OOC: Sorry for the short post. I did not sleep well last night, so I'm a zombie.

IC:
Raidon Makoto
Corporeally: War Room, AMS Deathwing, Mirage Island, Hoenn
Spiritually: The Black Lodge
Affected RPers: Neo Emolga, bronislav84, and Tazz

They just kept coming and coming. Diablos fell and gave way to even more twisted horrors: the Fallen. To the naked eye, they looked only like wisps of shadows, but as one stared into the vast expanse of their soul, one's mind flashed full of pure sin. They were more just than monsters, they were symbols of all atrocity committed past, present, future, and in parallel dimensions. Diabora's laughter rumbled throughout the room as the Shadows swarmed the tired Raidon Makoto. He struck one with his swords, but the shadow remained stalwart and continued to advance, completely ignoring the blow. Try as he could, he couldn't stop the beings of pure nightmare from surrounding him with sin. Their bodies resembled grew arms, eyes, and tongues in places they didn't belong, as the edges of their shadows turned into razor sharp arms. The shadows began to lick Makoto, tasting him before taking a bite.

<Raidon, this is a dream, remember!> a voice screamed into his heard. Makoto was surrounded by a flash of fire, warding off the Fallen long enough for it to continue. <And what is the only thing you can't do in a dream?>

Die, Makoto thought. Thinking quickly, he grabbed his blade and cut his stomach open, committing seppuku like the Samurai Warlords of days past. The topical pain was quickly supplanted by the phantasmagoria of the dream breaking. The dread lord of the Deathwing came to in the War Room of the AMS Deathwing. Noah Ashfield and a member from Hale's skunkworks (Makoto believed it was a scientist named Dr. Prop) were violently shaking the bodies of Makoto and his Captains, trying to wake them from the dream.

Hale came to first after Makoto, "Ugh. Why does my fucking face hurt?" Lando and Reynolds soon followed. Groggily, the dread lord wiped the sleep from his eyes and looked down at his hands--they were normal. When the dream broke, he lost his Burst with Celebi. In one of the chairs, the Chronarch still laid asleep. Makoto brushed his hand over its hand and realized that it wasn't still locked in the nightmare--it was just all tuckered out.

We'll resolve this later. I gave you a lot to think about, he thought. And I need to figure out who that voice was...

"Captain Ashfield, priority number one right now is stopping Diabora. This incident has proven him too powerful to exist. He questions my stranglehold on Hoenn and eventually all of Maridia. As such, we will use whatever means necessary to wipe his scum from the face of this planet. Is this clear?"