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Jake the Sage

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Katie laughs as the sword pierces nothing. Necron looks down to see a void where he should have hit.

 

Katie, to Necron: Wrong answer.

 

Katie moves her hands in almost a hypnotizing manor. Soon Necron begins to sway back and forth.

 

Meanwhile . . .

 

Alice and Domo nod their head, but then a cough causes them to jump.

 

Erik, out loud: I'm not . . . dead!

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"I see, he has already started his plan without me even knowing..." The shadowy creature that was bound in chains of light said as he started to sink into darkness, taking whatever shadow creatures Yokoshima summoned with him. About two miles from the battle scene, Yokoshima was etching marks into the ground that looked like ancient demonic symbols. "Kuro." Yokoshima said to the shadowy figure bound by chains of light. "Sir!" He said as knelled to Yokoshima. "Start drawing a circular perimeter that is exactly double the perimeter of the battlefield. Everyone else draw the appropriate Demonic Symbols. I'm going to help them in the battle, call for me when you are finished..." Yokoshima disappeared into darkness.

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Felixia shook her head. What was going on? She had been peacefully riding Snowdrop, her beloved white horse when she had - somehow - been teleported to the middle of nowhere. A short sword hung on the left side of her hip; on her right was a rather sleek flute made out of a leaf-coloured bamboo. One hand was holding onto the reins of Snowdrop; the other was gripping another flute, except this one was a normal wooden flute.

 

Felixia saw they were in the middle of some sort of fight. As a precaution she took out the bamboo flute and stowed the wooden one away in its place. She raised the instrument to her lips, her fingers ready.

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[align=center]Poseidon stood in a cloud of smoke. Where was he? He saw two people to one side of him, and one girl to another. She was holding some sort of a wooden flute to her lips. The other two had not really moved, probably paralysed from shock, much like Poseidon himself. He obviously wasn't sitting at home on his computer; bored out of his mind. But somewhere different, somewhere special

 

Poseidon couldn't help but think his mother was right, back all those years ago, she told Poseidon he was destined for greatness, and he guesses she was right;this was the special life that had awaited him, after years at home, without mother or father, this was chance in life, his shot. Somehow he knew - this is how he was going to meet his father

 

At his side he was holding his Trident, and in the midst of some sort of battle, he instinctively drew it, wondering why however. None the less he lengthened it out, to it's maximum of six foot. Now in a battle stance. One foot forward, knees slightly bent, both hands on his trident. One higher one lower. And Poseidon was ready...[/align]

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