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( @The Wandering Wizard) Emma sat, numb, reliving over and over the moment of Calano's death. She would never forget, not ever, the feeling of his mind being torn away from her. The love between them shattered like glass. Gone. Simply gone. And in a land far away, in a space long gone, Calano's soul appeared for judgement. "Judgement of the soul Calano J Corvus shall commence shortly." A voice boomed, and a gilded throne appeared. On the throne sat a man with a beard of blue flames, and hair of the purest orange. The God of Judgement, Akais. "Calano J Corvus, on account of your many acts in life, you have been granted the Highest Honor, in the Eternal Holy Realm of Elysium." Calano clenched his fist. He did not know why. "However," The god continued in his voice. Calano cocked a single eyebrow. "Because your death was caused in a pocket dimension with a disputed treaty, the death is not legitimate. Because of this, you have been granted a Return. Normal Returns are a full restoration to life, but because of the manner of your death, your Return will be... different." Calano opened his mouth to speak, but he could not use his voice. "Farewell, Calano J Corvus." And in a flash, Calano appeared in the lobby. He looked down at himself, and saw the gaping wound in his right leg. He looked at his arms, watching as patches lifted off him and disintegrated and then reforming, all at random. His entire body was... muted. Colors weren't as vibrant. He was gray, and sad. His memories were fuzzy. He... he didn't remember much. There was a fight...? Shouting, and pain. Oh, so much pain. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a deep purple powder. He decided to call it Purple. He decided that anyone who had Purple wouldn't feel fear. Calano gave the Purple a puzzled look, put it back in his pocket, then stood in the lobby, twiddling his thumbs shyly.

i recently re-read both series' as well!

well uh this is awkward.... im not straight. i love percy jackson. im very heavily gay for *takes a deep breath* leo, percy, jason, will, and im just crushing on more characters

501c. Turn them around on the villain, make them connect to you. That'll rattle 'em up.

Scene #72: The Phoenix

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Bookwyrm got only static in return. Calano was gone. Calano would not be returning in his human form. Goodbye, Lark. I will remain. See you in hell. The presence left the room, leaving Lark emotionally and mentally distraught.

hey mine are always bare im sure yours look fine

For now, I can only contact you. The Nethergrim is unimportant to me at the moment. My hold on the treaty, although weakened, is still stronger than yours. This dimension was created for me, and for me alone.

....i just want my gf to do my nails :3 shes gonna do that for halloween

Oh, I'm dead. I can assure you, I'm dead. But, I have unfinished business. You. And I won't rest until you are finished.

i just finished alcatraz three

IM SORRY WHAT?????? NOOOOO IM JEALOUS IN NEEED IT AAAA

UM IM SORRY WHAT YOU ALREADY HAVE A COPY????

is this a michael vey reference?????

Indirectly. You killed me, indirectly. You sent the chickens. They killed me. On your orders. You've won. Congratulations. How does it feel, Lark? How does it feel, to be victorious? Calano's body, now in the Crow Guardian mech, flies away inside it, to take up a post outside the clinic. The statue of Wizard in the lobby changes, although no one will notice for a long time. Wizard and Calano are now arm in arm, as brothers, and the plaque reads, Wizard and CalanoCorvus. Died defending the clinic against the First and Second Chicken Invasions.

Calano continues to convulse, screaming until he stills. He does not move. The chickens begin to caw. Far far away, in his office, Lark feels a presence enter the room. ( @Nameless) You may have won, Lark. A disembodied voice whispers. You may have killed me. But mark my words. I will haunt you until your dying day. Calano's body lays in the hallway. Calano J Corvus, Doctor of the Insanity Clinic, Has died.

Calano breaks out in a cold sweat as the Corruption spreads to his upper body. He begins to convulse, eyes opening. His eyes are pure black, the black of death.

Calano lays within the protective bubble, unconcious. Until the absence of chickens reveals a glowing knife hilt deep in the back of Calano's thigh. The knife is dissolving the flesh around it, corrupting Calano completely.

Calano shouted, falling to his knees. He was now in too much pain, and couldn't concentrate to combine. And the chickens were coming closer. His eyes lit up with panic, and he looked back at Emma. "Emma-" He began to shout, before a club hit the back of his head, and he fell unconcious. The chickens overpowered him.