“Dialogue.”

‘Thoughts.’

*Action*

(Self Notes.)

{Shadow.}

\Mirror./

-Soul System-

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Your welcome. :3

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|Christopher Crash|

I gasped, growing colder. A thin layer of ice formed on my skin, my breaths distinctly visible. It became obvious to me that my body was gonna get wreaked. If I didn’t want to die I would need a catalyst. Snorting I rose from the throne and turned to regard it. ‘Yes. This will do fine.’

*Strokes imaginary beard*

I decisively ate the throne. Or rather --ed it, eating it would be downright nasty! The throne was made of the dried blood of Sobbing, so extra yuck. But whatever! It would serve as a good catalyst, with it I would be able to control his left over Will with much more ease. It would probably be safer too. Maybe. It took me a while to -- considering its size, though I only hope his gross blood wouldn’t have any long-term effects on me.

The yellow mist obeyed, and I stood over the remains of the blood throne. I would need to consume some of the energy, I had too much anyway. So I activated -- at max, uncaring. My Will was refilled faster than I could consume it. Though my capacity was actually increasing at a noticeable rate. I figured now was a good time as any to develop the rest of my old techniques. I smirked, activating my Will. Pain assaulted my head, it felt like my skull was cracking open. It was.

The skin on my forehead bulged, and the pain eased. A second, smaller, pair of eyes had formed on my forehead, shining with golden light. I couldn’t see from my new eyes. No. They had a different purpose.

[Acquired Skill, --]

[Acquired Trait, --]

I felt somewhat better, having used up a significant amount of Will, but it was soon replenished. Annoying. I read into the future, seeing plenty more tedious crap. I stood at the center of the chamber, drawing everything. First things first. My body could do with a boost. I drew more Will, solid thick mist pouring from the stones of the walls.

Nobody else should do what I was about to do. Partly because using Will in such strange ways requires centuries of training. Or personal mentors like mine. The Apparition’s had a much more intrinsic understanding of Will, they had taught me to never apply logic to Will. It just doesn’t work like that.

I turned the yellow Will over, purifying it. The yellow turned gold Will sparked within me. My original capacity had improved several times. Assured, I reinforced my body, rebuilding it with the golden Will.

[Stats Increased, Status Updated]

[Acquired Trait, --, --]

[Junk Notice]

‘Fuck yes!’ I ignored the last notice.

I changed my body, being a kid was kind of shitty. With my new traits I had no time limit, and I wouldn’t get all wrinkly or impotent! Fufufufufu. I didn’t bother boosting my body any further, though I hadn’t boosted it much to begin with. I didn’t want to waste this power on something pointless. The small chamber quaked as huge roiling waves of Will filled the room with hazy yellow Will, I purified it all, changing the Will into golden light. I transformed it, half became my own, sparks of red and green embers. The other half turning grey. Stratos. I formed a dome around myself, space distorting. The room became more than a hundred times it’s original size, likewise time was dilated. I would need to train my mental stats and skills, they were much more important than physical stats for me, at the moment, and it would give me time to regain my old techniques.

*Cracks knuckles*

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|Gray Shadow|

Gray leaned back in his chair, on the verge of falling over. A nearby Priest tutted in disapproval. Cocoa and Priscilla were discussing something animatedly. He huffed. After they went to see the Church Signatory - Cocoa had wanted to propose an important deal with Priscilla, regarding something probably important, though Gray couldn’t care less - before they realized they had lost Chris. Cocoa was awfully suspicious in Gray’s opinion. Aside from his casual indifference to their station, or rather, fake station. He didn’t seem to care that they were supposedly representing the Lost Isles, and according to Priscilla the Church of Mayhem isn’t really sold onto the whole ‘invasion’ thing. They avoid politics, though it’s more like they have their own.

The Priests and such were pretty evasive about the underground cave thing, that and the weird yellow stuff curling along the ceiling and from the walls and floor. Though he rarely saw it, mostly near the back of the Church and lower floors, it was disconcerting. Anyway. The Signatory had sent a few Acolytes off to fetch Chris. Meanwhile Priscilla and Co had headed to the library, Priscilla had wanted read some rare book or something. He could hear them, just about. It was times like these he was thankful for being a Shape-Shifter.

“Pris, yo be thinking bout that yo? Don’t go forgetting.” he murmured. “Shoosh. Let’s not talk about that out here.” she replied scowling. His ears perked up. ‘That. They talk about ‘That’ an awful lot.’ his eyes bore into them. He didn’t know if they were a couple or something, though that would be super creepy. He was growing frustrated, cooped up in a stuffy room, along with the fragments of their little scheme. He couldn’t make heads or tails of anything. They never spoke more than a sentence at a time during their discussions, or at least so long as he was around. There seemed to be something more behind their words too. An extra meaning.

He climbed to his feet, stretching. Dismissing his suspicions he waved at the other two in the universal sign of ‘Imma GTFO.’ he passed the various Priests in the hallways, nodding at them, for some reason. He soon reached the doors, pushing with all his might. They creaked open, resisting. He frowned, leaning back to ram the doors when suddenly all the blood in his body rushed to his head. Gravity crushed into him, dragging him to the floor. A huge pillar of yellow Will erupted from the center of the building, flowing through the building floors and right into the sky. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, it returned to the ground, compressing all the while, turning a dazzling gold.

The Church was crusted with ice, icicles hanging from the ceilings of the building, Gray touched himself, feeling the frost on his skin. He grimaced. Alarm bells rang in his head, a sense of danger, bright red lights booming in his skull. He dodged a swipe of blurring silver.

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|Christopher Crash|

[Skills Leveled, Status Updated]

[Acquired...]

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I idly checked my Junk Notifications.

[Junk Notice; Curse of The Otherside now in effect]

I gaped. ‘Are you fucking kidding me!? JUNK!? Fuuuuuck.’

It occurred to me that I was an idiot.

My contract had always been vague. I wondered if changing my body back would reverse the Curse, but I doubted it. ‘Well shit. Hero time.’ I had spent several years training my skills and mental stats in the Stratos, though it didn’t really feel like that, more like a really long dream, I didn’t have memories of my training, though the results were ingrained into me. ‘Let’s see what I got for this Hero asshole.’

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Name: Christopher Crash.

Status: Standard.

Age: 15.

Estimated Lifespan: Infinity.

Physical Rank: C.

Mental Rank: C.

Aethaerics Talent: A.

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Strength: 100

Vitality: 100

Agility: 100

Intelligence: 200

Will: 250

Luck: 1000

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*Black Spider-silk Clothes.

*Will Forged Spear.

*Will Forged Crossbow.

*Will Forged Crossbow Bolts.

[Space left; Lots.]

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Overall, I was feeling pretty stronk, and I noticed a few changes. My spider legs had become more in proportion with my body, less bulky, they also felt stronger. I seemed to be able to control them better too, with the same precision as my normal limbs. My Ghoul trait had become more active too. My senses were a lot sharper. I was pretty damn hungry though.

*Grumble*

I checked my new traits and skills.

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[Your body has been remade with condensed Will.

*Much more adaptable.

*Can withstand much more than a normal body.

*Quicker recoveries.

*Will usage through your body is easier and more effective.]

‘Nice.’

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[Eyes stolen from a powerful Dream Demon.

*Gains Premonitions.

*Can enter Dream realms physically.

*Increased Mind-Type stat gains.]

‘Always go for the eyes!’

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[Immortality, whoop!

*You will not die of old age.

*Diseases? Pah!]

‘Pah!’

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[Best anti-aging Will has to offer.

*You will not go all wrinkly and shit.

*Babies forever! You will never be impotent!]

‘Meh.’

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[You are one freakish mofo.

*People fear you.

*People revere you.

*You look badass.]

‘Obviously.’

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For no reason at all, you have accumulated power through snazzy luck.

*LLLUUUCCCKKKYYY!]

‘Really!?’

‘Looking good.’ I thought grinning. Most of SL’s Will was used up, well, pretty much all of it. My training hadn’t been very productive, though that was a given considering I had no real equipment or anything. There was no opponents either, so I had pretty much been standing around for years doing jack shit. Course’, the time hadn’t counted for anyone else. It would have been been better to take the Will with me and do this training with Gray or something. But then again, I hadn’t been in any position to move, not with the Will of someone MANY ranks higher in power than me. Especially when I was able to use his left-overs as training material. Anyway. My Soul System was active again, though I didn’t really feel like leaving yet, plus news of our existences had yet to arrive at the capitol.

I was bereft of any equipment, well, aside from the crossbow and spear I had made myself, and the Spider-Silk that Shadow had made me way back then. They were pretty good though, insane durability, though they are just pretty much ordinary weapons, no special abilities or anything. I check my Skills.

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[See into the future! Whooo. Spooky. Mysterious!

*Triggers automatically if you are in great danger.]

‘Spooky, mysterious? Who writes this shit!?’

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[Make your mind move faster. By the Gods you’ll need it!]

‘Hey now!’

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[With an exorbitant amount of Will you can slow or speed up time and expand or contract space in short bursts.]

‘Funky!’

Aside from them, all my other Skills were pretty much the same, with little progress. I left the chamber, passing the done in doors and returned to the place I came from. The same glyph was on this side. It was locked. Apparently the Son-Guardian - currently deceased - must allow you to leave. I sighed in annoyance, ready to hack it, or call Self Notes. ‘I should probably contact everyone - Gray included - they must be worried.’

*Cough*

*Rumble*

*Cough, Cough*

I turned in shock. The great beast lumbered to it’s feet, shaking off the rubble. ‘Alive!?’ I grimaced, I wasn’t sure if I could take it on, even injured. It towered over me, but it seemed smaller somehow, it had shrunk. It’s wounds were mostly recovered too, only a few of the most critical ones remained, or less critical now. It’s body was covered in a light blue aura, fizzling slightly. It must have survived through the same method as me. It had probably converted a small amount of Will - not too much, lest it be noticed - regenerating it’s wounds. Though it had probably been on the verge of death, SL would have killed it if he had thought it was still alive. It probably played dead until they left.

We watched each other for a moment. “You are not one of them. Those kine.” it growled. I shrugged, “How are you still alive? Jeez.” “Mortal, I am the Son-Guardian of Machina, to die to those bastards would be an insult to my Father.” he growled softly.

‘That reminds me. My Curse should be in effect now, which means the Guardian of Machina hates me? Shiiit. Though, it doesn’t matter with --, nor am I worried about the Hero, he shouldn’t be at a level to take me on, probably.’

“Can I get outta here plz?” I asked, pleasantly.

-Connection Attempted; Allow ‘Gray lame-ass’?-

“I gotta take this, gimme a minute.” I said curtly. The beast turned away, giving me my privacy.

-Connection Accepted; Success-

“Halp plz.” Gray groaned. I sighed, “What are doing asshole? Are you already getting into trouble, did you offend their religion?” I asked. “Please just hurry up wherever the fuck you are! Shit is going ballistic, it’s jumping off the walls! Boom, yellow beam! Boom, evil monster sneak attack! Boom, Soul System back online, HELP ME GODDAMNIT! Booooom!!!” he shouted. I flinched, “Dude, chill. I’m on my way. Maybe.”

-Disconnected.-

I turned to the beast. “Can you please let me leave?” I asked, hurriedly. “Fine. But you better come back, you interest me, human.” he rumbled. “What the hell are you gonna do now? Your Seal was rekt. Whatever, stay here, I’ll be back. Then we can chill and drink mountain dew like proper dudes.” I shouted, as the door appeared. I leaped through, catching a glimpse of the beast’s bewildered expression.

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|Gray Shadow|

He grunted, dodging another strike. The large metal bear was terrifying. Gray was barely fast enough to dodge, he only hoped Priscilla or Chris would show up. Though he wasn’t sure why he called Chris, not when Chris was barely stronger than him. He wanted to call Shadow too, but he would probably just laugh, telling him to do it himself. ‘Asshole.’

He dropped into a roll as the metallic ursine swung overhead, if it had hit, he would have been cut in half. He shuddered. He already had a large collection of wounds, though none were life threatening. He needed to transform. But it wasn’t instant, if he tried he would be killed. A distraction was needed.

‘Where the hell did this freak of nature come from anyway? How did it get in the Church?’ it had been behind him when he tried to open the door. It hadn’t kill him then, but now it looked positively murderous. He grabbed a handful of throwing knifes, feigning panic. He held them like an amateur. Then, as it got close, he rammed as much of his aura into them as he could before throwing them in it’s face.

There was an audible crashing sound, his aura, -- could take on many properties, but what made it most deadly was it’s weight and force. Using overhead attacks with blunt weapons he could deal huge damage. But it could still be devastating when channeled into small throwing knifes. The metal was dented but otherwise undamaged. He hissed in frustration, but took his chance regardless. He transformed into a large bear, like the one before him, only flesh and blood.

His aura burst forth, and his hand shot out in a palm strike. He hoped to damage it’s core, it was obviously a golem of sorts. His bear form combined with his aura held enormous strength. The golem shattered completely. He snorted, irritated. ‘What a waste.’

He dared not transform back, just in case another one showed up. A Shape-Shifters strengths lie in their beast forms. In their human form they are much weaker. He turned, Shifting his eyes to those of a bird. People still stood in the city streets, staring. They had seen everything he had. Most had panicked and ran, but a few with less sense and more curiosity had remained behind. As he looked at them a few more ran. A squad of guards appeared, approaching the Church. Spotting him they charged, yelling war cries. He sighed in exasperation.

Just as they were about to reach him, the earth rumbled. ‘What is it now? Earthquakes!?’ he thought sourly. More golems arrived, silvery pods falling from the sky, they bore emblems depicting three colored circles. The golems all had many different forms, some appearing as beasts, others looked ridiculous. Mostly, though, he was pondering why the fuck they had to bother him.

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Thanks for reading, if you can point out any inconsistencies or typos I would appreciate it.

Right. Also, my format has changed, it’s cleaner now. My neat freak self had to do this. I’m not sure if I’ll do the same to the earlier chapters though. Whatever.

As you guys can tell, this story isn’t meant to be taken 100% seriously. So don’t. Well, aside from plot developments. Mostly.

Comments please! :3