharp end of her bow blade over his head.

Soon, wandering off from my kill, I soon spot someone alone, and I recognized who it had been, NINJAsk!
Thank the gods I found someone I knew, and rushed over to her, "N-NINJAsk?!"

[ OMG I'M NO DUST ANYMOOORREEE! *Hugs Prex*]


I gave absolutely no reaction back to Prex...

OoC: Hey, it's not like I could do anything. ._. I'm unconscious right beside you!

OoC: NINJAsk and I are unconscious, so Rickorio carried us and set us down a fair distance from where Foxtail and Lightmé are fighting. I assume you followed Rickorio and probably are where Prex has found us.

Lightmé...Rickorio's there? Wait...Lightmé?
Of course, I was not getting a response from the light doppelgänger. ARE YOU DOING SOMETHING STUPID?!
Nothing. I sighed, alone in the darkness, floating through my subconsciousness.
A sudden pulse touched my hand. My eyes flicked to it in wonder, but as usual, there was nobody there. What's going on?
I tried to think this through rationally. Warmth was hope, in this state. Somebody out there was...I didn't know what was going on exactly, but it perked me up.
Someone out there cares. I'm not alone, in this darkness. Someone's sending a message, through this pain and weakness, that not all hope is lost. I must get up!
I tried to remember the feeling of warmth, and tried to make it spread over me. I had to let my body move again, let them know what they'd done!
For the first time, wrapped in the dark recesses of my mind, I smiled.

OoC: Total misinterpretation of your gesture, Lyv! Whoo-hoo! :'D

[...]
[It's posts like these that make me question my own writing skills. Looking back on some of my older posts in RPs from way back, and comparing them to my modern writings, I have to say that I feel like my skills have taken a turn for the worse, especially when comparing them to those of my peers'. It almost makes me want to give up on roleplaying altogether, because in my mind, there's no way I'll be able to live up to what you guys have accomplished.]
[But for the sake of my friends, I will persevere.]

I grunted and cringed as a sharp pain struck my left ear, evading a bit too late Lightme's blade. My paw rose up to inspect the damage, felt the large gash that had made itself at home, felt the warm blood gushing out. A bad injury, but no matter; I'll just leech a little life from my enemy and it'll be like it never happened. Whipping back around, I lunged at the angel with talons and fangs bared like a hellhound about to seal its prey's fate.

OoC: I know how you feel. I look back at my old posts, especially on this topic, and wonder what happened. But sometimes it's harder to write for things.

Lightmé heard Shadmé yelling in the back of her mind, and the distraction caused her to revive a slash down her leg as a result of not moving quickly enough. Thoroughly annoyed, and with blood dripping to the ground, she kicked out with her good leg and shot an arrow for good measure, hoping to knock Skyhunter back.

I 'Looked' at Lyveriana as she spoke, only speaking at the end afterwards, "Back you up...? How..?"

I felt warmth return to my wings. Yes! Progress! I'll be up and ready to face my friends in no time! I tried to struggle against the darkness...
In the real world, I shifted against the wall, just the tiniest bit.

Although I was swift enough to duck under said arrow, Lightme had nailed me right in the muzzle with her kick. It stung like no tomorrow; my eyes were watering, nose was bruised, and I'm pretty sure I had chipped a tooth in the fray. I recoiled, clutching my snout in pain, still bleeding profusely from one ear, but not before giving rise to a trio of shadowy duplicates of myself from the black mist with a twitch of my bushy tail. These clones were mere puppets, comprised entirely of the ominous mist, each eyeing Lightme, primed, ready to kill. Two of the shadow clones took a direct attack on my adversary, while the third circled around to attack from behind.

((Aaaand dust again))

OoC: What do you want us to do? O.o You're not even responding when we interact with you, NINJAsk!

Lightmé glared at Skyhunter as the two clones in the front knocked her back. She still remained airloft as her chest heaved for breath- each one had gotten her near her ribs. She didn't see the third one either, as she paused- she was on the ground the next instant. Aha. If he wants to play this game, I can, too. Her bow glowed as she emanated a bright flash of light, banishing the shadow clones away. Her violet eyes gazed steadily to the injured user before her, fighting for breath. After a swallow, she rose, wings folded behind her back, and raised her golden bow. With a step and a leap back, she launched a fury of golden arrows upon Skyhunter. For her, it was either end this or run. Kill or be killed. And with each step back, she knew that if the arrows weren't enough, she'd be the one to step down.

Ouch. All of a sudden, it felt like a sudden ripple of pain had went through my wings and ribs. I inspected myself for injuries, as best as I was able, to find...nothing. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, before it hit me.
Lightmé.
Oh Palutena...what is she fighting? She has to stop, before she gets us both killed!

"Urgh..." I slowly opened my eyes. Blurry visions of people. I slowly looked from left to right, then black. "Urgh...wh...who's there...?" I weakly asked.

I blinked, quite confused by the whole ordeal of what was going on, so I just stood there, 'watching' for now with my hollow eye sockets through my blue mask.

I groaned, looking up around. I tried to stretch my right arm, but that hurted. I let out a shriek from suprise.

As the clones dissolved into nothingness, I had looked up from my pain-induced withdrawal to see a storm of arrows headed my way. Still in a weakened state, knowing I couldn't possibly merely dodge this attack, I dropped to the ground in a defensive stance. Crouching down low, ears folded backwards and tail swaying passively, I raised a pale, spectral-looking forcefield around myself with a flash of my dead white eyes, saving myself from the shower of golden projectiles within moments of them piercing my flesh.

Lightmé continued backing away, her violet eyes trained on the forcefield. Seems that he's not gonna come after me. Good. Heh, I've done a bit of damage. That's what he gets for messing with Shadmé's- and my- emotions! Once she felt she was a good couple halls down, she stopped backing away and turned her body so she could walk normally. Her chest felt bruised and she was walking with a limp, the bottom of her yellow pants fading to orange from the blood. The Rest Rooms were up ahead, but she ignored them. Only until she was sure nobody was following her would she bother going in there.

Sweet relief from the pain washed through my body as the Wither's regenerative properties worked their magic, bright white and blue light emanating from my scar as it mended itself shut. Since I had failed to take the life of Lightme, I "borrowed" some of the essence of the flora outside as a substitute. The last of the discomfort faded away with my shield and I was back on my paws. Watching the angel girl retreat, I gave a sinister smirk, reaching behind me to bring out my automatic firearm and projecting my bone-chilling voice to her as I pursued her further.

"Where are you going, little girl? We haven't finished playing yet!"

Lightmé whirled around, staring down the hall. Luckily she'd managed to catch her breath in this time. Strangely enough, the person speaking to her wasn't there. But she decided to play along. As if he'd hear her in her head.
Heh, she thought. What, do you want me to kill you? I'm off to find Shadmé. If I die, she dies, you know. To be safe, she opened her palm, using her light powers to close the wound in her leg. And even if you got lucky...you wouldn't want that punk to die, would you?

A strange sensation overtook me, like nothing I'd ever felt. It was as if something was crawling up my body, but when I looked, nothing was there. What was happening to me?

Somehow Lightme's thoughts reached me, and I simply smirked at her claims. As if a mere duplicate was any sort of match for the almighty Wither. I saw right through her bluff; first-hand experience had taught me that the death of a doppelganger will not warrant the death of the original, and on top of that, any dark lords linked to them would cease to exist as well. As such, I had no qualms about gutting her like a fish.

Persisting ever onwards, I licked my chops in anticipation, still holding the rifle at the ready. A sinister chuckle, and I whispered to her again.

"Death comes to us all."

Oh god I'm lost now? How do you guys think I can jump back in?))

OoC: Too bad Lightmé's actually telling the truth. :'D
@Fluffy Let's see...Lightmé's being pursued by Skyhunter. Also, NINJAsk and I are kinda unconscious, Prex and Lyv are watching over us. Rickorio's floating around here somewhere.

Emdahs watched Lightmé and Skyhunter navigate the labyrinth of the halls. A faint smile flicked over its shadowy face, eager to watch the showdown. It wanted to see Lightmé suffer, if possible. It still remembered how she and Shadmé had escaped its castle and made it look like a fool. Emdahs still wanted payback.

Lightmé opened her wings and flew, gaining more ground from the bloodthirsty Skyhunter. She kept twisting and moving up and down castle levels, hoping to throw off her pursuer. If there was anything she was good at, it was tricks and lies and manipulation. Heh, and what about you? That goes both ways, pal.

I just put my arm back on place as I sat there,alone in ablurry place, my vision worse then that of a blind mole. I look up again. "H-hello? Anyone there?" I heard my own voice echo in my head. I slowly started to panic in myself. "Help!?"

In reality, I was screaming the same words, causing silence to be quite gone...