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Little sigils glow on it's fur.
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And like that, the sun begins to rise. The fox looks at the sunrise and whispers to Jidah. "He rises now. I will call him." The fox steps off her shoulder, the soft blue of it's fur beginning to fade to a pale cream. It looks up, and slashes at the sky, tiny claws leaving rends in the air which burn and crackle with raw energy. "Soon." @Bird Furious
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Jakob exhales and clears his mind, feeling, listening, and hearing for the thousand whispering murmurs of power that make up a spirit. He feels a howling wind, a great wall of ice, a blazing inferno, a pit of terror, and a sizzling well of emotion. He starts to wander towards where he thinks rage is.
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Jakob looks around Yeah. But where are they?
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"Yeah. Sure. Whatever." He starts walking, then running towards the town.
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...Could we see more of it?
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"This is cool as Dark!" Jakob laughs, and punches a nearby tree.
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Jakob shrugs, and does a front flip off the mountain. This better not kill me.
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I can get behind that. Jakob starts climbing down the mountain. It's pretty easy.
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Mh. I suppose. You're certainly better than Fear. Jakob rises to his feet and cracks his knuckles. So. What do you want to do?
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Ah. So you're the god of anti-reality? That's fun. Did Ado Aeia Spinter break up into the Shards Great Spirits?
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Aeia is... Madness? I see.
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Why were you imprisoned?
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My home reality. But that's beside the point. What do You want from me?
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Can you help me get back home?
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Oh most certainly. What are you? A great spirit? Or something... older?
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Jakob exhales as the rush of power floods him; the Ichor pulsing through him. He feels the flinch and smiles at the pain. Pain is a sign of life. His grandmother told him. As for the wrongness? Well, someone has to get this god-forsaken reality in line, and it sure as hell won't be Intellect or a tramutized 17-year-old. Well, hello there... He thinks And you are?
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"Well, that. That seems interesting." Jakob thinks of a legend, of the helm of Agony that could grant immense, yet, terrible, power. He grins despite the pain, limping over to the bleeding crown. "Oh, what the hell." He mutters, grasping it in his hands, ichor pouring through his fingers.
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Jakob ducks and dives towards it, hoping to go under, thrusting his staff upwards.
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"I wil take that as a no." He swung his bo staff, releasing fire, frost, and wind, careful not to get close. How wide is the platform?
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"So. Man. You look injured. Wanna let me get behind you or we gonna have to fight?"
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