Nimbös ¬ Lion's Skye.

[Sorano]

Beautiful? That single word meant nothing compared to what she held in her hands. Gifted? She wished him to elaborate, but she assumed it was and would be obvious. His words continued on, and she took his warning to heart.

Reaching out she took the holster and strapped it about her new form. While curious to what she looked like, if different at all, she was more pleased with how she felt inside. Renewed. She eased the revolvers into their resting places and slid her hands down them, before resting her hands at her side.

Her eyes met his. “I understand.” A smile of the same caliber met his. His presence made her feel so surreal. With mention of his departure, she wished to hug him tight to her, but somehow, she knew he knew this, as well as the appreciation she held for him. At that, he turned to leave, and she was left standing wondering who this counterpart might be. “It will be done.”

She also turned, ready to begin her new life, find new purposes, and see the new beauty that was all around her. “Wait!” She turned quickly to him....”How will I know it is he? Err....you?” Perhaps she over thought things a bit, but this was one message she wanted to be sure was delivered properly.

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[justify:7tfzrzer]"Hahaha. Rocsephon, silly." His voice echoed softly has his entire frame entered a shadow shaped like a door. Upon entrance, the terrential rains once on pause would pour. The cries of thunder erupted in utter rage, pulsating lights bejeweled the abhorrent heavens of an eternal black. Nimbos' hell had returned to its true state, indicating Sorano had completed but another ritual, with anew in store.

Before Sorano decided to forge a new path, that same lion whose coat was the same hue as the sky at night. "Don't think you'll just wake up under some rock this time around. The god's can't always protect you, and it is because of that very reason you must attest yourself." Raising from his seated position and with the demise of a flash from a bolt, the darkness would blanket all within a seconds notice. But when the lights turned back on, he would gone, only to suprise her when the time was right.[/justify:7tfzrzer]

[Sorano]

A tingle traveled through her body at the mere sound of his name. Their meeting, while breif and almost mysterious, was forever burnt into her memories. It was now obvious to her as to why that was.

A loud clap of thunder caused her to cringe slightly, whilst the lightening brightened the nights sky. Cool droplets of rain again surrounded her, and the gusts of wind where no longer friendly. In the haste of excitement, she almost missed the beastly form as his words rang out in a glorious roar.

She turned only in time to see him disappear. With a wide smile lifting the corners of her lips heaven bound, she began her new journey. She took a moment to indulge on her surroundings, only to notice in the near distance the lights of what could very well be a town. Shelter and a warm meal was tempting her now, and for now, she would oblige.

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[justify:3bvi1g7b]Ten meters before Sorano, the lion would show face minus the theatrics. Though now, he took the form of Sorano. "Always travel with your skill at the ready." The sound of two massive revolers clapping and clicking into place, a replica that could only be Xolomon would reflect the flashing lights above. Its extended nozzle pointed at Sorano's face, though slightly off a bit. A sharp eye she would soon acquire would've noticed this. Her finger pulled the cold steel forming the trigger, releasing not a blast or a sound similar. Xolomon yelled much like the lion who took Sorano's form.

An ebony, oblate sphere would spawn from the barrel's chasm and blitz Sorano at sound breaking speeds. As if a little bit of english was put on the sphere, it would spin in an awkward direction whilst curving upon the path it traversed. When it trekked the small space between the two, sound itself would be muffled when it passed. The left side of Sorano's face was the target, and she had very little time to avoid a concussive experience.[/justify:3bvi1g7b]

[Sorano]

A sharpened eye caught sight of...herself? Her mirrored image spoke to her, words of advice. Her fingers twitched as the word “always” rolled off the tongue of her clone. Her face felt as if it were burning, something did not feel right.

The yell of the lion would soon be drowned out by the battle scream of another. 3....2...1.....it was all in her mind, yet she didn’t have time to think. Now. A massive concussion filled the air about the round that bore down on her face. Forcefully, it was tossed off course to a predestined location that only her mind held the coordinates to.

Another cry filled the air, beautifully deadly was the sound. Fire, blazing, incased the round and with a dazzling display of raw power, all was gone. Cinders fell harmlessly to the earth, dancing to and fro in the breeze.

Her heart pounded in her ears, her chest raising and falling with a quickened pace. Upon the earth she lay on her side, hands lovingly holding the platinum and gold pointed toward the sky. Smoke billowed from the barrels of both, telling the tale of a job executed successfully.

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[justify:1t98t611]Xolomon was confronted and disposed of only by itself. The rounds would clash within the space between them, the miasma would fuse and swirl exoticly all the while, force combated with force, causing shockwaves of pure force to ripple through space, kicking up debris within the form of dust clouds of various viscosities. Through the dust, a fire endowed entity would burn and rip through said situations.

From the ashes and flames spawned a figure in semblance to that of a phoenix. With wings of fire, the flames would combat the fire sent by her clone. With many elements at war, Sorano would emerge from the Phoenix's chest, firing several rounds from Xolomon, negating all with haste. Aiming for her mid section, yet the trails of each round would traverse3 their own unique, twisting and swirling routes. "You're learning fast."[/justify:1t98t611]

[Sorano]

There would be no time wasted in the learning session. She hadn’t even had time to comprehend what had already transpired before more shots rang out in that ghastly roar. As the face of the clone became visible from the breast of the Phoenix, Sorano was on her feet-- Xolomon at the ready.

“Thank you.” She whispered to him almost sickly sweet. “Once more.” She inhaled with him and squeezed the trigger. From a minute sphere a larger one grew. It became sleek, elongated: a miniature missile. Its purpose would be to take each bullet out from first, to last.

As it closed the distance between itself and the first shot, its speed began to pick up. A hidden means of inertia seemed to force it faster and faster, until it seemed to glow with the fury of its mission.

Tall she stood. Head up. Shoulders back. Fear would not dare dance upon her features. It was faith in her partners that would see her through. Doubt could easily waiver the outcome of what was lain before her.

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[hr:1asux7ab][/hr:1asux7ab][justify:1asux7ab]The sound of nothingness confirmed success, and with success came a sense of completion. As sound slowly came to, restablishing its dominance over the lands of Nimbos; Sorano's clone would vanish into the night from whence it came within the form of a lion.

[ End, session ][/justify:1asux7ab][hr:1asux7ab][/hr:1asux7ab]