Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190627101923/@comment-30014014-20190731043848

Thus did the sphere crack and wither. Of light and radiance...

And then did the tetrahedron crush and swell with itself. Of shadow and disgrace...

Empty shells, the both of them, revealed as they crash on the inexistant floor of this place.

Then did one re-appear. Then did the other join in existence. This time, smaller. Denser. Concentrated. Coloring.

The sphere opens up in itself, revealing hovering pieces of its constitution, now taking on the shade of a bright and lustruous pink by a tide of ether.

The tetrahedron cracks and buckles in the ame way its cousin did, revealing pieces distant, yet bound pieces of itself by filaments, washed in the deep and dark purple.

Only now, a hand on each. Then, another. Feet. Legs. Torsos. All brought to life by the shimmering devises, the sentience departing them, to act as a focus on the back of the gemini.

One of them, painted in pink like his sphere conunterpart. The lustruous. The gentle.The brightness. His mask, an expression of serenity, His arms and legs, wrists and feet, sheated in a magistral's armor, smooth and ornate taken in parchements of silver. BY his side, rests gemini pistols in the same ocular style as their wearer.

The other, shaded in an ocean depth of purple, a mimic to his tetrehedron. The violent, the hateful, the darkness. His mask is that of a screeching demon, horned and thorned. His limbs, punctured and shieled by jagged ends, bronze in the finish. HIs arms reveal malevolent-looking blades etched on his gauntlets with promises to be more than what they seem.

"How long as it been..." The bright's voice booms a perpetual echo "...since we became two? Two, anchored in reality To see the fabric of space. To feel the course of time. Ohh, how long have I longed to feel it all...

"Yea! Think of all the things we can kill! Like this reprobate over here!" The dark's tone is distorted, scornful and twisted "Hey princess! WHat happened to this whole 'make everything me' stick you had up your fecal end?! What happened to all that stupid-ass bravado, huh?! Can't stomach the end?! Afraid you'll screw up like you discount jobbers we meet wiht no end! If that's the case, then, you're in the wrong business, kid!"

With no more, tha dark already twists the area around him, his palms, forcefully cutting scraps of her empty plane to convert it to something else...