Thaidakar the Ghostblood

ahhhhh. Nowhere. That guy- Yeah, I'll answer any question about him.

K. I'll be good to give it to you unless it spoils thing that I plan on keeping from everyone.

XD I hope so. Spook needs conflict. I'm setting Spook up for further trauma and broken-ness.

We'll see... *evil laugh* me too! *grins*

Taking Darkness down will not be easy nor will it happen whenever Platypus decides to attack. I have a plan for what happens if Platypus does that... heh. It was odd the way the sun rose, light falling on a land previously consumed by utter darkness. Shadows and rays of light intermingled, creating a pink and orange array of color everywhere. The sky seemed to stretch on for infinity, laying silent up above, having seen all things. Shadow knew how the sky felt, for he was infinity. He had neither end nor beginning, he merely was. And that was enough. And, yet, he couldn't help but feel limited in his infinity. Just because something was infinite did not mean it was all powerful. And that scared him. He had met millions of himself over his short infinity, all almost entirely the same, same personality, same thoughts, same ideas, same good looks... but they were not the same in one thing. They all had a different amount of time they could withstand torture. Every single Shadow broke after a different amount of time. Not many of the Shadows knew that, but this one did. He knew it well. Not many can assume to know the burdens of one who is exactly the same as billions with exactly the same knowledge. Not many can assume to know what it is to be exactly the same as many other people with the same hopes and dreams. What is it truly like to be an exact clone? No changes? No defects? well, except for one. Shadow as glad for the one thing. It was the only way in which he was original. Yet, something about it was wrong to him. If they broke at different times, were their minds all different? Did it take time for information from one Shadow to get across to all the others? They'd found out long ago that the answer was yes. It did take time. Approximately half an hour. As the minutes of the last half hour filtered into the minds of the other Shadows, Shadow knew that his life wasn't truly meaningful. It was useful, yes, expendable. But it was not by itself meaningful. And, yet, somehow... Shadow knew that this wasn't true. Somewhere, deep within him, he felt something burning bright, something that shouldn't be there. Could it be possible that Shadow had a soul? And, if he did. If he, the clone of many different Shadows, who were all supposed to be the same, had a soul, and all souls were different, then did that mean that every Shadow was different? He shivered in the early morning light as he contemplated the possibility. If every Shadow was different, none were the same. And if none were the same, then did that mean that, in the infinity of Shadows, there was a Shadow who was rogue? A Shadow who would ally with their original being, Darkness? Shadow hoped not. He dearly hoped that it was not true and it was merely his thoughts. And yet... What is a mere possibility when there is infinity? Micheal found Shadow sitting on a rocky ledge in a place that was soon to be discovered, soon to be abandoned and soon to be wreckage. The look on Shadow's face, looking out over the rolling hills and trees with the light of the rising sun falling down, made Micheal sigh. Of late, Shadow had been in moods. Not the moods of a teenager discovering high emotions, but the moods of someone struggling with something deep within himself. Something that both scared him and excited him. Micheal knew it well. It was what he himself had felt the first few weeks after he had discovered that his family was dead. It was what he had felt after discovering that the Narrator who he'd thought was so good was the one who had been trying to end all of TLT. "Shadow," Micheal said softly, "Dethalon has breakfast ready." Shadow didn't respond, smoke twirling around his head in an ethereal crown, unknown to its creator, yet noticeable by all. It appeared every time he was deep in thought, especially when it was in regards to Darkness. "Shadow," Micheal repeated. "It's time for breakfast." Still, no response. Finally, Micheal walked forward and grabbed Shadow's shoulder, shaking him. "It's time for breakfast." Shadow would've ordinarily jumped up and sent a jab to Micheal's gut, or he would've caught Micheal's wrist and twisted him into the ground. Yet, it was not ordinary times and Shadow did not do any of those things. Instead, Shadow nodded, shaking himself out of his reverie, the smoke retracting into what appeared to be absolutely nothing. Shadow stood and smiled. It was a fake smile, the one of a parent trying to comfort a child by pretending everything was alright and everything would turn out well in the end. Micheal knew that well too, he had given it himself more than once. "Dethalon made us ommeletes with tomatoes, sausage, ham, an odd assortment of peppers..." "She's quite the chef," Shadow said, straightening his black and silver cloak. "You know... Lindy's been dead for over two months, my friend. It might not be the time yet, but you need to start thinking. You need someone in your life, Dethalon is a good option." Micheal blanched, "No!" In the absence of a sibling or a parent, Shadow had taken up the role of trying to get romance into Micheal's life again. It was annoying habit of his that was completely in the right. That fact was all the more reason why it was annoying. "I am not replacing Lindy! We need to defeat Darkness first!" However, something deep within him burned with a fire for something entirely different. Thaidakar. Feanor. Thaidakar was Feanor and had ordered, it seemed, the deaths of his family. And a Shadow. But why? Why would he do that? Why? "I can see you have something on your mind," Shadow said. "What is it?" Shadow seemed all of the sudden more lively, more... himself. Well, not exactly. No, Micheal decided that Shadow most likely would never be the same person he had been before. "What about you, sir sit-on-a-ledge-and-stare-off-into-the-distance? What's haunting your mind?" Micheal prodded. Shadow pursed his lips, "Now, that's not fair." "I think it is!" Micheal said, raising a finger. "If you want my secrets, it's only my right to ask for yours." "Now," a voice said, cutting off Shadow's retort, "I love to see my friends banter, but the food is getting cold and I really did put some effort into making it for you two rust heads." Micheal grinned, turning to where Dethalon stood, hand on her aproned hip, a spatula in one hand. "Right away, Dethalon! Your food is the best." "I'm glad you think so," the motherly woman answer. "Shadow, you too." Shadow, it must be said, didn't know what to think of the mortal woman who thought it was her duty to be everyone's mother. Even an immortal hive mind being. Then again, it also must be said that to get in the way of her would be to step into the mouth of a dragon. You are very likely to be burned. Mostly because she kept a spray bottle full of burning oil at her side at all times. She said it was useful for keeping away rodents, but Shadow suspected it had another purpose... Whatever it was, she hadn't used it on him or Micheal yet, so they might as well enjoy her food. Or else... Spook son of Thaidakar son of Kelsier. Narrator. Heir of the legendary villain and supposed hero, Thaidakar. A horrible son. He repeated it again and again in his mind, pushing harder and harder each time. He gritted his teeth, pushing his rage at his situation, himself and at the world into his every motion. He stopped pushing finally, wiping the sweat off of his brow before twisting and puling back. There was a shift in the ground and Spook stepped back, grinning. In front of him, the cliff face split in the middle around where the Plotblade had been. The shimmering blade shrunk in Spooks fingers. Instead of attaching it manually to his bracelet, the charm sized sword did it on its own, leaving a radiant after image chasing it frantically. Spook walked forward into the narrow, twisting path of the cliff. He was so close... he wouldn't waste his opportunity now. He began his journey, a seven mile long journey. It would take him a good portion of the day. It was a good thing, however, that Spook was a Narrator. He wasn't a good one, not yet, but he could manipulate the space time continuum a little bit. Spook concentrated, shoving power into a precise shape in his mind, then letting it loose in that shape. Time and space moved. One montage later, Spook strode across a twisting landscape. Shapes moved all around him, never concrete, never the same again. Spook stopped suddenly, hiss surroundings freezing. He'd almost missed it this time. In front of him was the greatest place in the world, a place he'd sought for weeks. It was a restaurant called Shaddox's Burger Place. It had good burgers, apparently. But that wasn't the only reason Spook wanted to be there. Not by a long shot... People gave him odd looks as he entered the parking lot. He sure was a sight, but this was TLT. Could they really expect him to look normal? Perhaps they didn't know they were in TLT. Poor souls. Whatever it was, it was best that he don't tell them. They'd figure out sooner or later. Spook pushed open the door of the restaurant, the scent of greasy foods meeting his nose instantaneously. The Narrator smiled, the sounds of a family restaurant surrounding him. Happiness. Normalcy. If only Spook could go back to those things... he shook his head, moving on towards the counter. Three people stood behind the counter, ready for orders. As Spook came forward, one waved to him. Spook walked toward her. The cashier said, "Can I get your order?" "Can I see your manager?" The cashier raised an eyebrow, "And why would you want that." Her cheery tone began to grate on Spook's nerves, but he didn't comment on it. "Shaddox and I are old friends... Tell him someone has a message from an audio book narrator for him. Though, I do also want a burger." The cashier nodded, "I'll be right back." Two minutes later, she was. And behind her was... Shadow. Shadow wearing a bright red and yellow outfit with "Manager" on a pin beneath a tag that said "Shaddox." Shaddox. Shaddow. Shadow. An immortal hive mind being running a restaurant in a corner of TLT that was nearly non existent. Shadow froze, looking at Spook. He turned, running to the kitchen. The cashier looked confused, glancing over at where her manager had gone and back to Spook, "What-" Spook jumped over the counter. Screams surrounded him as he dashed into the kitchen, dodging employees and greasy food. He rounded a corner, seeing a door closing just barely. The Narrator kicked open the door, finding Shadow starting to climb a fence. Pathetic. Spook lashed his arm forward. Shadow was thrown back by a sudden gust of wind. Shadow grunted, picking himself up off of the ground, "Get out of my life... I don't want to go back." "Too bad," Spook said. "Darkness is coming. You can't stay here. You'll just be giving him more power." Shadow didn't move, "I don't want him to have power. But I want to stay here..." "You misunderstand me..." Spook said, walking forward to Shadow. "I don't want you to leave here. It would be best you stayed here. Just not with your powers." Shadow paled, which was odd considering his skin was almost milk white. And also because his name was Shadow... Spook had never gotten around to asking one of them. "Your corpse can stay here. I just need your powers." "No... You are worse than him by doing this..." Shadow said, power crackling in his hand. "You are horrible, you are a Narrator worse than Thaidakar. I must kill you to keep my life." A sword formed in Shadows hand. There was a whip of a blade. Shadows hand with the sword fell to the ground. Shadow gasped, falling again to the ground. Spook wiped the blade on his elbow. Spook kicked Shadow in the chest, leaning in, "I will kill Darkness and avenge my father. But to get that, I need more power. And you can provide that..." "You will die," Shadow said, inky blood seeping from the stump on the end of his arm. "You will perish the same way you kill me and-" he choked suddenly as Spook slammed the Plotblade into Shadow's throat. Power flowed through it into Spook. Spook drew the sword out, the blade shrinking again, blood falling off of it. He put it on his bracelet and leapt over the fence to the back of the parking lot. Another Shadow dead. More power gained. Spook had meant what he'd said. Darkness would die because of Spook. He reckoned that, to defeat Darkness, he needed to keep Darkness's power away from him. To do that, he needed to internalize it in himself, make it his own. Or so he told himself.

and I cannot let you win either.

dick graysen/10

"Inactivity," a voice whispered softly, "is a poison." "Yes, Master," the servant replied. Darkness turned his head towards the servant slightly, "A servant is not to speak back to his master. I want you to find him for me. And next time, you will not fail. The remaining Shadows cannot hide Spook and Micheal from me for long... Inactivity can only hold secrets for so long." The servant bowed, "Yes, Master." Darkness's lips twitched at the edges, almost a smile. "Tell the priest that I need a Shadow for tonight's ceremony. There will be a shedding of the ink blood. I will become whole again, one Shadow at a time." Almost as an after thought, he added, "And bring the king. He needs to know the true depth of his losses. Again." The servant stood, nodding his respects: left. Darkness turned back to the window, looking out over an empty hall. His words twisted in the air, almost silent, but ever present. Darkness had been a force for good. Once. Once he had advised kings, led armies, said prophesies. Was it worth it? Leaving it all? "Yes," he said almost silently. It was worth it. Every bit of it. He was who he was and he would never change that. Darkness was the corrosive acid that would do its best to destroy TLT. It was his role. It was his destiny to fulfill it. In the back of his mind he knew that he would've considered it wrong at another time, but he was not that person anymore. Now he was Darkness. And Darkness was something powerful, something heavy, something that people all over the multiverse feared. Why would he change that? Rond knew what it was like to fail. He knew what it was like to die again and again, but still be brought back to life. He knew the feeling intimately like the touch of a lover, like the back of his hand, like the color of his hair. It was what he experienced in every waking moment, every time he closed his eyes and opened them again. Rond was a dead man, one of the condemned. And to be condemned was to be blessed, at least in his new master's eyes. Thaidakar had been Feanor. Darkness was now Thaidakar. Rond followed him, Rond had been in the vicinity of his greatest friend and worst enemy. Thaidakar Von Kelsier. Brother. Ally. Villain. Enemy. Rond had known him better than almost anyone else, yet, in the end, he hadn't known him at all. It killed him inside every time he heard his new master's voice or saw his face. Darkness inhabited Thaidakar's body even now. Rond gritted his teeth, pacing back and forth. Around him, minor priests and socialites busy with their daily observances muddled around. It was early in the morning and Rond didn't want the day to leave without himself at least having a small taste of happiness. Then again, he'd become Darkness's high priest. And with that office of priesthood, there was little to be happy about. Rond had found time and time again that religion, despite it's advertisement of happiness, was truly just yet another way to make miserable people even more miserable with their lives. In practice, it was a clever business plan. And, so it was, Rond liked business. It kept him at least marginally busy. He smiled ever so slightly at that. Wordplay helped ease his mind, especially during a time like this. Even if it was in his own mind that it took place and not said aloud. Hopefully he wouldn't be given orders for another five minutes. Unfortunately, is luck wasn't that good. The servant who had been talking to Darkness mere minutes earlier walked in. Two minor priests accosted him instantly, and the servant stated his business in hushed tones. Rond watched the trio in the corner of his eye. Finally, one approached him and said, "There are orders from Darkness." The servant relayed the info that Darkness had wanted relayed. Rond didn't reply, nodding to himself. This was to be expected. His master's orders were, to most, unpredictable. Rond, however, was a master at predicting what should not be predictable. Rond had, after all, predicted when Thaidakar... His thoughts trailed off as he felt the cascade of images and feelings hit him like a train. Every time he thought about Thaidakar without realizing it, this happened. This guilt. Why did he feel it? It couldn't be because Thaidakar had been under his nose the whole time... It couldn't be. So, with that in mind, Rond dismissed the servant and began the process of bringing one of the capture Shadows and the king from their respective cells. The king was especially important. After all, he was Thaidakar's son. "All hail King Mythos," Rond muttered sarcastically. "To the king of dirt, rags and the tiny cramped space of his cell." Mythos grunted as the whip hit him again. He slammed into the ground face first, feeling blood, sweat and dirt mix all over his body. Every day for two weeks. Fifty lashes. It was the embarrassment of his entire life that he'd been captured by one of Darkness's servants in the midst of a quick skirmish. Thank all of the gods in the pantheon that only one Shadow had been captured then. Each one taken was another bit of power added to Darkness. "51," Mythos gasped as another cascade of leather and nails slammed into his wounded back. "That's over the quota." "No talking back," the surly voice of Mythos's guard said. "That's another lash." The whip slammed into Mythos again, causing him to dig his hands into the dusty ground. Mythos ground his teeth together, lifting himself off the ground with shaky arms. "What sort of slop are we having today?" The guard grabbed Mythos's arm and helped him, "the normal kind. Gruel. Don't cause any trouble, okay? I'll have to whip you more." The guard had been a pleasant surprise to Mythos. It turned out that he'd only gone over instantly to Darkness's side because all other places rejected him for once being an avatar of Thaidakar. He'd removed most of the connection, apparently. "I hope you find a way out of this mess, friend," Mythos said. "Maybe I'll find you and hire you for myself. Then again, I may have to punish you for giving me that extra lash. I promise it won't be too harsh." Melvin, the guard, grinned, "I'd only expect it, your majesty." As most in TLT, Melvin now knew that Mythos had been royalty. Mythos smiled back, "Thanks and-" He was interrupted by a black robed servant entering the room, "Guardsman, you are to ready the king of chains and rags for tonight. There is going to be a sacrifice and the prisoner must be present." The servant started to bow, hesitated, stopped, and left. Mythos sighed as the guardsman led him away. Darkness wanted to see him? Fine. But Mythos would make sure that he wouldn't give him what he wanted. To do so would be to surrender, and Mythos would never surrender to that bag of horse dung ever. Being Darkness's hostage was only a minor convenience to that. Mythos had been through worse, after all. I'm back! Hopefully I'll be able to be on more and rp. I'll make shorter posts that still tell the complete story I want to tell on TLT. I hope y'all are fine with me coming in with my people.

gets sanic inserts my need to do school, but lack of motivation.

A swish of their tail, I suppose.

ikr Looking forward to the hemalurgy episode!

that is such an Eddie thing to say.

Panda's the president? I knew it... That scepter of hers made it clear...

I'm gonna win? You know why? Because I'm the president....

Silverlight?

Shardsock would say that.