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Post by Mr. Kaar on Dec 11, 2013 14:43:48 GMT -8
Hel would reach into a pocket and pull out a small medallion.
"This will summon Sleipnir when your on the other side. Sleipnir will get you where you need to go."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 11, 2013 14:47:00 GMT -8
He took the medallion with another bow before slipping it over his neck and nodding. He stripped down out of his armor and protective gear until he was in nothing but pants. Forming a dagger out of the stone that kept coiled around his body he handed it to Charon.
"Alright, I need you to listen to me closely. I want you to almost kill me. Just give me a moment to brace myself..."
He said closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. This was going to hurt.
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Dec 11, 2013 14:55:22 GMT -8
As he asked Charon whirled towards him before he could say 'let me brace myself' would slam a hand into Mathew's solar plexus jabbing a glowing energy through Mathew's chest, ripping his soul from his body from the hole.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 11, 2013 15:00:01 GMT -8
Mathew's eyes shot open as half a gasp escaped his lips before his soul was ripped out. Mathew's body fell to the ground, his head slamming against the table. What becomes of Mathew's soul?
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Dec 11, 2013 15:09:42 GMT -8
Mathew's will power and the hold from Charon kept his Soul stable and kind of floating about the room.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 11, 2013 15:11:16 GMT -8
Fucking surreal. Mathew would look around, trying to see if anything looked different in this state. His hand moving to the medallion. Hel had said that it would take him where he needed to go...
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Dec 11, 2013 15:15:14 GMT -8
The room looked.... Smokey. As if everything where made of smoke, formed into solids, but a constant breeze softened all the edges. The medallion would feel warm to the touch... If that's what you can even call the sense of touch anymore. But it was obviously reacting to something. Hel would look to Mathew.
"Sleipnir will take you where you wish to go."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 11, 2013 15:17:02 GMT -8
He clutched the Medallion.
"What was Lord Hades' real name?"
He asked Hell. He figured he would need more than a title to find someone in the afterlife since it consisted of everyone who had ever lived.
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Dec 11, 2013 15:17:54 GMT -8
Charon would answer.
"His real name is Hector Regan Asiv."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 11, 2013 15:19:00 GMT -8
"Fucking Asiv..."
He shook his head. Something to keep in mind if he got out of this alive.
"Please take me to Hector Regan Asiv."
He whispered as he clutched the Medallion.
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Dec 11, 2013 15:57:04 GMT -8
And Mathew would be covered in the same warm feeling as before except entirely as he zipped through flashes of people experiencing moments of life, some extremely good, others extremely bad. Mathew is smart enough to deduce that people live eternity in the one moment that sticks the most for them be it good or bad.
And poof. Mathew would stop at a quant little plot of land and a building. Outside the front door Hades and two children would be playing. The kids couldn't be older than ten.
Though before Mathew would be able to react he'd feel like turning around and looking about. A soft voice echoeing in his ear. Yet as he turned around he would witness John Strike pillaging Mathews home, taking the girls and killing Bastille.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 11, 2013 16:03:53 GMT -8
It was a lot to process as he whipped through peoples lives and memories until he found what he thought to be his destination? A thought crossing his mind wondering what his own plot would look like. As he turned to examine the area further he stopped completely at the scene with his own home there. Strike fighting Bastille and taking the girls.
So many thoughts flooded his mind. Why take the girls. Why wasn't he there? He should be there. He needed to save Bastille. On instinct he almost stepped forward before he stopped himself. Hel's words echoing in his mind. That he must be prepared to lose things to complete his task. That he must not let his pride dictate his actions. And from the lack of struggle in Hades' chamber he could deduce that Strike was powerful. Likely more powerful than him or Barker wouldn't have needed an army. Strike was the enemy, and he needed to ask himself who would die first. Him or his enemy?
He slid his hands into his pockets and turned his back on the scene of his house. Mumbling something about how Bastille was being held somewhere anyways. So it wasn't real, and if it was a glimpse at the future then it meant he would either show up to fight Strike there or he was already dead.
He made his way to Hades with his children.
"Hello Hector."
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Dec 11, 2013 16:06:41 GMT -8
Hector would look up at Mathew, tilting his head a little.
"You... I-"
"Who's that daddy?"
"Yeah, why aren't you still playing with us?"
Hector's attention would go back to the children.
Mathew would feel... something bite his index finger.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 11, 2013 16:10:29 GMT -8
"Ouch!"
He pulled his hand out of his pocket and looked at his hand. Was it bleeding? Could it bleed? So many questions that he didn't have time for.
He cleared his throat as he tried again. "Mr. Asiv, I need to speak with you. It's very important."
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Dec 11, 2013 16:12:27 GMT -8
It wasn't bleeding, didn't even leave a mark, but he could feel wiggling in his pocket.
Hector would turn back to Mathew once more...
"I'm... Um, sure."
Hector would lead the way inside.
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