RPG Titans: The Awakening [M-V]

[Vicky]

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[SIZE=1][B][U]The Titans[/B][/U]
[COLOR=red][B]Grae Alun-Ishmar[/B] - Fire [Blazye][/COLOR]
[COLOR=sienna][B]Tenor[/b] - Earth [White][/COLOR]
[COLOR=silver][B]Ixidor Zoraki Zunova[/B] - Sky [lkillion][/COLOR]
[COLOR=darkorange][B]Rikudim Thor-Bach[/B] - Electricity [KKC][/COLOR]
[COLOR=blue][B]Taura[/B] - Water [Sakura][/COLOR]
[COLOR=cyan][B]Isis Aysenn[/B] - Ice [Illusion][/COLOR]
[B]Agramon Caznim[/B] - Darkness [Sin]
[COLOR=lightblue][B]Lucia[/B] ? Light [Delta][/COLOR]
[COLOR=darkgreen][B]Dogarta Araes-Isdeen[/B] - Beast [Vicky][/COLOR]
[COLOR=purple][B]Aldian Canas-Baine[/B] - Telekinetic [Crucifix][/COLOR]
[COLOR=Darkslateblue][B]Malchius[/B] - Time [Prince Van][/COLOR][/CENTER]

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The sun rises over the mountains in Wales, casting a shadow off the trees and painting the top of the mountains orange and yellow. But that isn?t where our story begins. Hidden deep within the woods of Snowdonia, far away so no man can touch, is a statue. The vines and bluebells from the forest floor were tangled around its base; the edges were chipped and worn away with other forms of plants growing over it. There wasn?t an awful lot of light early in the mornings, now was there an awful lot of life, but you could just see the statue clearly enough. It was a man, kneeling on one knee with his hand gripping the base and his eyes looking distantly to the end of the forest. Although quite a bit of the statue was worn away it looked magnificent and new, almost marble when in fact it was just stone.

It wasn?t just a statue of any man, or a tribute to any mortal, it was a Titan, one of the very creatures that were responsible for the world?s existence now. Light finally entered the woods and shone over the statue, lighting it up more than ever. That was no different from any other morning? although there was something else. The statue didn?t have distant, blank eyes anymore, this time they were a deep dark red after the sun had lit it up.

And, even more of a change than normal, the statue seemed to be melting. Stone was turning into liquid, dripping down the base and hardening onto the vines and plants below. The sun wasn?t that bright! Though it seemed that as the stone melted away it was slowly revealing the face of a Titan. The stone melted off his face like hot lava and when his hands were finally freed he lifted them and wiped away the rest of the stone from around his deep red eyes. He yanked his foot out of the rest of the stone and his other arm, staggering to a stand.

Dogarta Araes-Isdeen, Titan of the Beasts. He had awoken startled, not knowing why he was summoned from his resting, or what awoke him. He looked at his hands for a moment, squinted and remembered what they were for, what he could do. Memories rushed back into his head of his friends, his [I]family[/I], and he realised that something was very wrong with his world today.

?The Titans?? he whispered. He needed to find them; he needed to cross the oceans. He didn?t know why or how it would help, he just knew he had to.

He stepped down from the block of concrete which was once his resting place and staggered back a little, leaning onto it. He rubbed his head and walked forward, wobbling like a bowl of jelly. The vines had thorns, they tangled around his legs and their teeth dug into his shins, but he merely resumed walking and tore the vines from the ground as he did. He could see the sunlight bursting through the trees, but it didn?t hurt him. The world in his eyes was tinted a blood red colour, the darkness of the night was no obstacle for him nor was the brightness of the daytime. His problem was the forest floor.

He stumbled again and fell this time on his face into the leaves. Frowning, he spat them out and looked up, to be greeted by a black snout and nose.

A fox was looking down at him; lay down as well, its eyes reflecting the forest around it.

[I]?Do you have a name??[/I] asks Dogarta. The fox cocks its head.

[I]?No, no name. Just fox or red fox, nothing like you?d expect.?[/I] It replied. Its mouth did not move, no voice from its mouth, no words from its eyes.

[I]?Are you a male or a female fox??[/I] asked Dogarta.

[I]?A female, but that doesn?t matter now, does it? I?m a fox and you?re talking to a fox here in these woods. You are human, how can you do that? Humans never talk to a fox.[/I]

[I]?Not human, a Titan. Immortal, powerful, humans have no ability to talk to me; they stray from their animal heritage and thus making it impossible for me to talk like I am with you. Though I know their language, we communicate through words.?[/I] Dogarta replied, no words from his mouth, either. [I]?My memory is bad, I cannot remember how I entered this forest, do you know the way out?[/I]

[I]?Leave? Why would you want to leave? This is a great forest. Do you know how fast I am??[/I] Dogarta shook his head, [I]?I?m fast, I?m very fast. These dogs, they think they can catch me, scare me with their yelps that sound like something?s dying, but they?re dumb, they don?t catch me. I mean come on, they think they can catch me here, in my own home, my own dirt? This is mine, you know, I own it.[/I]

[I]?No, I didn?t know that.?[/I] Dogarta said, inclining his head like the fox had done before. [I]?Humans have changed, I can feel it. And judging by the way you talk, the intelligence of your words, I take it animals have evolved, too.?[/I]

[I]?Yeah, but they don?t know it. Humans think we?re still all instinct, but I?m not. You want to see my teeth??[/I] Dogarta nodded, the fox opened its mouth, showing off a set of sharp, pointed teeth from black gums. [I]?You have a nice set of teeth, as well, nothing special. Want to hear me growl??[/I] she did not wait for an answer; she crouched lower to the ground and growled. [I]?Do you have a growl??[/I]

At this moment Dogarta could have imitated the growl of any animal, from the roar of a lion to the rumbling of a dog, instead he chose his normal growl, his own. Fierce, low and intimidating.

[I]?I?m impressed, you have a good growl. Work on it. Some are born with a good growl, you know? You?re interesting, Titan. Keep running this way and you?ll find your way out. I have to go now. Can you hear that? The dogs with their yelps and barks? They?re chasing me. Humans and dogs are chasing me on horses, think they?re scary, think shooting me is fun. They can?t catch me, I?m fast, I?m very fast, if I die I won?t care, their bullets are cheated, they?re cheaters. When we meet again, Titan.?[/I]

Dogarta sat up and rested his hands on his knees, stared at the fox for a moment; it tensed, jerked and sprung past Dogarta, leaping past the trees and over the logs. Dogarta watched her for a moment and heard the barks of dogs and the sound of hooves smashing against the ground. It startled him for a second and he realised this was what the fox was talking about. Dogarta wouldn?t be caught in something as brutal as hunting; he even wanted to protect the fox. Then he remembered his destiny was to protect humans, not foxes.

He kicked off from the ground and when he landed on the forest floor on all fours he wasn?t running on hands and feet he was running on the fast paws of a cheetah, feeling the leaves beneath him and the breeze against his face for the first time in hundreds of years.

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Atlantis was the island hidden from humanity; it was close to the Azores, across from what Dogarta knew as France. It was close to humans but hidden from them, only the Titans themselves could see the Lost City of Atlantis. It didn?t sink as Plato had said, nor was it in the same location as he described, it was merely an island once ruled by humans until they killed themselves and their memory faded with Atlantis as it was covered by mist. Atlantis was the Lost City and the only place the Titans could never defend.

Dogarta planned to get to France and travel from there to Atlantis, and he hoped he would find some of his friends on the way. He hoped that he wasn?t the only one to have been awoken by an evil he couldn?t describe.

Before he had even gotten to France he found himself lost in the land he had once called his own. It had only taken him awhile to fly over to England; he was making his way through Manchester, downwards to the English Channel and to France. What he had seen from a birds eye view above had made him curious to the world below, and now he was confused. There were people all dressed differently than he had known, all of them looking proud of themselves and arrogant. Dogarta felt awkward, he wasn?t used to the future.

There were so many new things but Dogarta tried to ignore them. He walked along the roadside, towards a bridge and a lake, away from the buzzing of the town and the large glass structures. He walked down on a path that went under the bridge; he could see people inside, young adults mostly, dressed in black and different kinds of clothing than he had seen. They reminded him of the Vampires he had encountered in his travels with the Titans; they were even trying to start a fire with paper and sticks.

He walked past them; they all stopped talking to look. Dogarta kept his eyes forward and felt their eyes looking at him, they were looking at whom he was, and they were looking at the abnormality in his eyes. His red eyes. He turned and looked at one of them, an older boy leaning against the wall with a short piece of clothing on his chest and a pentagram on his shoulder, it was something Dogarta had seen so many times. These children apparently had no idea of the power a pentagram was, of the evil it meant.

Sighing, Dogarta ceased his walking and leapt forward into a run, up the gravel path and away from all the foolish humans. How did they expect the Titans to save them if they didn?t know what evil was? Protecting such a mislead species was hard work? Dogarta would rather have protected the animals. That wasn?t his concern right now. Certain he was out of sight, and that no one would see him, he jumped up, kicking up little stones and felt his arms flex out into the giant wings of a flying dinosaur, enough to take him across the land to France? and soon, his friends.[/SIZE]

[Darth Vectis]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]The snowfell in light sheets, Russia was covered in the white powder as usual. Then sun's warmth was impossible to find amongst the the clouds that dropped this snow for months at a time. The cold winds kicking up the flakes so that they were evenly spread across the land, men, women and children bundeled themselves up in several layers of clothing, but still feeling the wind chill. Yet, in Siberia, where Agramon rested peacefuly, something was happening.

Deep in the Siberian forest lies a door that has been buried under feet of snow, but uncharacteristically of the weather. A straight beam of sun light had shot through the clouds and focused on this door, the snow melting and revealing the handle of this door. Under this door, was a stairway, leading deep into the earths crust. Leading into the darkness below.

At the bottom of these stairs is a simple alter with a full body mirror standing idly in the middle, nothing supported this mirror, nothing helped it remain standing. If you were to looked into this ordinary looking mirror, you would see a man standing in it. His eyes open and starting coldly, his hand outstretched as if reaching for anyone staring. The glass cracked just an inch.

The crack grew, its grew inch by inch until it went from on corner to the other, smaller cracks going all over the mirror. The wooden fram groaned as if under tremendous weight, a snap echoed through the cavern. The wood chipped and cracked, the whole mirror looked as if it was about to fall apart.

And just then, the mirror blew apart, shardes of glass flying every where as the wood splintered and followed. The cavern in which the alter was, was no litered with broken glass and pieces of wood. And where the mirror had once stood, was now the man who stood inside, staring as he was in the mirror, his hand at his side. He looked around at the cavern, slowly remembering where he was. He lifted his hands and slowly remembered the powers he possessed.

He took a step off the alter and stumbled forward, he could easily see in the darkness, avoiding the walls and moving for the stairs that would lead out. Taking one step at a time up the long, musky stairway, his hand sliding across the wall to keep him from falling back. The slow walk soon ended when the rays of the sun leaked through the cracks of the door into the dark stairs. He gripped the handle on his side and pushed the door open, the sun flooding in and momentarily blinding him.

He held his hand over his eyes and walked into the snowfall, he found himself in the forest, the trees covered heavily in the white powder. The snow here was several inches deep, sometimes being a foot or two. He could feel the frozen rain on his face and shivered, he twirled his hands over his head and a blanket made of pure darkness appeared and covered his body.

The blanket keeping his body warm, he trudged through the thick snow, looking around at the snow covered forest. It took him for what seems like hours to navigate through the forest to a city, he saw the smoke leaving the chimney stacks and small figuers moving through the streets. He saw he was where he remembered, he was in Siberia, but everything had changed since Hitlers days.

He moved down the slope of the hill, going to the city to find out where he was going. To find out if they other Titans like himself had woken from their deep slumber, and to find out what the enchroching feeling of evil was coming from.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Ellerby]

[color=#333333]In the very center of the Amazon in northern Brazil, a large tree rose above all the rest. Although this tree was unlike any other. It was as if a man was inside the tree and tried to jud imp out while it grew around him. That was close to what happened, but not precisely.

What really happened was the Earth Titan, Tenor, suspended himself in the air to sleep, and while he napped a tree grew around him.

But today was different. For some reason, slowly but surely, the tree's vines unraveled and shrunk back into the ground. The leaves crumpled up and fell to the ground in a million crumbs while the branches hid themselves back into the trunk they once grew out of.

Eventually, the only thing left in the place of the old willow was a rock hard cocoon. Not a creature stirred as all eyes glared the stone shell down, expecting something to happen.

About 3 minutes after the trunk had died away, the cocoon shattered and the rocks dissolved before even hitting anything. What was left was Tenor. The Titan of Earth and Nature. Immediately he collapsed to the ground, forgetting how to stand for a second. When all of his memories came flying back, he stood up and took in his surroundings.

"What the hell?" he said to himself. "Why the hell am I awake?" That's when he sensed it. A great danger among the people of earth. He also felt that the humans and beast that occupied this planet had changed since he had last checked. He had the sudden inspiration to get to a certain location, no matter what.

He looked at the ground, and then at the sky. "Better get started." With that, he bent down on one knee and pressed his palm against the ground. When he did this, a section of the ground erupted from the ground from under his feet and floated into the air, with him kneeling on it.

He stood up, still having his palm facing the ground, and flew towards the sky, just below the clouds as not be seen. He started towards the ocean, wondering what he would do to get to the place he sensed once he was stuck hovering above the water.[/color]

[Delta]

[COLOR=#656446][FONT=Book Antiqua][b]Humans.[/b] They are incarnates of frivolity, easily distracted by trivial cares, ceaselessly seeking the attention of equally ineffectual individuals. How they manage to be unaware of the futility of their lives and pursuits still escapes me.

[b]Once[/b] again, I am in the company of these beings. From the time I came down from the fortress, I have made a living out of restoring these feeble mortals to full health. Understand that I do not heal out of concern. Unlike in the distant past, one cannot go in search of her siblings abroad without ample finances. Forgive me for employing these selfish means. I have, am, and will endure these and everything else for a chance to meet you again.

[b]Just[/b] this morning, I had the strangest feeling that I'd meet you soon. A strange, familiar feeling that had lain dormant in the depths of my memory surfaced and beckoned me to seek you again. Hanging on a wall of my study was an antiquated tapestry depicting the world as humans saw it two centuries ago. I consulted it, hoping it might give me a lead on where to start. My eyes fell on a cluster of marks printed west of Portugal. [i]Azores.[/i]

[b]Wait for me, my dear Titans.[/b][/FONT][/COLOR]

[Sakura]

[COLOR=Navy]A marine biologist swam along, holding in his hand a camera that was encased by a waterproof barrier. A few more kicks of his flippers and he paused, focussing the camera on a stream of bubbles that suddenly appeared out of no where.

Taura opened her eyes and a stream of bubbles was emitted from the corner of her mouth. Her hair was carried around her by the under currents, and her gave focussed on the shocked diver. Taura swam up beside him with the grace of a mermaid, he opened his mouth and screamed, but it was immediately swallowed by the water as he inhaled a lung full. She quickly wrapped an arm around his waist and swam to the surface, squeezing him around the abdominal area. Taura slapped him lightly on the back before he coughed out a lot of water, he fell limp in her arms and she swam to the boat nearby that she suspected was his. Another man on the boat took him from her, when he turned to thank her, she was gone.

Taura had a frown on her face as she paddled through the water, the only reason she would be woken was if another great evil plagued the earth. But she did sense something was incredibly wrong. She called out to whatever marine creatures were in her immediate vacinity, watching them swirl around her in colours, sharks swam beside dolphins in peace, with the fish looking like colourful whirlwinds. The report of each was that the oceans and seas were becoming more dangerous again, with a worse danger than last time.

Taura swiftly made her way back to shore, walking through Bondi Beach, soaking wet in full attire complete with heavy boots that sunk into the sand. Everyone stared at her as she walked past, she had a determined look on her face as she went to the Lifeguard tower. She felt a call, telling her to go somewhere, so she pulled an atlas from the shelf flicking through the pages with haste. Her fingers ran past a page before tracing back. Her index finger jabbed the spot where the islands of [I]Azores[/I] stood, off the coast of Portugal. That was where the instinct was telling her to go, and she would answer it.

Taura ran out of the Lifeguard tower without a word and sprinted down the beach again, running into the water until she couldn't before she dived beneath the waves, the people on the beach watched her go with shock. She wondered if the other Titans had been awoken too, and if they were headed to the same location, she smiled at the thought of being reunited with them. She swam with strong, long strokes, covering large lengths, she wanted to get there soon, she knew that the fate of the world was resting on their shoulders.[/COLOR]

[B]OOC:[/B] If anyone wants a lift off Taura (she'll ferry you across), just have her see you somewhere near a coast. After all, she [I]is[/I] swimming from Australia to Spain.

[Blayze]

[size=1]The Sahara Desert. A barren wasteland, home to some of the most deadly creatures alive. Snakes, scorpions, spiders, they all lived here, but none were more deadly than the desert itself. It had claimed many lives, and buried the bones that reminded of those lives, bleaching them white with sand and age.

But something was happening. A great gout of flame shot from the sand, throwing clouds of dust up with it. It spiralled high into the air, superheating it, but also sending something with it. A small sarcophagus made from dark grey stone. As the pyre reached its pinnacle, the sarcophagus broke open, revealing the creature that had lain inside.

He looked like an average human, but for the messy crop of red hair atop his head. He opened his eyes and called into the sky for the first time in many years. The brown rags he wore as a cloak flapped in the air, and he laughed, breathing clean, fresh air into his lungs.

And as this figure stood atop the great pillar of fire that now reached skywards like a finger reaching for the sky, he smiled. The pillar began to shrink, and he was eventually returned to the ground, where he placed his foot experimentally on the sand. It shifted, and he let his foot sink into the sand. He had been asleep for a long time, so long that he had forgotten what it was like to feel the sand between his toes, or the wind on his face.

But this wind was harsh, hot and unwelcoming. He threw a rag around his face, and began to walk. He didn't know where he was walking to, but he knew one thing. He had to get to the Azores. The reason escaped him, but he continued to walk, slowly and purposefully.

He stopped, and realised that he had not spoken in many years. But what to say first? His name. That would be the best place to start.

[b]"I am..." [/b]his voice cracked, so he tried again, [b]"I am Grae Alun-Ishmar, Titan of the Flame!" [/b]He laughed, and called to the sky.

[b]"I am Grae Alun-Ishmar, Titan of the Flame!"

[/b]He took a deep breath and continued walking, repeating this phrase to himself over and over again, under his breath, occasionally punctuating this with a small burst of hushed laughter.

Then he stopped again. He had almost forgotten how to use his power. He lifted his hand and concentrated, hard. He strained, and, finally, his hand burst into flame. But it didn't hurt, it wasn't hot, at least not to him. He smiled, and did the same with his other hand, merging the two together into a fireball, which he hurled into the sky. It soared upwards into the blue, and then burst in a shower of orange-red sparks. He could still do it.

He put his head down and continued walking, occasionally lifting his hand to wreathe it in flame, before extinguishing it once more.

He needed to get to the Azores.

The time of the Titans was here once more...
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[KKC]

[size=1][color=darkorange]A cool breeze swept across the large rock walls of the grand canyon. This amazing land mark had been carved from a river millions and millions of years ago. It was one of the most ancient things in the USA, but not the oldest.

The breeze seemed to move downwards towards the very bottom of the canyon, far down where people rarely traveled. Hidden in the wall was a large cavern that became smaller the further you went into it. The wind flowed into the deep into the cavern until it reached a dead end. There on the wall was the most realistic painting ever created. It was a drawing of a man, his arms were crossed and he had a large grin on his face. His gazing eyes were a golden yellow and his hair a mixture of black and orange.

Suddenly, it moved. Now, I'm sure you've heard of a picture being so good that it's real, but this one was alive! The man in the picture moaned and outstretched his arm, which amazingly separated from the stone and became 3-D. He pushed outward and stumbled to the ground as he was freed from the cavern wall.

"Finally." He whispered to himself and smiled at the sound of his voice, "I'm awake!" He screamed at the top of his lungs and was greeted by his echo that bounced off the cave walls, "Rikudim Thor-Bach has awakened!"

He started to stretch and jump in place with joy. He was tired of sleeping and was glad that he could finally stretch his legs. He abruptly stopped though when he wondered why he had been awakened. Then he felt it, darkness crept into his gut as the radiated evil reached him. No wonder he was awake. Along with the darkness, he also felt and unnatural pull, telling him to go somewhere in the East. [i]Azores.[/i]

"I have to meet the others." Rikudim announced to himself and then felt silly for saying it out loud, "But first..."

Rikudim held his hand out in front of himself and concentrated hard on it, then he quickly clenched it and a few radiant sparks erupted from his hand. He grinned in excitement and started to run at lightning speed around the cavern, appearing to be a blur to the mortal eye. He dashed upward and busted out of the cavern and high into the air, landing on an unusual rock formation. Lucky for him there were no tourists around to see his demonstration.

A small rumble came from the sky as dark clouds seemed to come out of no where. Rikudim smiled up to them and waved as if they were an old friend. Another growl of thunder erupted from the clouds and a cocky smile spread across the Electricity Titan's face.

"Is that the best you can do?" He yelled up to the clouds. Bracing himself, Rikudim punched his fists together and a loud boom bursted from him, causing the rocks beneath him to shake and a wind picked up, "Hoo-hah!"

The Titan suddenly sped from the spot and started to run across the country towards the Atlantic Ocean. As he went he noticed many changes in the country. There were huge buildings that towered over smaller ones, strange metal creatures moved and honked while carrying people inside them, and a few people were causing trouble for the local police force. The Earth had changed a lot sense he had been gone, and the humans had changed too.

Always being curious as to who lead the country, Rikudim reached Washington D.C. and in a record time of 2 minuets he knew who was in office, who the vice president was, how many bathrooms there were, and where each and every secret service agent was. As soon as he had seen enough he raced out of the White House and reached the Atlantic Ocean. The Titan added on an extra burst of speed as he dashed on top of the water, heading directly for Azores.

"I will see you soon, friends."[/size][/color]

[Orcus]

[SIZE=1]Heavy snow fell onto the German soil, covering the ground in layer upon layer of the beautiful powder humans loved and despised all at once. Some would appreciate the day at home, would take the day to find themselves, take the day to be with the one they loved. Others would complain about the lack of viable passage to work and how their bosses would undeniably take their day missed, regardless of reason, out of their paycheck. Some wouldn't see it as anything but just another day. But for a select few a "humans" today was more important a day than possibly the day of creation.

One such being was a citizen of Germany, one of the few who had, eons ago, appreciated the snow. Deep below his beloved snow, below his beloved people was he, with his beloved books. Should one have made their way into this well of knowlegde long pushed aside and fogotten by mortal minds but a few hours agi, they'd have found Aldian Canas-Baine, sifting through his dear books neglected during his slumber, and reading the minds of those whom, like himself, thought the snow was beautiful.

But should they have found it now, they'd find a much differet Aldian. Though only a few hours after his awakening, he had already calmed, had already lost the spark and intrigue of one who had woken from a self-induced coma to a world the same yet different. The time for renewal of memories, the time for indulging the world as it was now, was over. He had not been removed from his rest to sit and listen to the knowledge his books spoke of, to read the many feelings and thoughts of the creatures who he guarded. It was now time again to rise and protect his subjects.

He needed time to think, however. He stood, and giving himself some time, grabbed the books he had littered across the table since his eyes first flittered open, and put them back in their rightful place on the many bookshelves. While his books nestled back into their habitat, he spoke to himself thoughtfully.

[B]"I've been asleep so long... And nothing had disturbed me. Nothing gave me such a chill as that which struck me full force this morning. What could it be? It feels similiar...but so utterly transformed. Transformed into something greater. Something truly evil."[/B] He stopped speaking momentarily and put the rest of his books up in silence. His eyes were closed mysteriously. Suddenly they sprang open and he then burst back out into his spoken thoughts.

[B]"Atlantis? Are you sure brethren? No, I see it now. You are right. The city has wormed it's way into my thoughts as well, so it would only make sense that I should follow my instinct. It seems that you are all doing the same."[/B] He grabbed the seat in front of his desk, twirled it, and sat down. He closed his eyes in a dream like state and centered his thoughts in his mind.

[I]Azores...I need to get to Portugal. There, or at Azores, I will acquire a ship form. A study one, easy to replicate and sure to withstand the grand fog surronding the Lost City. Though humans have lost their ability to enter due to their ignorance, their mechanisms are not cursed as they are. But as a Titan...A Titan can always find his way into Atlantis, save he didn't have a means to get there. Meaning there's a call needing to be made.[/I]

He picked up the phone and instinctively dialed a number burned into his mind from his life before exiling himself from the world. He waited as the phone rang. IT kept ringing, for what seemed to be an eternity, before a voice, familiar as the back of Aldian's hand seeped through the phone.

[B]"Hello?"[/B] Aldian smiled and spoke happily into the phone.

[B]"Brother. Good to hear your voice. I wasn't sure if you'd remebered to pay your phone bills or not. Wasn't even sure if you'd remember to stop in Siberia."[/B] Agramon laughed, and Aldian could almost see his friend grinning.

[B]"Yes well, I knew it would be best to stop here, especially considering there would be a strong chance you, too, had woken up. And since that is the case..."[/B] he laughed into the phone, [B]"I gladly accept your offer."[/B] Aldian sighed amusedly and ran his hand through his hair. Agramon spoke again.

[B]"I'll be there in 20 minutes. The great thing about snow is, there's never a lack of [I]shadows[/I]."[/B] The line went dead, and Aldian chuckled to himself. He rgabbed a scarf, a pair of gloves, a billed beenie, and an odd looking metal object off of his desk, and fled to the outside.

[CENTER][B][U]20 mins. later...[/U][/B][/CENTER]

Aldian sat at the outer rims of the cit of Munich, in a [URL=http://www.car-nection.com/CCOF/pic104.jpg][1969 Cadillac Convertible][/URL] he had found in the streets of the city, aqcuired it's shape and imbued it into a metal block. A sound caught his attention, though it wasn't a sound any normal mortal would hear. not unless they he telekinesis. No, only he could Agramon's thoughts as he approached the car as a shadow, he mental swearing at the distance. He msiled as his friend took his original from and motioned to the seat next to him.

[B]"Hop in, brother. We've got a decent ride ahead of us... But at least we'll have to time to catch up."[/B] Agramon grinned and opened the door, jumping into the passanger seat. Aldian hit the gas and they sped off towards Portugal, towars Azores, towards Atlantis, and ultimately, towards the other Titans and their desitinies.[/SIZE]

[Disenchanted]

[COLOR=SeaGreen][SIZE=1]
This day Greenland had recorded its lowest ever temperature in the Ilulissat area
(Known for its Ice Fjord). The temperature had reached minus -76 degrease Fahrenheit by mid afternoon and was still dropping. Experts were called in to analyze this phenomenon but none could give a definitive answer as to why the temperature was dropping so rapidly and continuing to do so. Residence of the Ilulissat area were moved away and tourists groups canceled, there was not a soul about.

The strange thing was this rapid drop in temperature was confined to a 18.6 mile radius. Everything outside this circle measuring 37.2 miles wide was operating at a normal temperature. Heavy snow was falling on the Fjord; the winds howled speeding along the snow covered grounds. This weather was highly unusual, but everyone attributed it to the strange bout of extremely cold temperatures.

Deeply embedded in the ice of the mouth of the Frozen River, some many feet below the surface of the area, laid a strange structure. It was jagged, deformed. The mass of white ice had been there for quite some time, no one had ever noticed its presence because of the ever present flow of ice bergs that covered the surface of the water.

The river of frozen water groaned as enormous pressure was exerted upon it, it buckled and cracked. Instantaneously the frozen river exploded outwards in a massive shower of icebergs and snow. Standing in the icy crater was the Titan of Ice, Goddess of her days, Isis.

She looked around the snow covered expanse that lay before her, scanning the area with her golden light brown eyes, they fell upon the sea that stood now partially frozen. Memories came back to her; she breathed deep the air that would have instantly killed any animal or human being alike. Isis smiled as she continued to drop the temperature around her, her balance was off, she made an effort to regain control of her motor functions before moving.

Isis knew one thing; she must travel to the Mediterranean, to an island known to only her fellow Titans, Azores. She walked to the waters edge and concentrated, before her eyes the water became frozen. Isis smiled, she remembered. Leaping up into the air she flew for several feet over the ocean water and landed back down on a freshly formed iceberg. She methodically iceberg hopped her way to the nearest land mass, heating the temperature behind her melting the ice platform to cover her tracks. It didn?t take her long at all to reach a near by smaller island than the one she called home in her slumber for so long.

Isis had tracked her way around the southern end of Greenland and reached the northern tip of what she found out to be a country called Iceland. This information became known to her by way of luck passing a large metallic boat, to which all the occupants were momentarily frozen and later thawed for her convenience. She had sensed that humans had changed, along with the world they lived in. Isis took their map and headed South East towards France and her eventual destination.

She smiled as she eyed the horizon.
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[Ikillion]

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][SIZE=1][FONT=Comic Sans MS]The high winds of the Japanese mountains blew through with a gently breeze, their snow white peaks seeming like they could even scrape the sky itself. Not many things were up here on the harsh cold of these mountains, only those who had dared to climb the icy peaks. Yet for those who did seem able to reach the top of the icy crags they would be able to get a breathtaking view of the country blow.

Yet there was one mountain that seemed to be different from all the rest. It wasn?t different in a physical way but more internally. There was a slight opening at the top of the mountain that had a Japanese inscription over it. Most who had dared never to come near the mountain yet those who did were met with an unpleasant surprise. The opening was basically a giant stone door that had mysteriously opened leading a bird that happened to be a stray bird inside. The bird wound down through a series of winding tunnels and passage until coming upon a rather large cavern. The opening itself was huge and had the same symbols as the one that was on the outside of the cavern. If translated roughly it would say ?God of the wind? For the people though this is where the god of the wind had resided after a tale had briefly mentioned it.

Just like the symbol outside the symbols on the inside began a glow in a sky bluish color, They all focused on an alter in the center of the opening and soon after a body, came out of an opening on the alter, it came floating out of the alter, being levitated by the radiating light of the symbols. The alter on the other hand, once the body was out, simply retreated into the ground leaving only the levitating body left in the opening.

The lights slowly let the body touch the ground and with a slight pulse of electricity woke the sleeping titan up with a startle. [B]? I am awake?? [/B] he said with a hint of confusion in his voice, still trying to get used to the feeling of moving again.? Excellent.. I am awake.? He muttered with a happy smile letting the bird that was flying around the cavern to land on his arm[B].? It is time to finally leave this place?[/B] Ixidor said still smiling as he ran through the winding passages before finally arriving at the opening of the cavern and jumped into the air. Using his power he changed his weight so that he was literally lighter than the air around him and floated gently across the sky. [B]? Such a wonderful feeling! Its been to long since I have had such a rush of excitement!? [/B] Ixidor yelled into the sky increasing the cloud cover for the moment so that the people below wouldn?t see a person flying up in the air. [B]? Oh now that I think of it? I should really stop being so out there, there are people around me and they can?t know who I am ?yet I think??[/B]

Gently maneuvering himself down over towards the side of the mountain and gently slide down it as if he was on of those sliding board things that Ixidor had absolutely no clue were. After the mountain was already done with he started off towards the main land slowly with only one though that seemed to fly into his mind.[I] Azores I must go and get to Azores, even though it is so far away, I must get there as quickly as possible, everyone is going to be there. I wonder if she is going to be there again[/I]. Ixidor though in the depths of his mind as he made his way towards China, the trip to Azores was going to indeed be a long haul, yet for a Titan of the Air it can?t be that hard right?

[B]? Wait for me my love, I shall confess my feelings for you soon.?[/B]

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Yes, for those needing rides they are available.
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[Prince Van]

A thousands thoughts flooded Malchius' dreams, darkness, light, fire, earth, air, water, ice, beast, the mind. He could feel the waking titans although he was not awake himself, the first of them had started awakening. Then Malchius heard a raspy voice, not of the titans, nothing of anything he knew this voice was unfamiliar.

[CENTER][B]"Malchius...titan of time, awake now!" the Raspy voice commanded.[/B][/CENTER]
[I] Malchius violently shook, until he was grasped and lifted, he became conscious and it was revealed to him that he was not on the natural plane. Everything was distorted, the floor and walls were forever out of his reach, but clear to him was an old man.
"Time Titan you are finally awake." The man said relieved.

"How do you know me? you must be a demon, I'll kill you where you stand."Malchius threatenly said.

"I am no demon, Malchius, I know of the titans and their destiny, personal and shared." The man replied.

"Then what are you?"Malchius curiously asked.

"I'm a man of great knowledge.? He answered.

"What do you want?" Malchius asked.

"It's not what I want, it's what you need.."He answered.

"Old man. I want answers, tell me now!" Malchius said as he raised his voice.

"You need to go to Azores." The old man surprisingly answered.

[COLOR=Gray]? it?s strange I could feel the urge to go there, but he did not know why."[/color]Malchius thought to himself.

"You seem to know a lot about the titans, old man, what of the others?"malchius asked.

"They will be going there too, in fact if you travel in the material realm you may meet them on the way." the old man answered.[/I]

[B][CENTER]"NOW GO.....TO AZORES!? the old man shouted.[/CENTER][/B]

The shadowy distortion rapped itself around Malchius, He drew his sword and pointed it at the old man but it was too late, the realm closed in on him, engulfing him.
Malchius was in the material realm, he looked up as the shadowy distortion around him solidified and them shattered like crystals. He burst out sword drawn.
[COLOR=Gray]? Could the old man be trusted?"[/COLOR]Malchius asked himself in thought.

[CENTER] Nevertheless, Malchius had to go Azores, he was compelled to.Presumeably the other titans were aswell[/CENTER]

[Vicky]

[SIZE=1]Water running through his fur, water rushing past his body, such an awakening feeling. It refreshed Dogarta, he felt as if he had never rested, he felt awake and more alive than ever as he swam across the France in the form of an otter. Occasionally he ducked below the surface, to explore the new world, and then he came back up. Though upon reaching the surface of the water he leapt high into the air, but not as an otter, as a dolphin. Powerful wisps of water splashed up behind him and back into the ocean. He swam below the sea as fast as he could, anxious to see his friends once again. Though he was worried about several Titans would may not have been able to cross to the Azores, he decided that he would wait in France and find his way to the Azores from there, with the Titans who needed a ride beside him.

He reached the shore, he had to be careful. He didn't know how humans would react to his powers, he had kept them secret for years, no was not the time to show off. He touched France finally with the paws of a rat. A soaking wet, sewer looking rat. Well, it was only temporary. He scurried into the heart of France, spooking the women and men, they yelled at him and screamed, sometimes people didn't even notice. After the second broom was launched in his direction Dogarta got fed up and scurried to the darkness place he could find to transform back.

"Humanity will never change..." he grumbled, walking onto the streets and wiping the grim off his cloak. He walked among people, not looking normal or feeling normal, but at least he wasn't a rat. Everything was no different, the rushing, the talking, the strange way of dressing. Dogarta wasn't protecting the world he once knew. He didn't stop to take a look, to gaze upon the wonderful world, he kept going. His destination was the Bay of Biscay, the best way he knew to get to the Azores. There he would sit, and wait, for if anyone needed a ride across the Ocean they would find Dogarta to help.

With the aid of the sky as a bird and the ground as a dog (yet again he was attacked, then he realised he didn't look as fluffy as most of the dogs) he reached the Bay easily. People were still around him but Dogarta knew a place among the rocks were no one was, where he could wait for his friends if nescesssary. And he found it. Away from the gazing eyes of the humans he sat with his legs pulled up to his chest, gazing across the see.

"How long has it been since we walked in glory and pride across this world?" he whispered, smiling. "Too long, brothers and sisters. We are the protectors of this world and once again we will be, defending it together as it should have been... as it should have stayed." His smile faded, remembering the gap he had in his memory. "But you hide things from me, you won't tell me about those hundred years. Was I cruel? Was I truly in love? Well, I will find out one day... for now I will have to live and be happy." He looked at the sun and put his back against the rocks, wiping the turquoise hair from his eyes.

Dogarta frowned suddenly, feeling a presence near him. Humans perhaps, annoying him. He grumbled something under his breath, an ancient tongue long forgotten, and looked to the side to gaze upon his offender. When he saw the man stood on the rocks a smile grew across Dogarta's face so big and wide that his jaw almost broke. And it faded as quickly as it came.

"Malchius..." the words escaped Dogarta, he rose. "I thought you were dead. I-I didn't know. It had been so long and shortly after we had..." he stopped, looked at the man, and wondered if it was real. One way to find out. He sprung forward and wrapped his arms around Malchius, a bear hug like no other. Malchius was quite shocked, in fact he didn't even realise Dogarta had lifted him off the ground.

Dogarta suddenly dropped an already shocked Malchius. "Ouch..." he mumbled. "I should be dead," he continued with a bit of a smile. "But I'm a hard man to kill. I knew I'd find you here, Dogarta. I was thrown in this direction and I knew if I would find someone it would be you... here."

Still smiling, Dogarta nodded. "I can't believe this! All those years, Malchius! All the good times can be relived! Were you awakened as well?"

Malchius frowned. "...Obviously."

"The Titans! They'll need to get across! We can wait here for them, they will know where to find me. There is a new evil brewing," Dogarta dropped and arm over Malchius's shoulder, Malchius gave him a strange look. "And yet I find myself happy to fight it... alongside the people I should be with. We should be with. Though... you should be dead."

"Yeah, I know." Malchius slipped away from Dogarta and stood beside him. Dogarta just smiled and nodded.[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=1][I]OOC: Those who need a ride in Europe from Dogarta will have to come to France. Blayze your character might have to travel quite a distance if you wish to get across with Dogarta. Great posts everyone =D[/SIZE][/I]

[KKC]

[size=1][color=darkorange]Rikudim was now over half way across the Atlantic Ocean, approaching Europe almost six times the speed of an airplane. A spray of mist followed him as he dashed across the ocean surface, sometimes hitting unexpected fisherman in their boats. Although they had changed a great deal, Rikudim still loved watching humanity's odd expressions and reactions towards things.

Rikudim sped up a little more as he felt himself coming closer to the ancient city. His heart thumped faster, more from excitement than the running. He couldn't wait to see them all again. He hated to admit it, but he was even excited about seeing that damn Ixidor again. And of course he was excited about seeing the three lovely females. Why, he hadn't laid eyes on a female in over 200 years!

Azores was now so close that Rikudim could see the fog that surrounded the lost city. [i]I'm coming guys![/i] Once he again he went faster, sending a splash into the air. [i]100 kilometers... 50 kilometers.... 25.... Wait!![/i] The Titan rapidly changed his course and headed North east. There were other titans close by, so close he could feel them. He recognized one of them as Dogarta, the Beast Titan. Though, the other one was not easy to decipher. The feeling of the other titan felt familiar, but Rikudim couldn?t place it.

The Bay of Biscay soon came into view and the feeling was greater than ever. Eventually, Rikudim could make out two figures sitting on the coast line. He slowed down so that he was barely able to run on the water and waved his hand frantically.

?Hey! Hey! Waa!? Rikudim yelped as he tripped over a jagged rock that was barely poking above the sea. His body smacked and bounced off of the water, sending him flying onto the jagged coast where he landed face first in a small patch of sand. He lay their for a moment groaning before a bulk of flesh lifted him up, planting him firmly on the ground.

?Rikudim, you nut!? Came the familiar voice of Dogarta. He squeezed the less muscular Electricity titan, almost breaking his ribs, ?You haven?t changed one bit!?

Rikudim managed to pull away from the beast like man and gasped for air, but he suddenly stopped breathing when he spotted the other titan that had felt unrecognizable before.

?Malchias?? He croaked and stared in amazement at the form in front of him, ?How??? He looked to Dogarta, who merely shrugged and back to Malchias, who also shrugged. Rikudim suddenly tackled the Time Titan, almost knocking him over, ?This is even better than I though!? Rikudim cheered with glee. The free friends smiled and grinned to one another in silence before it was finally broken.

?Say, why aren?t you two heading on to Atlantis. Or am I the only one with that tingly feeling telling us to go there?? Rikudim asked, raising an eyebrow.

?Surprisingly you?re not.? Malchius grinned playfully, ?We?re waiting to see if anyone shows up to get a ride. Not all of us can walk on water, remember.?

Rikudim opened his mouth in an O shape as if he was saying a long drawn out ?ohhhhh? sound. It made perfect sense, but why didn?t he ever catch on to things so quickly?

?Grae?s the only one I?m worried about,? Dogarta mumbled, ?He?s somewhere out in the middle of Africa.?

Rikudim thought about this for a moment. Africa was fairly far away from France and unless Grae had learned to fly during his sleep it would take a little while. Normally, Rikudim wouldn?t mind waiting, but he had just woken up from a very long sleep and desperately wanted to see the others.

?Tell ya? what. I?ll go fetch Grae and give him a lift to Azores, while you two wait for anyone else.? Rikudim said and starting stretching to prepare himself for another long run, ?Plus, I need to get back in shape.? He finished with a grin.

?Alright, see you in a while.? Dogarta replied and Malchius gave a nod of approval.

With that said and done, the Electricity Titan once again ran off at lightning speed. This time heading South towards the Sahara desert. [i]Why does he always have to be somewhere so damn hot?[/i][/color][/size]

[Sakura]

[COLOR=Navy]Taura felt something strange in the water as she swam, it was an animal, an otter swimming in the ocean, which was far from normal, but that animal then exited the water, re-entering as a dolphin. She grinned, there was only one person it could be.

[B]"These are my waters, Dogarta, good to know you're awake, which means the others should be too."[/B] she said to herself, pretending the Titan of Beasts was with her.

Taura wasn't tired at all as she popped her head above the surface of the water, she could see the shore of Spain from where she was and she sensed a few Titans that had already gathered there. She quickly made her way to the shore and climbed up to where she could sense the energies coming from. If people were to see her, they would think it was strange that her hair was damp, but the rest of her; clothes and body was completely dry as if she hadn't just emerged from the ocean. She felt one of the energies shoot away rapidly and saw a yellow spark go past, knowing immediately it was Rikudim, Titan of Electricity. As Taura rounded the corner she saw the other two Titans, Dogarta and Malchias. She beamed and ran up to them, the water dripped from her clothes.

[B]"Hey! Dogarta, you were in my water earlier, weren't you?"[/B] Taura grinned and hugged the large man.

[B]"I knew you'd find out about me."[/B] he chuckled.

[B]"Well its hard to not notice an otter in the ocean, let alone an otter that suddenly changed into a dolphin."[/B] she laughed, turning to the other man.

[B]"Malchias! I-I'm surprised to see you, I thought that you....Well it's great to see you again!"[/B] she hugged him tightly as well.

[B]"So, are we waiting for the others?"[/B]

[B]"Yeah, Rikudim's just gone to pick Grae up from the desert."[/B] Dogarta replied.

She nodded and combed her fingers through her hair, fixing it up. Even though she always wore a bikini beneath her clothes, she could never be bothered to actually strip off her upper layer, instead she'd just make it so that water wouldn't cling to her. It was unnatural, but she did it a lot because of her laziness; she could swim normally through the water as if her clothes took in water but when she emerged she would be completely dry besides her hair.

[B]"I guess we wait then, huh? I'll help in the ferrying across to Azores and I'll take off if anyone needs me to pick them up. Got news from anyone else yet?"[/B]

[B]"No, not yet, but we'll continue to wait for the others, then we'll see who needs help to cross over."[/B] Malchias said.

Taura nodded and sat down, crossing her legs as she waited patiently for the other Titans, she couldn't wait to see everyone, especially Isis who was close to her because of their similar elements, and Grae because of their strange friendship.[/COLOR]

[Blayze]

[size=1]Grae sensed a gathering of energy, and knew that other Titans had met up with each other. But he needed to find out where, otherwise he would not be able to get across the ocean to get to the Azores.

He sat down, and closed his eyes. Perhaps a little meditation would help him concentrate. He began to pass slowly into a trance-like state, and found his mind wandering a map of the world. He followed the gathering power, and it was heading to Europe...the Bay of Biscay!

He opened his eyes and smiled, knowing that he was going to see his friends again soon enough. But he would have a job getting there from here. How to get there?

Suddenly, a flash of yellow appeared, and stopped in front of him. Grae immediately knew who it was, from the voice.

[b]"You always had to go to the hot places, didn't you, Grae?" [/b]asked Rikudim, Titan of Lightning.

[b]"Hello, Rikudim," [/b]said Grae with a smile. He got to his feet, and the two Titans embraced like brothers.

[b]"It's been a long time," [/b]said Rikudim, [b]"I guess now we've got to head over to the Azores. I have to take you, as not many people can get there themselves. Dogarta and Malchias are almost there, they're just waiting for some others to turn up. And I think I saw Taura as I was leaving."

"Ah, it will be good to see them again. I've missed them all while I've been asleep," [/b]said the Fire Titan, unable to wipe the smile from his face. He was finally going to see his friends again!

[b]"Well, I guess we should get going. Dogarta didn't reckon you'd learnt how to fly while you've been asleep, so it looks like I'm taking you across the water."

"Dogarta shouldn't assume so much," [/b]said Grae with a devilish grin. He closed his eyes, and tried a little trick he had thought up in his sleep.

He gathered flames in his hands, literally pulling them from thin air, wrapping them all together in a huge sphere of flame, and then, when it was a decent size, he dropped it, allowing it to engulf his feet and the lower parts of his legs.

The flame gathered, and Rikudim watched on in awe as the flames swelled into a mushroom, and then exploded outwards, giving Grae enough upward thrust to send him flying into the air, a trail of brownish-red smoke following him closely.

[b]"That's a new trick," [/b]said Rikudim, and followed the trail, leading him a good distance across the desert before he found Grae again, standing on the floor, his feet smoking.

[b]"It takes a lot of concentration to keep me in the air for a long period of time. And it wears me out pretty damn quick. So I guess you'll have to take me the rest of the way," [/b]said Grae, slightly sheepishly.

[b]"Your wish is my command," [/b]replied Rikudim, grabbing the Fire Titan and speeding up, heading towards the Bay of Biscay once more. Grae relaxed and let his friend carry him in the slipstream, safe in the knowledge that he would soon be with his friends once more...
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[Disenchanted]

[COLOR=SeaGreen]Isis bounded her way across the oceans; she was very careful not to be seen by humans and so had to revert to diving into the water at times. Taura had taught her to swim well so there was no problem in that respect. Isis? mind wandered to thoughts of Grae occasionally but she pushed them from her mind. Jumping up and down from ice berg to ice berg became tiresome so she decided to skate her way. Isis was in fact quite adept in the art the humans now called ?figure skating?; she could even best the champions.

Making her way across the oceans at a moderate speed, Isis was nearing the Bay of Biscay. She had felt strong energies in that area and knew it to be where her fellow titans had gathered for the time being. The further south she went the warmer the temperature became. Isis smiled to her self as she came nearer her destination; it will be wonderful to see everyone again. As she moved around the coast on the horizon, her eye sight just made out figures. She increased her speed as she skated along the oceans. Isis was not creating a continuous line of frozen ice but rather un-freezing it behind her as she went. God only knew how the humans would react to a line of ice sitting in the middle of the Mediterranean.

Isis rapidly increased her speed as she came nearer and nearer the people gathered together. When she was just on their position she leapt up from the edge of the ocean and landed on her haunches. She stood with a wide grin on her face before her friends.

[B]?My fellow Titans, it had been a while!?[/B] They all smiled back at her. Isis embraced Taura as she stood, the two were great friends.[B] ?My dear Taura how have you been??[/B] Taura smiled and returned Isis? hug.

[B]?I?ve been rather good, well for the time I have been awake that is. It is good to see you again.? [/B] Isis nodded and also embraced Malchias and Dogarta.

[B]?It is wonderful to see you both again, especially you Malchias I was un-sure of your fate ?I wonder was Rikudim present??[/B] Isis briefly felt his energy before, [I]that boy just moves so damn fast[/I] she though. Malchias nodded at Isis? words.

[B]?He was but went to pick Grae up from the desert; he shouldn?t be long, as I was saying to Taura we will wait here un-till they arrive and any others that may find their way here.? [/B] Isis nodded and sat next to Taura on the sand, the four Titans talked amongst themselves as age old friends should as they waited.[/COLOR]

[Delta]

[COLOR=#656446]?And so the Titans trained their eyes to the blue-grey sea, towards the western horizon, each hoping to be the first to see the approach of their brothers and sister.

Suddenly, a loud revving interrupted the rhythmic lapping of the waves. To the Titans who?ve slept for countless years, the sound was both strange and enthralling, like the exotic roar of fantastic animal or a siren song that drew their attention. They looked to where the sound came from and found a strangely-dressed woman straddling what looked like a clump of silver pipes and plates on two wheels.

[b]?Ain?t really the best weather for sailing, yeah??[/b] shouted the newcomer. Two fingers went up to her temple and gave the company a small salute. She left the peculiar machine in the sand and walked towards them. Though her eyes were hidden under orange lenses, her grin was familiar and unmistakable.

Malchius? lips broke into a smile. [b]?Well I?ll be... How was your sleep, Lucia??[/b]

Lucia flipped her fair hair and sighed. [b]?It was just [i]grand[/i], Malchius.?[/b] Realizing that her voice gave off hints of weariness, she quickly grinned at the Titan of Time. He, in turn, grinned back and motioned her to the other Titans.

Taura and Isis, she both embraced and chatted with for a while. A good twenty minutes have passed (well, they [i]had[/i] a lot of things to talks about) before she was finally able to approach Dogarta.

The waves were up to his ankles but he didn?t seem to mind getting his feet wet. The Titan was gazing pensively at the sea, detached from everything else except, perhaps, his own thoughts. Lucia went to his side and cleared her throat. He seemed to notice her presence and yet, as if intent on making her linger in his silence, he didn?t utter a word.

Lucia took this as a sign to speak first. So she did. [b]?Dogar??

?It?s been far too long, Lucia. How fares the world??[/b]

His interruption was sudden but it didn?t surprise Lucia. After all, this was how a normal conversation between them proceeded. It amused her that they could talk as if none of his years in repose had transpired. She asked, [b]?My, my, Dogarta. Whatever happened to ?How are you, Lucia? and ?I see you?re doing well, Lucia???[/b].

To this, Dogarta could only reply with a chuckle. [/COLOR]

[Vicky]

[SIZE=1]"I would have thought I would be more excited to see everyone, but I'm more preoccupied with getting to the Azores. We should get going," said Dogarta, turning to look at the other Titans. "There are only a few who we have not seen, and I'm not sure about Tenor, he won't be able to get across the water by himself..." he trailed off into thought and smiled at Lucia.

"Well, maybe we should start moving along, and find some answers, no?"

Dogarta nodded slowly. He turned back to look at the others and walked towards them, kicking water off his boots. "I will be making my way across to the Azores for now, any one who wishes to follow may. Malchius, you have no way of getting across so now I offer you one. Will you join me?" he asked. Malchius merely nodded. "I don't mean to be the boss of you all, it's good too see you and I don't wish to ruin the moment, either, but I think it would be best if we started going across some time soon..." he trailed off and smiled. There was no need for him to carry on, though he didn't want to boss them around either. He nodded at each of them politely and smiled, then inclined his head for Malchius to follow him as he walked back to the shores.

"Such a journey calls for a marvellous beast to carry you both across," Dogarta said. He put an hand on Lucia's shoulder as he walked past her and grinned, then he began to walk into the water until it went up to his knees. That was slightly strange for Dogarta, seeing as he couldn't swim very well unless he was an animal. He dived in head first and disappeared beneath the waves, for quite awhile, in fact.

In only a few seconds the waves lifted up until gravity would allow it no more and the head of a reptile-like creature pushed its head through the waters. From it shoulders were wings, medium size, nothing spectacular really. The beast stood on its hind legs and looked somewhat like a miniature version of a tyrannosaurus rex, or something from myths. It was Dogarta as an extinct reptile, which he preferred to call a Draakvan-Himmel, although in some myths it was known as the baby dragon of the skies. Hardly anyone knew it from stories, the dragon's bones would decay shortly after death, but it was one of the few "dragons" Dogarta was capable of turning into. Small indeed, but big enough for two people to ride.

Dogarta turned around, kicking an awful lot of water up as he did so onto Malchius and Lucia. He came forward a little onto the shore and bent his neck forward, and invitation for them both to get on. Once they mounted him he looked over at the other two on shore and gave them what could have been called a grin. As Malchius was just getting on Dogarta turned around swiftly, almost knocking the Time Titan down, and raced into the waters. Salt water flicked into his eyes and slipped down his scales, possibly wetting his two friends, but for no longer. Even when it seemed he was going to swim he didn't, he took off.

[I]"Hold on..."[/I] Dogarta said to himself mentally. His wings weren't anything brilliant in looks but in reality the small dragon he had morphed into was a powerful swimmer and flyer. He had launched himself into the air at an unbelievable speed, so unbelievable he was afraid Lucia and Malchius would fall. He was even afraid of humans seeing him, though his fears slowly disappeared when he broke through the clouds and levelled out slowly.

The wind stopped being so violent higher in the sky and Dogarta straightened his wings out, gliding. He wanted to ask his friends how they were doing and if they hadn't fallen off, though he couldn't. Powerful in a small package, maybe, but the Draakvan was no speaker. Well, Dogarta had time to ask them anything he wanted when his mind was an ease in the Azores.

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[I]OOC: Sorry if it seems rushed ^_^;; bad day[/I][/SIZE]

[Ikillion]

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][SIZE=1][FONT=Comic Sans MS]It must have been where he was located or something along those lines because it did take Ixidor a while just to be able to move over the bay of Biscay. Soon afterwards he felt the presence of some other. Yet the feel of this energy was familiar and yet different at the same time. ? They made me go all the way almost across the world? Yet It must be worth it just to be able to see all of my brothers and sisters again.? Snickering slight Ixidor began to search around even more to find the source of which this feeling was coming from. It was just then when he had finally realized what it was, the reason this feeling felt so similar. It was because this was the feelings of those like himself! It was the titans! They must have been close and low and behold there they were just underneath him! Quickly Ixidor went down from the sky, increasing his body weight so that it seemed like there was a missile dropping out of the sky. He couldn?t help but smile as his male Kimono flapped violently behind him as he flew downwards. With a slow and masked thump he hit the ground and didn?t even leave that big of a crater? if he wanted to he could make it just so much worse?

[B]?My brothers and sisters!? [/B] Ixidor announced out loud before walking over a slight bit closer to the group. [B]?It feels like it has been over a millennia since we were last all together like this!?[/B] Such a feeling of happiness hasn?t crossed Ixidor?s mind in a long time. He was once again with the group of his brother and sisters. Such a thing he had though would be lost once they went to sleep for such a long time. Yet it was evident that was not the issue at had.

[B]?What is it that you are wearing exactly Ixidor?? [/B] Lucia asked with an air of question.
[B]?It was what they wore in my country before Iwent to sleep actually, yet I look so funny compared to the rest of you I should be embarrassed or something like that, ?s ok though I like to be different. ?[/B] That was certainly the truth, in his own way Ixidor prided in being such a different person than the rest of the titans. He took his individuality. Yet to even graze on the topic of his feelings for her was a subject that he had almost refused to even graze with the back of his mind. After a while of looking afterwards, Ixidor soon became slightly anxious, thinking that he had a surprise attack in store.

[B]?by the way, Where is Rikidim?? [/B] asked Ixidor [B]? I haven?t seen him try and court anyone lately?and he hasn?t tried to do something towards me that he would have to? regret after all of these years of isolation from each other.?[/B]

[B]?he went out to get Grae out in the Sahara desert? [/B] Isis responded smoothly and swiftly[B].? Well at least he would get some kind of a break from the craziness that Rikudim would have eventually given to him later on." [/B] Just a break now? maybe a nap or two, whatever it took to wait for the rest of the titans to slowly rejoin each other.[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

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[COLOR=#656446][b]?I wonder where the others are,?[/b] asked Malchius aloud. He and Lucia had taken up surveying the vast blue waters while they dried themselves under the fierce midday sun. Though the height at which they were extended their view far beyond the horizon, everything appeared much brighter than if they just skimmed above the water. Malchius had to shield his eyes while holding on to Dogarta, a feat which is not to be laughed at.

Lucia, on the other hand, didn?t mind the intense light. If anything, it elucidated everything below them: the reefs, the subtle shadows cast by underwater platforms, the little boats that dot the coast. Yes, the other Titans were in fact already with them; she kept this from her companion because she knows he would not be able to see them, with the sunlight on his eyes and all.

And that is also why she did not tell him about the gray patch of clouds she spotted in the west.

That gray patch elicited memories of that place buried deep within her conscience. Dark waves that surge so violently that only the strong can break through the capricious barrier unscathed. Mist so thick that even the sun at its zenith can only reveal small patches of the ruins that lay within. The ancient magicks that have kept this island shielded from mortal men were as strong today as when they were first cast. Centuries have passed since she had laid eyes on that spectacle and now it again loomed in the horizon.

[i]Can you see that, Dogarta?

Yes... It?s Atlantis.[/i]

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[b]OOC:[/b] Thought it's about time that the Titans got to Atlantis. Please, please PM me if I have to change something in this post.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Prince Van]

The group descended into Atlantis, they passed through the mist, it was surprisingly thin. Dogarta landed on one of the beaches, the two jumped off before he changed back into humanoid form.

The mountainous aquatic city of Atlantis was not that different from the last tiem that the titans had been there, it was pratically the same.Abandoned as it was thsoe hundreds of years ago.

"Do you remember the last time we were here?"Malchius asked.

"Yes."Both Lucia and Dogarta answered.

The architecture was unique, half of the city was submerged but dry, they were fantastically built but age had deteriated them, they were worn and desolate now, the group explored the abandoned city.

"Looks pratically the same."Dogarta said

"What does?" Malchius asked, Dogarta had a bad memory so it was unclear of what he actually meant.

"He means the city." Lucia answered.

"Yeh, I guess you're right, nothing changed...well except for that."Malchius said as he pointed to a building.

"How's it changed?" Dogarta asked.

"It wasn't there last time." both Malchius and Lucia answered.

As they approached cautiously the titans drew their weapons, unsure fo what inside, as they entered they found the interior perfectly intact which was impossible due to the affects of time, This seemed especially strange to the Titan of time, Malchius.As they moved through to the second chamber they found a great staircase leading up through the mountain the building was built into.

[Darth Vectis]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]Agramon and Aldian raced through the streets in the vehicle, they both felt the energy of their brothers and sisters was strong, then it started to fade. They both knew that it meant they were leaving for Atlantis, they quickly parked and jumped out of the car only to find the faint trail of Dogarta's dragon form. Agramon hit his hand against his head.
[B]
"Dammit! We missed them! Now we have to get their on our own."[/B] Aldian groaned. He patted Agramon on the shoulder and walked to teh shor of the lapping water.
[B]
"Its not that hard to get their, just gonna require a little more energy then we thought."[/B] Agramon sighed and nodded his head.
[B]
"Yup, i'll meet you there." [/B]Aldian looked back at him.
[B]
"Were not gonna use our bother together?"[/B] Agramon shook his head.
[B]
"It'll be easier if we travel alone, we'll just meet up their with the others."[/B] Aldian nodded.
[B]
"Alright buddy, see you there."[/B] Agramon hurried over to the largest shadow he could find, he found it from a large pile of rocks. He then put his back to the shadow and started to push it back into the rock formation, defining all natural law he build tension on the shadow making it into like a giant sling shot.

He did collect a small amount of shadows around him for the landing in the end, or if he didn't make it all the way he could float on something.He pushed back as far as his strength would let him and readied himself for the unusual trip to the lost city.
[B]
"This is gonna hurt like hell if I miss, don't miss."[/B] He brought his feet off the ground and the shadow launched him with enough G-force to crush the body of a mere mortal, but, he wasn't a mortal. He was a Titan, so, he didn't feel the G-forces as he flew through the air. He felt the wind rushing through his hair and whistleing past his ears.

He passed through the mist of Atlantis, loosing all sense of time he started to desended. The ground starting to come into view, his eyes widended as he slowly grew closer to the dirt.
[B]
"I knew this was gonna hurt."[/B] He crashed right into the dirt going at least two hundred miles and hour, smashing into the ground ans skidding. Bouncing occasionaly, Agramon groaned and moaned with each hit.

He slid until he hit a building every so lightly, he let out a loud groan and heard foot steps. He stood up and shook his head, opening his eyes to find three Titans walking up a stair way that lead to the top of some new building.
[B]
"Son of a bitch! Never again."[/B] He then remembered the shadows he had collected and punched the building.
[B]
"Stupid!"[/B] He drew the shadows and turned it into a staff, he movved to the bottom of the stiars and hit the butt of it on the ground, Dogarta, Malchius, and Lucia turned quickly in a defnesive position. They all sighed with relief after seeing it was just the Titan of Darkness. He bowed his head to them.
[B]
"Good to see you brothes and sister. It was hard as hell getting here, got the skid mark outside to prove it. Now, where did this building come from? It looks new." [/B]Malchius spoke up.

[B]"We have no idea right now, we were going to go see when you appeared. Good to know their is another Titan out here that can help us see where it came from."[/B] The three turned back up the stairs, Agramon split the staff in half and created two blades. Ready to see what created this new building, he followed close behind them.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Vicky]

[SIZE=1]Dogarta couldn't help but laugh at Agramon. He smiled at him and they continued their way up the stairs... though Dogarta didn't feel they had to.

Atlantis was familiar, but the place he was standing in wasn't. Dogarta's strong instincts told him there was something wrong, he didn't know if it was for the good or bad, though it didn't matter. He kenw not to walk into terrority with a sinking feeling inside him, even the Titans weren't indestructable.

"We shouldn't go up here," Dogarta said, stopping. The three Titans looked back at him, and he just shook his head. "No, we need to wait for the other Titans, we don't know what this is and it could be dangerous by ourselves. We should wait for the others, in case we need them." He started to back away from them and back down the stairway, inclining his head for them to follow. Malchius looked back up the stairs suspiciously before putting away his sword.

The sand outside was dry and untouched for centuries, yet at the same time it was refreshing for Dogarta. He was sitting, gazing across the ocean and running his hand through the sand. Malchius, Agramon and Lucia were stood up, Dogarta didn't want to stand, he was a little tired from the travelling. He scooped up some sand in his hand and poured it over Malchius' shoe. Malchius gave him a strange look, Dogarta replied with a grin.

"I spy a Titan or two over there." Lucia said, pointing across to the shores. Dogarta stood up, squinted, and smiled.

"That you do... I wonder..." he mused. Dogarta merely smiled at them, and waved, even though he didn't know which Titans they might have been. "It will be so great to see everyone again... I mean all of them, stood here... defending humanity will be refreshing."

Malchius nodded, "I know."

Lucia didn't reply.

"I hope Aldian realises we're not inside anymore..." Agramon said. He continued when Dogarta raised an eyebrow at him. "We were both heading towards you, we missed you landing. I wondered why we didn't see him on the way down. I hope he'll be here soon, anyway." He sat down when Dogarta did, and Dogarta wondered where Aldian could have been, too. And the other Titan's, at that.

Patients was all it would take for the Titans to meet once again. Perhaps it wouldn't take long for them to be together as bothers and sisters again. Though what evil they would face was unknown, but he did feel as if the halls and buildings in the mountains held the knowledge they needed. Well, Dogarta would have to wait.

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[I]OOC: Hopefully in your next post you will all be able to make it to Atlantis, White your character could possibly make it across by using the rocks like Terra from Teen Titans. Edited my post as well, so it may seem a little messed up. Sorry Sin.[/SIZE][/I]

[KKC]

[color=darkorange]Rikudim tore across the continent while the Fire Titan, Grae, desperately clinged to his shoulders, not wanting to fall during the ride. They had just now reached the ocean and Rikudim once again flew across the water as if it were solid ground.

"Ack!" Grae exclaimed, letting out a choking sound, "I think I swallowed a bug!" He gasped as the Electric Titan continued to run.

"I told you to keep your mouth closed!" Rikudim yelled to him, trying not to laugh.

They soon approached the foggy clouds of Atlantis and they could feel the others their waiting for them. Rikudim sped into the fog and was suddenly blinded by the white clouds that surrounded the hidden city. The titan started to slow down, not completely sure what was in front of him. Grae held his arm out and it ignited in flames, casting enough light so Rikudim could see 20 feet ahead.
A dark shape started to form through the white clouds and they both knew it was the lost city. The city where they could finally meet up with everyone.

"Hang on!" Rikudim yelled and added started to go faster, so fast that the fog started to spread away from his body. Grae clung on as they ripped out of the fog and onto the beach, creating a miniature sand storm. Rikudim let the Fire Titan down while the dust started to clear.

Grae knelt down on his knees and started to kiss the beach, "Thank God! I'm alive!" He then started to laugh loudly and gave his fellow titan a playful shove.

"Hey, my driving isn?t that bad!" Rikudim replied and poked Grea with his elbow.

?Hey, save it for when Ixidor gets here.? A grinning Dogarta said as he and the other titans came to welcome them to Atlantis.
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[Disenchanted]

[COLOR=RoyalBlue]Isis glided across the waves once more with Taura by her side. They moved with swift speed over the oceans, it was just like old times. She found herself confronted by a strange sense of déjà vu as they approached the island. The two Titans passed through a wall of strange fog as they finally reached the shores of Atlantis. They could see the other gathered there on the beach, as they got closer Isis recognized that Rikudim and Grae had finally joined them.

Reaching the beach Isis and Taura joined their fellow titans for a second time that day; Isis greeted Rikudim, Agramon and Grae with a hug.

[B]?It is good to see you all again? [/B] She smiled at them and turned to look at Atlantis, Indeed something about it seamed strange to her. She realized that one of the buildings didn?t not belong there?the last time she had been here?it defiantly wasn?t there?

Isis sat amongst them, not saying anything as they conversed with one another. Something to her about each of them was perhaps a little different. She smiled to herself as she realized that she had reverted to her old ways sooner than she would have thought after waking up. Isis stretched out and lay back on the sand, her head supported by her hands, she looked over at Grae and then at the Ocean masked by Fog. [/COLOR]
[COLOR=Red]OOC:Apologies for the shortness of the post I got writers block half way through. [/COLOR] :animedepr