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The Black Guardian's Realm II

A dark ever shifting realm, home to the embodiment of chaos and entropy once known as the Celestial Toymaker, now the Black Guardian. as well as the unfortunate beings that call him Master.
Metakirb

Shinigami twirls his scythe in his left hand, and gathers some black and red energy is his right.
Obscurejones

Al slips after the woman, a jaunty spring in his step, aided by actual springs that pop from his heels.
Who

The fog thins ever so slightly, enough to give a glimpse of a silhouette within, backing away and observing him.

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The woman turns round a corner that wasn't there on approach, should Al follow it'll lead him elsewhere
Metakirb

He keeps focusing the energy in his hand.
Who

The figure in the fog continues to wait, watching from the swirling mists.
Metakirb

He just keeps focusing, the energy getting stronger and stronger.
Who

The figure in the mist sighs slightly, the fog flooding towards his opponent, changing a sickly green colour in an attempt to corrode everything around it.
Metakirb

He throws the energy towards the ground, it explodes outwards, pushing the fog away, but also acts as a kind of sonar pulse for the figure.
Who

The figure is about the same size as him, leaping back as the ground explodes.
Metakirb

Shinigami darts forwards, and slashes at the figure.
Who

The mists swirls around the figures arm, forming in to a jet black sickle in his hand, attempting to parry the blow and pull his weapon down and trying to disarm him.
Metakirb

He keeps a grip on his weapon, bringing it round and trying to bring it down on the figure's head.
Who

The figure splits in two, dissipating in to mist and floating upwards as his opponent attempts to bring his weapon to bare.
Metakirb

He focuses another ball of energy.
Who

Once again the mist floods towards him, this time simply attempting to choke him.
Metakirb

He throws up another blast, this one smaller than the last one.
Who

The mist flows back to its source, circling him in the air, looking for an opening.
Metakirb

The dome appears to have no openings, but it fades quickly.
Who

With the dome gone the fog attempts to flood his lungs. The mysterious figure still watching, shrouded in mist.
Metakirb

He attempts to teleport behind the figure.
Who

Easily enough done.
Metakirb

He tries to cut the figure clean in two with his scythe.
Who

The figure is cut cleanly in two, the mist in the arena quickly dissipating.
Metakirb

He keeps his guard up.
Who

"Another opponent vanquished. How tiresome."
Metakirb

That was it?
Who

"You dispatched the phantasm admirably. Now begone with you."
Metakirb

You brought me here.
Who

He sighs and with a wave of his hand a swirling black hole appears in front of the challenger in the arena.
Metakirb

He heads through.
Metakirb

And Ary appears somewhere in the realm, looking absolutely furious, which is very unlike her.

Toymaker!
Who

She'll find herself in the middle of the Toy Maker's coliseum, he looks down on her from his throne. Smiling in his approximation of warmth.

"Sister! What brings you to my dominion?"
Metakirb

Don't act friendly with me! What the hell have you done to Elyea?!
Who

"Why would I have done something to your friend?"
Metakirb

Don't act dumb. Whatever you've done, undo it!
Who

"You remember when she was injured in the aftermath of your little outburst?"

To illustrate his point he conjurs a small playback of the event in question in front of Ary.
Metakirb

I asked you to heal her, nothing more.

She flies up towards him, he may notice the black and red energy of the corruption flowing faintly over her face.

Allow me to put it this way. Black Guardian. You have extended your influence into my domain. If you do not remove your influence from her, and any others you may have extended to, I will consider it an open declaration of war against me and I will leave nothing of you behind.
Who

He seems entirely concerned by Ary's change or her rather threatening words, a cup of tea appearing in his hand.

"So you lay claim over this girl?"
Metakirb

I do.
Who

"She bares my mark. I laid claim to her first I am afraid. Our brothers and sisters will support my claim."
Metakirb

She was with me long before you "claimed her". I have no need to mark those around me, they follow of loyalty and choice, not your forced marks and alterations. Relinquish her. Or as I said, I will consider it an open declaration of war upon my domain.
Who

He laughs, sipping his tea.

"You're a lot like Rhias. So young and rash."
Metakirb

Stay on the subject.

The corrupt energy starts spreading across her whole body.
Who

"Though not without a touch of my dearest departed sister. There is no need for us to be adversaries."
Metakirb

Then remove your influence from her, and any others you may have infected with your power.
Who

"That is a very large demand sister. Surely you can't expect me to do this uncompensated."
Metakirb

I'm very sure you could. And what would your price on this be?
Who

"If you wish for me to relinquish control of one of my minions than I require one of yours in return."
Metakirb

Do you believe me an Idiot?!

The energy starts to solidify over her body, taking the same form it did the last time it took over her.

I am done with messing around. Relinquish your intrusion upon one who followed me without need to be "Marked" As you so claim, or I will crush you right here.
Who

He stands up from his throne, tossing his cup to the ground and moving towards her, stopping inches from her.

"Your family always resorts to violence don't they? But if you truly wish to settle this through martial means you can meet my champion in the coliseum."
Metakirb

You really do think I'm stupid don't you? You won't pick a champion, you'll pick her, because it'll get to me. Why don't you fight for yourself for once? Quit hiding behind your minions and act like a god. If you want me to fight in your colosseum it'll be against you, not a minion, and not the girl.
Who

"You have my terms. Now you can either take your place in my arena or you can leave my realm."
Metakirb

And you had mine. You have declared open war upon myself, and my domain. I gave you your chance, you threw it away.

A very toothy grin appears on her face, the toymaker may notice a large resemblance to Eris in it before Ary sends of a large pulse of energy, which seems to do nothing within the local area.
Who

The Toy Maker matches Ary's grin with one of his own.

"Such a shame, you favour Rhias's influence of my sister's. It's so terribly dull. No finesse, you're like a brute with a club."
Metakirb

I don't care what an old man like you thinks.

There are more and more pulses, and a sudden claw swipe at the toymaker's face, the movement almost instantaneous, and the air behind the swipe left torn completely.
Who

The Toy Maker disappears, a crude effigy of him taking the hit. His laughter echoes from the other side of the arena.

"A tear in the dimensional fabric? Our brothers and sisters will soon be here to put an end to you."
Metakirb

Let them come. You've awakened something vastly beyond you.

As soon as he dissapears, she disaapears aswell, appearing out of it behind him midway through a kick with a similarly clawed foot, also leaving tears behind.
Who

Another scarecrow bares the brunt of Ary's rage, the Toy Maker deciding against recorperating for the time being. This time when he speaks there's no laughter, no malice he just sounds bored.

"You'd really destroy everything for a mortal girl?"
Metakirb

Oh there's more than just the girl. But you've set something in motion. I told you, you've declared war on me.

Another teleport and another reality rending slash, this time there's another pulse, a block on teleporting or warping.
Who

Good thing he hasn't actually appeared yet, or that might've hurt.

"And you wont stop until I cease to be? How dreadfully predictable. You know sometimes I think it might be worth it? None existence. The Guardians have been letting in just anybody these days and it shows."
Metakirb

Can you do anythign other than talk? You're an old man, and it shows, now get off your high horse and try doing something.
Who

A heavy sigh echoes through the realm as he appears.

"It appears this pantheon no longer grasps theatrics or subtly. You would have us fight like brutes."
Metakirb

[b]I'd have us actually fight, rather than prance around acting all high and mighty and running away whenever you're threatened. You declared war on me, I made this quite clear, and now that you have you've done nothing but run around, what have you done? Hm? You've annoyed me, that's all, you've amde things worse for yourself. You've made things worse for all of this existance if you keep on hiding.
Who

He strides towards her, robes billowing around him, an undisguised look of anger and disgust on his face.

"I declared war on you!? I gave you a gift! She'll never love you without my intervention! I declared war on you!? You who invade my realm and know nothing of our laws!? You and your predecessor where disgraces to the name of our pantheon who brought nothing but strife and ruin to our number! Yet they all bowed and scraped and bended to your whims and temper tantrums like the spoiled child that you both were! If you want combat then so be it! I would sooner embrace oblivion then spend another second listening to you prattle on whilst you pretend to understand what it is to be a god!"
Metakirb

Quit acting so high and mighty, old man. I told you full well what you were doing, don't act like I didn't make you fully aware of how it is. You steal from me then expect me to trade for it's return? You're a disgusting old man who should have died long ago.
Who

"Oh but I have. So many many times."

The ground opens up, trying to swallow Ary up.
Metakirb

Ary spreads her wings, and hovers there.

Why don't you stay dead this time then?
Who

The ground below her rises up as she does, twisting like a snake in an effort to ensnare and constrict her.

"I wouldn't want to give you the satisfaction."
Metakirb

Too bad you will.

She flies higher, then darts towards him, spinning overhead and becoming a whirling mess of spacially rending claws.
Who

Ary wont get to close before Elyea appears in front of her in a flash of light, slashing at her with a rusty looking kitchen knife.
Metakirb

Ary vanishes the instant Elyea appears, appearing on the other side of her. At the same time Elyea should be hit by one of the pulses that were being given off.
Who

The pulse ricochets off her, sparks flying where they connected. Elyea spins flinging her blade at Ary as she moves.

"She is beyond your influence."
Metakirb

The blade will get ripped to shreds in the whirling claws and Ary continues to barrel towards the toymaker.
Who

He doesn't seem overly concerned, casually shuffling playing cards as Ary closes the gap between them. He smiles cruelly as Elyea begins to run towards Ary.
Metakirb

Well Elyea's going to have a hard time catching her at a running pace, wheras the toymaker is about to get ripped to shreds if he doesn't move.
Who

He doesn't particularly feel the need, hurling 52 large explosions at Aryna as she hurtles towards him.
Metakirb

The explosions slow her down a little, but she'll reach him long before he gets all 52 out.
Who

He draws a blade as the explosion fails to end her, leaping back and hurling it at her.
Metakirb

It'll get shredded like the other blade and Ary continues whirling towards him at great speeds, a backwards jump isn't going to do much help.
Who

The ground erupts bellow her, Elyea still charging towards her.
Metakirb

She's not on the ground, and she's moving damn fast, so she's going to barrel into the toymaker, claws shredding away at him.
Who

A walll of blades erects itself itmetween the Toy Maker and Ary.
Metakirb

She vanishes, then appears directly above the toymaker, dropping claws first at him.
Who

She'll collide with a large shield that appears above the Toy Maker.
Metakirb

She starts slashing away at the shield with her claws.
Who

The shield holds for now, starting to curve in at the sides in an attempt to engulf her.
Metakirb

She leaps around and slashes at his side.
Who

He raises a hand to block the claw, at the same time dropping the shield hat so recently tried to ensnare Aryna on her head.
Metakirb

She uses the hand as a surface to push herself off and flips away from him and the shield.
Who

The shield vanishes before it impacts with its creator, Elyea moving to put herself between the two of them.

"Are you quite finished with this little tantrum?"
Metakirb

Ary vanishes again, appearing behind him with another slash of her claws.
Who

He barely reacts as the claw sinks in, his protector trying to dart round and pierce Ary with her blade.
Metakirb

Ary flips round to avoid Elyea, as she does her claws will attempt to rip through the toymaker, tearing not only him, but the reality containing him.
Who

He drops to the ground as the claw connects, clutching the wound as black bile gushes out of it.

"This isn't over."
Metakirb

Oh it is.

She spins a claw kick at his head.
Who

The blow connects, his body slumping to the ground as his minion does too.
Metakirb

She sends the same kick through the rest of his body before giving off another pulse for Elyea, then walking over to her.
Who

She doesn't move, seemingly unconscious, still clutching the blade in her hand.
Metakirb

Ary tries to pull the blade out of her hand and throw it away.

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