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((Charles Needs to Step Back Into Reality Sometime, Doesn't He?))

((I haven't been on this account in forever, even though I meant to resume RPing with Charles a LONG time ago.  The fact that I'm considering taking a break with Ni as I work on retconning the character and starting the actual Future 101 book series is an added reason to consider playing this person.  Oh, and also, apparently I have an ask for Exploiter of Sins that needs responding to XD.))  

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((I know I haven't been on here much.  Sorry, folks, I've been REALLY distracted, mostly with writing ("silly") stories for Deviantart and goofing off with videos.  BUT, I am hopping on every now and then, mainly to check my asks, so if you wanna do some light RP, or if I already owe you a response... or even if you just miss me and wanna chat, feel free to send me an ask.  I may not be the quickest, but I will be up for at least SOME interaction.))  

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((It occurs to me I still need to fix up Charles's page XD.  His archmage status should be openly stated there.  He also needs a character sheet, just in general :-p.))  

((Also as a heads up:  Any magic anons to this account will most likely simply be responded to with a "Charles eats..." or the like :-p.))  

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Anonymassacre.

Charles vanished into the void.  In his newly altered state, his coordination was imperfect, so it'd be hard to find Boo's collective, but he was determined to do so.  In the meantime, he'd just slaughter anything that seemed like it could be a portion of her collective... maybe it'd help him get his bearings.  

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"Strange being. Order and shadow incarnate. Definitely mystical."

"Out of my way, insect.  I have more important things to deal with."  

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Archmage Charles!

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There was a deep, ear-splitting scream, followed by a blast of energy that sent ripples traversing the borders between realities... not to mention leaving a large, smoldering crater in the ground where it had originated.  And in the center of that crater rested Charles, huddled around himself, a reflexive side-effect of almost losing his own form.  

But this Charles was different from the one that had previously existed.  He had the same basic shape, but his skin had become a "purer" shade of gray, his orange eyes glowed brighter than before, and wrapped around his form, in place of his former cloak, were a pair of wings.  Large, gray wings, similar in design to those one might expect to see on an angel.  

Slowly, Charles gathered himself and rose to his feet, unfurling his wings to reveal the shape of dozens of arms and heads, like poltergeists pressed up against a painting.  While most of the heads were featureless, only loosely identifiable by their general outline, a few manifested what would appear to be mouths.  Somewhat disturbingly, the humanoid figures would occasionally move, shifting the position of an arm here, or opening or closing a mouth there, but for the most part they seemed mostly dormant.  

Charles looked at himself.  He had succeeded in his ascension, although he acknowledged his form was probably a tad more unsettling than most other archmages he'd seen... perhaps a side-effect of his violent motivation for achieving this form.  

Charles then turned to look at his surrounding.  He'd arrived in the same primitive fantasy world he'd first been "born" in.  Perhaps he had a special bond with this place... not that it mattered for the moment.  He had a more important bond to attend to, and a newfound duty to fulfill.  

Charles rose to his full height and spoke, to no-one in particular, in a voice that was loud and booming, but followed by a chorus of soft whispers.  "We're ready."  

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((Is it bad to really want them to fight for just a bit))

((OH!  Just noticed this!))  

((And... no, no it's not XD.))  

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The Process

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Charles could feel it, the collective bleeding into his mind and body.  He could also feel what was left of his rage bleeding into the collective in turn.  He struggled to focus, grappling both the rage and his self to keep the two processes under control.  But unlike in the past, it wasn't an attempt to block the collective off altogether.  No, he needed a portion to join with him.  

For the collective's part, the rage was largely rejected, but because it altered the collective's nature as it poured fourth, this was not a solid, uniform effort among its presence.  No, the responsibility fell primarily on Charles not to taint the collective around him.  Even after being "drained" by the Exploiter, it was still a very difficult task.  

Charles could feel himself fading, but he gathered his willpower for one last, determined pull.  This would be the final moment that would make or break his plans, and, in fact, his very existence...