Another Plane..., 2.0 Kickoff

"What are you...?" Notty begins to say.

"Aaaagh!" He says, shooting earthward like a bullet. He reaches for a slight mark below his neck, and sends a surge of magic through it. His skin hardens, protecting him from the impact as he slams into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dirt.

"Ow...ow...ow..." He grumbles, as he climbs to his feet. "When I get back up there, oh, I'm gonna..." He blinks, looking increasingly concerned as the sphere appears.

"This...doesn't look good."

Suddenly!

From the ground, from every direction...

The creatures had stopped being creatures. The... puddles that were their remains had stopped being puddles. Using Notty as a distraction, hey stretched upwards, like spikes, attempting to turn the floating man into a floating pincushion.

He remained still, ball of energy in hand.

"Foolish! No thing nor creature can stand to me!" he screamed, raising the large ball over his head. "You will die, along with all your aliens of nature! BEHOLD THE MIGHT OF LEXUS!"

He hurled the sphere back down. The spikes would collide with it, brushed aside and allowed to continue their course, but they were not the target. Nor was the castle his target.

It was the heart of the land, itself.

Phasing into the ground, it was only a matter of seconds before the sphere activated, the results immediate: A shockwave erupted from within the land, carrying with it themes and terror of all magical elements. Fire. Ice. Lightning. Darkness.

And Lexus floated above the island, stoic and observing his work.

There was a terrible sound: the sound of land tearing apart from the inside.

It was hard to notice, at first, but... the floating island itself had started to crumble. It was falling apart underneath, and from the inside, but then...

There was an audible snap, as the land in front of Notty, ripped apart, and the land simply... broke off, and began to tip downwards, towards the Atlantic Ocean.

Iyestorm, in the air above, could see it fairly clearly. And the effects were obvious to Nefidean, as the ground quickly assumed a much more slanted position as it began to fall.

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Further into the island... the effects were a lot more apparent. Immolation and Dark Hawk could clearly see the ground underneath them quickly slipped downwards, and began listing very heavily to one side...

"This is... not according to plan," Cyrus's head mumbled, before shouting "Immolation! Dark Hawk! Get down to me, quickly!"

For Trevor, the situation was... less than ideal, but still not completely forlorn. At the very least, he could still stand up... but even the helicopter was looking like it would have been a good option at the moment.

"What...the....hell!?" Notty shouts, "Who the hell is this guy!?" Shaking off the panic (for the moment) he reaches in his cloak pocket, producing a small rune. As the earth around him crumbles, he holds it in his hand, looking at it hesitantly, as if trying to make a decision.

...

He holds onto it, but looks around, shouting loudly, "Is there anyone out there who needs help!? Last chance!"

Nefidean lay low to the ground as she watched the two battles unfold. She stay silent moving out of the way when need be and hiding behind other things when things really started to heat up. "Maybe you were right Kirra.... maybe this wasn't a real bright idea."

"I tried to warn you, but do you ever listen?" The cat growled standing over her keeping a better eye out of the surroundings. "Your damn lucky neither of them really noticed you or else we might have really been in...."

The cat's words were cut short as the thunderous snap was heard as the land began to break. "....trouble.... Nefidilous!" The cat screamed as she grabbed the child by the collar again and threw her on her back. "This just isn't a good day!" She growled as she started to race towards the other side of the crack.

underneath the helicopter, Immolation was weighing his chances of actually being able to commander the flying transport capable machine when he heard the cyrus bot yell an order.

Grtting his teeth, Immolation's millitary training kicked in as he abandoned his spot of safety and dove for Newb's current location.

This was turning out to be a fantastic day, indeed. Lizards, hallways, allusions of dinosaurs, running, fire, falling, more running, and now the GROUND ITSELF IS BETRAYING HIM!

More out of blind adrenaline-fueled panic than anything, Trevor bolts for the helicopter again, knowing a flaming flying machine in the bush is worth two anywhere but here.

As Immolation gets closer to the ground, still carrying Dark Hawk, something strange begins to happen.

For Trevor too, as he climbs madly up the Island, as it begins to assume a very nearly horizontal posture, everything begins to go... off. It's like he can see two places at once. It gets sharper in both ways, until... everything goes white, and something goes CHUNK

The ground begins to tip faster and faster, and it begins hard to retain footing...

It can't possibly be this hopeless, but it doesn't look like Nefidean and her cohort would be able to make it across to the other side of the fissure before plummeting under gravity's cruel hand.

"Well, that looks like something I can do. Updraft!"

Iyestorm created a constant updraft under the two. It probably was a better option than trying to carry them both, he thought. He wasn't that sure of his physical strength. He could probably do it, but why take risks when this was easier anyway?

"Think we should take him up on his offer? Or do we need help? I'm just along for the ride, here."

Nefidean looked up at the boy then down at the young mage. "Go with him! Go with him! He looks like he knows what he's doing!" She said clinging onto the cat's fur for dear life.

"Oh for crying out loud, it's not like we're going to die." The cat growled.

Notty grins, looking up at the floating girl, the floating cat, and the floating boy in the hat.

"Works for me!" He shouts at them. "Gotta be touching both of them when I fire this thing off, though...Ah, I got it!" He thinks as he looks down at the rune in his hand.

Notty tosses the rune in the air, catching it with his teeth. "Ohkay, fwolks, gwoup hug!" He says, through the bit of metal in his mouth.

Similar to before, he leaps into the air, doing a quick spin and pressing back, as if against an invisible wall. As a gust of wind shoots him backward, he sails right towards the pair, grabbing hold of each of them with his now-free hands.

"Rwight then!"

He bites down hard on the rune. A crack appears in it and it begins to crackle with magical energy.

"Ow, my teef!" Is the last thing any of them hear before they vanish into thin air.

This post has been edited by Notty on Apr 15 2010, 09:07 PM