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Subject:  Re: Gabrielle's venture to the Gods 
Date:  7/9/2004 11:25 PM Central Daylight Time 
From:  Angelic Justicar 
MsgId:  <20040710002523.19120.00079087@mbs-r01.aol.com> 
 




      ::It was there as he lay on the ground that he felt the essence of each swirl within the toreent of his unconsious mind. Slowly, each revelation was made apprant to him. As he heard the words of the Angelic queen ring into his consciousness, the unveiling twist of golden laced hues of almond slowly began to open. Though the physical was clear. At this point he ahd shifted to a different plane of vision and sight, leaving the flesh merely to represent what occured in the mind. For he coudl see thim and took his focus to the her and the area around them in his periferal vision, feeding on each image before his smile grew bit by bit and second by second. His eyes closed, feeding on the intelligence and comprehension as they both were set in their places amongst the heavens. It was in that clarity that his smile was resumed his hope bolstered with each word being bestowed to him again. In that his body seemed to jerk a moment, feeling the compliation begin to fuse before him. THe blood that he had given, tempering the material. The fire beingof his soul being bolstered and amplified with both the fires of heaven and the clarity of pure holy light and fire and electricty from the highest of heavens. Each shift of energy of forces were sent into the very essence of the weapon. The basis of kinetic and potential energy  as each cell of his body was given unto the creation of the weapon that would be a living extnesion of his growth, his body and his soul... before him the full staff owas materialized, harnessed from the core of his soul and the blackened matter that created all angelic and demonic wing, swirling into the compliation of diamond density before him. The staff, centered within the cleft of his right palm held a brand of ruby for each "R" set within his name,  Leaving the kiss of pure fire, hellfire, and angelic flame alternating in an opalescent sheen against his touch. Just as the tones of it's orientation turned so did the powers that they shared. First the fire burnign int he orange and red blend of what poured before the stones, that revealed themselves to spell his entire name. A pure white,  shifting with a topaz green that formed the Ramon Rubato Rivera throughout the entire engraving. Yet upon it's completion it took a full shift in ethe entire name, to form a pure gold and white light charged with a black electric pulse that shot into his body knitting with his very soul as the materialization of the 4 foot quaterstaff was completed. 

        As he awakened he waited for the world to become fluid and clear, focusing his eyes and the rest of hsi body formt he full day's recouperation that his body ahd come into throughout the process of hsi staff's creation. Yet hsi smile only grew as he ltierally felt the weapon begin to stirr his body and hsi blood, shi very soul with the resonation of it's power. The chain of connectivity snapped through him in a black electric current, shifting color to white upon his awakening,  channiling over each finger and bicept muscle and cappilary, only to leade him in a slow edging stance like an elder rising against his trusty cane.  With the ascention of the five foot eleven Justicar, his smile rose like the new dawn. An awakening that he ahd been awaiting for a time that had been unknown to tap into what he had saught his entire life. Or so he hoped.  Yet with that in mind, before he woudl ascend, he took a look at his surroundings. Heiroglyphs.  Anubial facets and likenesses.He was still within the temple. Yet he steadied himself as the slow focus of his footsteps were sent out amongst the walls of the summons, leading hsi way towards the exit. With the kiss of the saharan sun giving the radiant lining to the passageway, he trod into the desert land to begin hsi first attempts with the staff. he knew well gabrielle was busy at the time and set to work on his task personally.::



      ::Within the span of the next day he began to look along the saharan sands. Finding a fifty foot area to begin his personal trainign with the cast of the weaponry. For this he began with the first task. A chain lightnign summong harnessing the focus of hsi new weapon. he shifted into a back stepped stance, locking his legs in a slight crouch to keep ont he balls of hsi feet so that agile movement woudl be made. Yet in this he focused hsi thougths to the subtle shifts of the neergy he'd seek to harness. Fromt he very particles of silicon below him he began foeeeding the enebits and pieces to energize them with the purity of his will, feeding the emotional drive for more like a typhoon to charge the particles below in vibrant snaps against the ridge of his body in the culmination of two chain lightning spells locked into his legs Each charge built upon itself, as he visualized it, leaving the particles to acclerate about him. He first saw the lightning coiling about his legs , shooting up his body to his hips as a living conduit of the power.  each second that passed layering it upon itself, doubling in the intensity that he saught. with this, he began a fluid motion. His right foot, which had been back, he sent into a sweeping kick up into the air as he leaned forward, aligning his body perfectly erect, adding his staff to seal against the outside of his leg, sendign the full charge into the staff's core, before turning about, and glidign the staff straight across the small of his back, leaving the power that had been quelling in his arms and his bicepts to send their own joules of power into the center to channel another duet of chain lightnign into it's midst, leaving the staff locke dina  purified gold tint along each of the letters to recongize the power that ahd been absorbed and with the final motion he brought his foot back around, catching the staff with his right hand, across the front of hsi body, to spin it off between each of his fingertips and switch it to his other hand, using the same rotational rush that most generators saught to channel and harness the power of megawatts into their midst. here he let the lightnign sit and wait.. All know that as electricity flows it builds upon itself. each second that passed he jused a fraction of the highly densed weapon to pull particles from it, losing a extremely thin layer of it to amplify the power of the bolt. .  In this concurrently spinning field the charged particles formed an EM pulse around his frame like a pure electrical force field...a particle field, leaving his eyes teeming with a purified gold lock before he stepped forward leading with a final pose, to seal both palms against the center of the staff and snapped it forward to channel the entire gust of power into one booming Sonic rush of pure electrical power searing a wave of fusing heat like a forged lightning bolt across the desert, to test his weapons first capablity... Wielding the first element, the beginning of potent comprehension.  Yet little did he know, as much as the weapon was a part of him, he, was a part of it. Control enacted upon it, could well be wielded to harness him. Yet with the care and assistance of the Gods. The vital point would be learned soon enough.::  



(To be continued....)