Utopia Under The Waves

”Leave it to him to have a way out of a situation, running away was always his forte.” The Mistress muttered with a roll of her eyes then turning attention to the two males that remained within the room, completely ignoring the female that was now huddled up on the ground. ”I have plenty for use for you.” She said with a smirk, flicking a finger and releasing a small blade of blade one that was meant just to create a small nick upon his cheek. ”You and that blood of yours.” She would proceed to explain simply examining the small amount of black flow from his cheek. ”As for him, i'm sure I could think of something.” Alexanders eyes would wander to the strange apertures at the ends of her fingers, one that seemed to form small vials that lead into syringes, each filled with a different covered substance. ”Now its time I capture my precious subjects.” She muttered with a smirk as tendrils of blood would rise from her arms.

Matt glared as the man vanished. The woman would say something about the man running being his forte or something to that effect. Matt could only chuckle. "Yeah. Even ran from his own family." Matt said, bitterness saturating his voice as he began to seethe with a heavy breathing as he looked back to the Mistresss. She did her little spiel about wanting his blood. Nothin' new there. Bitches be thirsty for that blood. He thought as he rubbed his cheek. She said about Alexander and that was when he shut himself off for a moment. He looked to Alex and smirked. He winked to Alex as if trying to in some discrete way tell him that he had the situation under control.
 
  He didn't. But that was beside the point. Things always went better when they had something or someone to believe in. He looked to the woman's hands. They were covered in these like...Syringe gloves. He shuddered as his eyes flashed a brilliant blue. She wanted the blood? Well she can't have it. Yamm had awoken. He teleported through his Divinity, appearing right behind the woman, grasping her throat and slamming her into the wall. His own body morphing, tendrils forming to combat her own. (Chaos Control Allocation: *6 Fighting Skills* *2 Durability* *2 Strength*) His entire body began to glow as a new outfit of an entirely different variety appeared on him. The cloak altered and the bloody red garps transformed into a long black cloak with the symbol of the Maelstrom glowing with Quintessence energy.
 
   "Such a remarkable creature." Yamm said, the tinge of irony would likely be made quite clear to the Mistress. He squeezed her neck a little and chuckled."Look... IT reacts." His body cloaked by the quintessence energy (Origin Manipulation armor) "This creature's name...is Matthew...Sin... and Yamm." He said before vanishing and reappearing beside Alexander. He summoned forth his soul claws, three katana to each hand. One blade on each covered in the mists that smelled of the ocean. One blade sparked alive with the lightning of his Quintessence energy, and the final blade a black blade of chaos.
 
  "The only thing you can still claim is your life...if you run." He said as he placed the left claw across Alex, blocking him from the mistress, his eyes fixated on the mistress and his eldritch existence radiating into the region around, allowing him to know his entire area, as if it were his own heartbeat. Intrigued to finally be facing the woman who captured him in his solemn hour.

Alexander could only really watch the display that was happening before him, eyes widened slightly as he stood there, Matthew slamming the female against the wall with considerable force and for a moment he saw surprise within her eyes. This display only took a moment, and then he was back at Alexanders side, woman sliding down against the wall with eyes still fixed upon the dragon. ”I see.” The Mistress muttered lowly, followed by a low smirk that played along her lips and fierce green eyes that looked up to the one that had pressed her against the wall only seconds ago. ”How you speak suggests that you could take my life.” She would say rising to her feet, tendrils of blood forming and helping the female up. ”However you see, here I have all of the power and you have none.” One of these tendrils would shoot out, wrapping onto the female that had fallen unconscious only moments ago.

This tendril of blood would bring the body closer to her, as one syringe tipped finger would hover over her prone form. ”I'll have to punish you and your friend, Matthew. For being disobedient children.” The metallic syringe would break through both the suit and skin, as blood would seep through the section connected to her finger, and mix with the chemical. It would turn an ugly black color, and  then enter the females body, all a fluid motion. ”Now my darling daughter, why don't you show these fine gentleman a good time?” The tendril would release her and let the body fall to the ground, convulsing madly as her shadow would begin to morph, flowing over her body and then wrapping tightly around it as the sound of bones snapping could be heard. No screams would come from her, and her face did not contort in pain as the shadows covered even that, followed by the eyes.

Slowly it would begin to rise to its feet, back producing tendrils that would hold it up, as a mouth filled with sharp teeth would smile at Yamm. ”Sorry to disappoint, but you haven't kept me around long enough.” It would say with a wicked grin as the arms would form into rending claws and a tail would form from where the tailbone was. With a rapid motion the claws would extand, aiming to slice Yamm and Alex into pieces.

Grid:

"I have no power? Look at yourself, how audacious can you be?" Matt/Yamm asked as he looked to the woman. She then did her little trick and generated the shadow creature again, leaving Yamm just to roll his eyes. The shadow said something irrelevant and lashed out Yamm closed his eyes. He felt his mind open. He felt a whole new power, yet one so familiar to his heart. He felt everyone, everything within the oceans, heard every sailor's song, felt every fish swim, he felt every last ounce of ocean as if it were his own body, and for the first time in perhaps his entire life.. Matthew felt...complete. His eyes opened a brilliant blue, he felt a desire to protect Alexander, and so... he did. His hand opened as he reached back and placed the hand on Alex's head, sending a shock of benevolent quintessence energy, lighting him up like a Christmas tree before the "spark" settled within his mind, within his eyes. A selection or an "election" so to speak, a blessing upon Alex, granting him Yamm's command over others who looked within his eyes, the ability to project images with his mind through his eyes, and a mind that had been unlocked to the understandings of the occult. Granted there was no actual transferal of knowledge, but there were no longer nay limitations to the mind of his chosen friend.

In addition to this blessing, Alexander would glow brightly, enough to stay the tendrils off him and to perhaps even repulse the light, as Matthew had imbued part of his power within him, turning him into a walking weapon. (Origin Manipulation: Alexander) Yamm himself teleported himself out of direct harm's way as he sought out the woman's weaknesses. Her pride was one that was large enough for an Old God, but it was so unfitting in such a pathetic primate. He reappeared and held out a hand, creating a bottle of water with his conjuration power. (Quintessence Conjuration: CD 2 posts after this one.) He then looked to the woman and scoffed as if he were unimpressed. "I have no power here? DO you even know what I am? I'm the Dragon King...The Old God....The Primordial of Chaos... all of these things. But above all?" He asked, voice trailing off as he looked up at the shadow creature. He looked back down to the Mistress and the girl, unamused and stoic in appearance.

"I'm the God of the Oceans and Seas..." He enlightened her to this (Chaos Control +10 Ability Quintessence charged Water Manipulation). There was a loud groaning from behind them, all around them even. It sounded like a rocky ship was being tossed and creaking with metal starting to rock. The shadow was interrupted a hole blown through it as glowing, sparking quintessence filled oceanic water flooded in the room. With the glow it was revealed that the groaning had been none other than Yamm's dominion assaulting the man-made utopia. Rivets popped out and fired out as water poured in to this section of the under-water city and this section alone. Once there was water up to their mid-shins (Yamm's mid shin anyway) he held out his hand and halted the water form invading anymore. He didn't smile, he didn't smirk or taunt. He had made it clear to the mistress... The oceans? The Oceans were HIS realm... and no pathetic force of man could stop him.

"Welcome to my domain, Mistress." He finally would say as the water began to spark, not harming those simply standing in it, but still glowing as brightly as Alexander. Yamm couldn't help but think of the symbolism here. The Shadow above, the light below... it was almost as Yin and Yang...

Alexanders eyes fell upon the tendrils, reaching from the hand of the shadow monster, stretching out at a speed that was perhaps too fast for him to follow, but Matthew was another story it seemed. He was expecting something to happen, yet what had happened was the least expected of things, a hand placing upon him and within an instant he felt something. An unknown spark passing through him, and within that instant everything seemed to change, slowing down and then it was as if everything had opened up within an instant. Everything slowed down, for an instant everything seemed open and everything was apparent. The shadowy tendrils were moving so painfully slow, almost crawling towards him as the light radiated from his person and the darkness would begin to fade. Like paper it would crumple, burning and retreating back to the body that had spawned it, gripping onto its now mangled fingers as black blood spurted from them.

He had seen it all happen as if it were going so slow, watching every excruciating detail and memorizing each one of them. Something had been done to him, but it seemed more like...a blessing more than a curse really. It was then that he fell into his mind, considering so many things, but nothing really came together to explain what the hell was going on now. When he turned his attention from within himself, the sounds of the rivets popping was what caught his attention, metal breaking and giving way to an immense water pressure that would break through and begin to fill the room. It was a water that sparked with a strange energy, a few bits crackling upwards near him and brightly illuminating the room.

The creature would begin to let out an ear piercing screech, the shadows along the female form beginning to melt, fading away until it left only the unconscious form. The Mistress frowned lightly, placing the syringe tipped hands upon her hips, yet in a way that her flesh was not pierced, looking from him to Matthew/Yamm. 'A shame. You broke my toy.” She noted with a shrug, lifting the hands into the air with the gesture and then looking to Alexander again, curious of the glow that surrounded him. ”Hmmmm very well.” A small smirk formed upon her lips, as if even now she had some kind of upper hand within the situation, as if even within the domain of a god she had some leeway. She would reach towards a small loop upon her right leg, removing a small key then tossing it to Alexander though it landed within the water. ”Take it, might serve you.” She noted with a smirk, Alexander looking at the strange metal key with a single button upon it. Reaching down he would take it, examining it while The Mistress did  her own thing.

”Till we meet again, Primordial.” Within an instant her body would become a glowing golden dust and she was gone.

"You get jo fire-headed dumbas outta my oceans. It's Mah house!" Matt said, hitting his chest with a closed fist and chuckling a little, the typical playful nature of the Chaotic Old-God seeping through...or maybe it was just Matt. The water dimmed, and moved the unconscious girl over to Matt a he examined her. Contemplating what to do with her. She was a threat, and that arrogant shadow bastard was something that seemed to be of annoyance. If she could become that again...then there was an issue. Matt reached out his hand, the veins began to glow a bright blue as his other hand fired out and crippled the woman's shoulder. He ripped her up out of the water and his glowing hand seemed to creep around, like a cobra ready to strike at the lopsided head.

"I raised you better..." A familiar voice echoed. Yam's glowing eyes piercing the dim-lit and paling colored area. The eyes shifted. They went left, then right, then left and right...then they rested upon the woman. ?His hand snapped down like a cobera and a flash of light escaped form her eyes, her mouth, her ears and her body was illuminated. Matthew let her go and she was carried, by the water to a table ad laid out on the desk. Her body, any and all wounds were healed, there were no traces on her of any damage...and she breathed normally. Matthew turned back to look for the source of the voice.

"Running out on me again?" He asked.
"It is something I must do... I'm sure I will be seeing one of you again...perhaps with the spirits...or in the sky." was all that was heard, and the presence left. Leaving Matthew alone...again. His eyes stopped glowing and his eyes watered, tears fell but he didn't sob or weep. He just looked around. He rubbed his eye with a forearm and then looked to Alex.

"What now?" He asked, defaulting to Alex for an answer.

The Mistress had retreated, but it was with her retreat that he was left alone in this room with Matthew who had said something about this being his house, though that did coincide with his being the god of the ocean, so nothing new there really. With that done Alexander would let his gaze move towards the female that had fallen unconscious within the glowing water, the shadow melting away from her flesh though he had wondered how long one could keep the monster within her away before it returned. He would then turn towards the unconscious female, and for a moment Alexander wondered if he would kill her. Did he care if his friend did something like that? Alright, Alexander would have cared, but she did harbor some manner of shadow demon, so there was some leeway with that really.

His fingers would run over the key that The Mistress had tossed to him, looking to it and then to Matthew with a minute amount of curiosity. What did the button do, and would he gain anything of pressing upon it, or would he find himself in a greater danger upon doing so than they already were. His mind would run over so many possibilities, but in the end there was no reason to really hesitate, considering that there was nothing to really lose and something about the device was drawing him. Matthew would speak up, likely addressing him, asking what they would do now. He would not answer with a word, as his muscles within his thumb would spasm it seemed, and it was enough to apply pressure on the button. A bright energy would resonate from the center of the key, as what seemed to be a small energy field would radiate from the object and spread out, touching Matt as well, and within an instant he was somewhere else.

Where they stood now was a strange room, walls covered in panels and with only one exit, and in the center what one would call a core. It radiated a similar light as the key did upon activation and it was this sensation that brought back a familiar feeling, one that he felt upon being called, a low humming that this core was creating. ”I think this might be the thing that called us here, or atleast to the bathysphere.” Alexander noted walking over to one of the panels and began to analyse it. ”I think if he figure this out, we could get home.” His eyes would scan over the letters, ones that were actually in english, mind running over and slowly figuring out the thing before him. Some things were not in english, but they were in a language that he had studied once, if not out of boredom.

”Alright, all I need to do is.....” He hummed and experimentally pressed something, as the core would begin to glow and create a low hum.

It was a flash of light, the ground began to crack. Yamm moved his waters aside to see techno-scarring, little straight lines lighting on the ground an stretching outwards like cracks. Matt, Yamm, placed a hand on Alex as if he were ready to mve away or something, but then it happened. Another flash of light and then...nothing. They were gone. Returned to their own devices, regardless if they had gone, and reappeared together, or if they were separated. The first thing Yamm was going to do was find Alex, try and figure out what that thing did and what those marks were on the ground. The problem being, once he knew Alex was fine, he no longer even wanted to ask those questions...if not because he knew how awkward it must have felt.

His blessing was something to check up on though, how was it settling, was it eating away the kid's life force? Was it destroying the body being burned or decomposed sporadically? Were his eyes transformed into portals to Seppam, or the Dragon Doom Dimension? How was he mentally handling this a well? So many questions, so little time. If he did have the chance though, before it was all over he had his one, final question. "Are you okay?"

Alexanders figners would begin to glide over the keys of the console, almost as if possesed by a force beyond his control, tapping rapidly as the machine would begin to hum louder. He was vaguely aware of Matt speaking to him, asking if he was okay and the male would not answer for a moment as the machine began to hum louder. 'I'm perfectly fine.” Alexander answered almost noncommittally, fingers running over a last few keys and within an instant it seemed that he was done. A bright light would flash through the area, and within an instant they were gone, appearing within a small park on Los Angeles, not too far from where he lived actually. It was night, and the park itself was empty, leaving them alone standing within it. ”Wow, so that actually worked.” He muttered turning towards Matthew and examining him, as if curious if the travel had done some kind of damage to him.

A low breeze blew across his cheek, causing Alexander to shudder lightly, and his mind was already running over everything that had happened before, feeling over the shadow cut on his cheek, one that was beginning to clot, and the drying blood trail that was flowing down his cheek. He rubbed the bridge of his nose next, shaking his head as his head began to ache some. It seemed that having ones mind unlocked was strenuous.