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A formless power had woken up in a strange dark place, finding it's self unable to move, trapped within something, some sort of glass? No. Stone? Crystal?
"Quartz."
A raspy yet feminine voice spoke from the darkness and drew nearer.
He looked around him as best as he could until he caught sight of her. The Witch, she had to have been one. What other explanation for this situation was there?
She turned a deft hand to an insanely bright desk lamp and with a flick of a wrist, turned it on, right in it's face.
"GAH! The hell is wrong with you? Who are you? What do you plan to do to me? Where am I?!
She moved into the light, She was a slight, pale, young woman whom on first glance could have been mistaken for a teen yet. This was not so, however, merely a trick of short stature and some sort of genetic miracle that caused father time himself to give pause and be kind to her visage. Her hair and eyes were the same color, a somewhat light copper hue.
She suddenly glared in the crystals direction.
Though somewhat shielded by eyeglasses, keen copper eyes bore into the crystal. It could have sworn those eyes flashed red for a split second. The room grew insufferably hot and unbearably cold all in an instant.
"I can hear your internal monologue, ASS. I'll have you know I'm only twenty five in years and all of that fluff about "Genetic miracles" and "Father Time giving pause" and taking pity on my face will not help your situation. Furthermore; I may be short, but YOU SIR are far from tall."
The atmosphere cleared after her statement. After a long pause she spoke again, something like an incantation? No one could be sure.
Hey there little guy.
It's decided; You're Crystal Cry.
I'll shape you proper...
...and make you shine.
And send you off to someone kind.
She sunk into the darkness again, though left the light on. Smaller voices filled the air after she had left the room, closing the door behind her.
A small Agate, shaped into the rough form of a bird and a labradorite formed more carefully into something of a half-moon. their voices were small and weak, barely above a whisper.....
"h....Help........us.....help.....usssss..."
Cry Guy is (C) Cry ( Chaoticmonkey) ( aka Cryaotic)
Work is (C) me and Cry already knows I'm making this so it's okay.
"Quartz."
A raspy yet feminine voice spoke from the darkness and drew nearer.
He looked around him as best as he could until he caught sight of her. The Witch, she had to have been one. What other explanation for this situation was there?
She turned a deft hand to an insanely bright desk lamp and with a flick of a wrist, turned it on, right in it's face.
"GAH! The hell is wrong with you? Who are you? What do you plan to do to me? Where am I?!
She moved into the light, She was a slight, pale, young woman whom on first glance could have been mistaken for a teen yet. This was not so, however, merely a trick of short stature and some sort of genetic miracle that caused father time himself to give pause and be kind to her visage. Her hair and eyes were the same color, a somewhat light copper hue.
She suddenly glared in the crystals direction.
Though somewhat shielded by eyeglasses, keen copper eyes bore into the crystal. It could have sworn those eyes flashed red for a split second. The room grew insufferably hot and unbearably cold all in an instant.
"I can hear your internal monologue, ASS. I'll have you know I'm only twenty five in years and all of that fluff about "Genetic miracles" and "Father Time giving pause" and taking pity on my face will not help your situation. Furthermore; I may be short, but YOU SIR are far from tall."
The atmosphere cleared after her statement. After a long pause she spoke again, something like an incantation? No one could be sure.
Hey there little guy.
It's decided; You're Crystal Cry.
I'll shape you proper...
...and make you shine.
And send you off to someone kind.
She sunk into the darkness again, though left the light on. Smaller voices filled the air after she had left the room, closing the door behind her.
A small Agate, shaped into the rough form of a bird and a labradorite formed more carefully into something of a half-moon. their voices were small and weak, barely above a whisper.....
"h....Help........us.....help.....usssss..."
Cry Guy is (C) Cry ( Chaoticmonkey) ( aka Cryaotic)
Work is (C) me and Cry already knows I'm making this so it's okay.
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