12-04-2006, 01:46 PM
OOC: All those old and new, make your way to the clockwork building.
Back near the clockwork building, Ezekiel got back up after having the device now bound to him pound him in the face. Dusting himself off he looked at the walking clock Digimon, shook his head and said,
"Alright, xeno, tell me why I'm here."
"It's Clockmon, and gladly." Replied the digimon "I see you're not the only one here." He then glanced at Marco and then at James. "Come."
Ezekiel followed Clockmon into the Clockwork building and into one of the rooms adjacent to the central chamber. Clockmon then picked up what looked like a microphone and spoke into it. "All those who come from the world of the humans, regardless of what time you're from, come to the Clockwork building, look for the woman in the red dress out front."
"Oh, make me the hostess." Muttered Arukenimon who was outside the room at the time.
"Let's wait a bit for everyone to come here." Clockmon said. "In the meantime, sit down."
Shrugging his shoulders, Ezekiel sat down in one of the ornate chairs in the room.
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Somewhere else in the Digital World...
With the thirty-seven keys of Tzeench, we unlock the way for our missionary...
In a seemingly unassuming small cavern in the middle of a digital forest, the air itself begins to twist and distort...
With the thousand whispers of Slaanesh, we speak the words of conveyance...
A thousand whispering voices can be heard in the immediate area as the distortion intensifies and pink glow fills the previously dark cavern.
With the twelve plagues of Nurgle, we prepare this place, for his arrival...
The air grows thick and foul, and a swirling can be seen in mid-air. The ground seems to writhe and boil as fungus, maggots, worms and other such implements of rot and decay shape the earth into something that resembles something like a crude cradle...
And with the mighty axe of Khorne, we cut open the world for him...
The whisperings, the distortions in the air, and the festerings below come to a climax with a roar, a large mid-air explosion of red, orange, and pink flame, and the end of the growth of rot. When it all cleared, a large, organic mass lay within the cradle of solidified filth. Within moments, organs began to form within, then bones, muscle, and finally skin. With a trembling hand, the thing, now looking more like a young humanoid male, reached out and let loose a plegm filled birth cry.
Back near the clockwork building, Ezekiel got back up after having the device now bound to him pound him in the face. Dusting himself off he looked at the walking clock Digimon, shook his head and said,
"Alright, xeno, tell me why I'm here."
"It's Clockmon, and gladly." Replied the digimon "I see you're not the only one here." He then glanced at Marco and then at James. "Come."
Ezekiel followed Clockmon into the Clockwork building and into one of the rooms adjacent to the central chamber. Clockmon then picked up what looked like a microphone and spoke into it. "All those who come from the world of the humans, regardless of what time you're from, come to the Clockwork building, look for the woman in the red dress out front."
"Oh, make me the hostess." Muttered Arukenimon who was outside the room at the time.
"Let's wait a bit for everyone to come here." Clockmon said. "In the meantime, sit down."
Shrugging his shoulders, Ezekiel sat down in one of the ornate chairs in the room.
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Somewhere else in the Digital World...
With the thirty-seven keys of Tzeench, we unlock the way for our missionary...
In a seemingly unassuming small cavern in the middle of a digital forest, the air itself begins to twist and distort...
With the thousand whispers of Slaanesh, we speak the words of conveyance...
A thousand whispering voices can be heard in the immediate area as the distortion intensifies and pink glow fills the previously dark cavern.
With the twelve plagues of Nurgle, we prepare this place, for his arrival...
The air grows thick and foul, and a swirling can be seen in mid-air. The ground seems to writhe and boil as fungus, maggots, worms and other such implements of rot and decay shape the earth into something that resembles something like a crude cradle...
And with the mighty axe of Khorne, we cut open the world for him...
The whisperings, the distortions in the air, and the festerings below come to a climax with a roar, a large mid-air explosion of red, orange, and pink flame, and the end of the growth of rot. When it all cleared, a large, organic mass lay within the cradle of solidified filth. Within moments, organs began to form within, then bones, muscle, and finally skin. With a trembling hand, the thing, now looking more like a young humanoid male, reached out and let loose a plegm filled birth cry.