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[[!meta title="Aricil Deyan'za"]]
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[[!sidebar content="""
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[[!template
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id=iboxperson
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colorbg=#a09dfa
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name="Aricil Deyan'za"
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image="/xevv/images/aricild.png"
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first="[[Lithium|stories/lithium]]"
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nickname=Ari
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gender="N/A"
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class="Dark Lord"
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height=18.7]]
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"""]]
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actually having multiple personalities is pretty normal tbh idk about it
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bending reality though that's probably not normal
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# Lithium Backstory
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> Her face darkens. Aricil can tell that she will strike him, and that there's
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> no escape from her attack. He braces for the blow, despite the futiliy of
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> doing so.
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>
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> The flash of electricity stuns him – completely incapacitated by her immense
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> flurry of strikes. By the time he comes to, she's already gone like the wind.
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>
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> Without a word, he gets up. His body sustained the damage superbly, though
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> his feelings are still hurt by the action. The Dimension Driver stands tall
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> before him, as he considers what to do. His sister has vanished to a location
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> unknown to all the world, a place possibly unconnected to even the concept of
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> time.
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>
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> Aricil retrieves his swords and pistol. Two blades, one fused with a
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> fantastic Indicolite. A pistol of .700 calibre. Omisielle thinks she can
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> handle herself, but he could survive twelve kilo-megaton nuclear detonations
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> and still fight.
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>
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> The armor-bound warrior enters the Dimension Driver's chamber, and within
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> moments, a titanic flash casts him into another dimension.
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>
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> In another world, the Dark Lord awakens. His head hurts. Everything around
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> him moves in slow motion. Not just for a moment, but forever. Time flows
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> differently here, he supposes. At least it's here at all.
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>
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> Inspecting his surroundings, he has awoken in a dark place, almost suiting
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> him. Yet, a darker energy emenates throughout the atmosphere of this place,
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> darker and more sinister than should be possible.
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>
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> The Dark Lord prays for safety.
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