SleepDebtFairy wrote:

Light pink posters with pictures of burnt poptarts are posted all around campus, reading:

"THE BURNT POPTART SEMINAR:

Seeking those with individualistic personalities, and perhaps a fondness for burning things, blackened poptarts, and a dislike for brides of secret duels. The path you must take has been prepared for you.

Please make an appointment to speak with the counselor at the Sylphiechu Memorial Hall."

In the Sylphiechu Hall, it is clean and dimly lit, with a collection of photographs on one wall. In the long, seemingly endless hallway, it is lined with toasters. Many of them are filled with poptarts toasting to a charcoal black, and every now and then a ding can be heard when one pops up with a pure black poptart, with steam rising from it. There is a front desk, where a secretary that almost no one ever sees registers people for appointments with the counselor of the Burnt Poptart seminar.

In her office, there is a fluffy light purple cat, wearing a Mamiya-esque outfit. SleepDebtFairy types away at a neon pink computer.

There is a legend that 101 lesbians died in a fire where Sylphiechu Memorial Hall now stands, and are buried underneath it.

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(That is what the old building looked like. Thank you for the idea, Yasha. And it's Sylphiechu Memorial Hall because that's my other online alias.)

*Warps into the room from another dimiension and asks..."May I speak with the counselor?"
I wish to further my training of the HOT EVIL SCALDING TONGUE FILLING of the Burnt Side of the Poptaforce.

Hey, Ghostly Voice, stop scaring them away.

*looks to Pallas, somewhat intrigued* Training, you say?

(Razara, that's awesome. Wonderful idea.)

YO WHUTS UP DOODS?? *munching on a large head of raw cabbage* So... whats happening?

BioKraze wrote:

(Heh heh heh. So the challenger violates the terms of the Poptart Circle. How amusing. I look forward to your downfall, O noble spirit. It will make my final task...easier...)

And what task might that be?

BioKraze wrote:

*The Ghostly Voice echoes once more...*

(Ahh, so noble, so pure of heart. Why does a soul such as yours seek answers in such a depraved monument to the destruction of another? You will not find power overwhelming here...)

*The Ghostly Voice pauses, then speaks once again...*

(I can see into the past. I can see into the future...I am NEBIROTH. Perhaps, in time, you will discover my true nature...if your noble soul does not shatter upon the hatred that festers here...)

*The Ghostly Voice -- now known as "Nebiroth" -- fades out...*

*Pallas runs in the direction of the voice and stops to catch her breath*


"Nebiroth, so that is your name eh?", she said, "Could our meeting be the "Absolute Destiny Poptarcalypse"?

She wondered why in the world each time she entered a different hallway the temperature seemed five degrees colder than previously felt in the other hallway.
*She keeps walking onwards, in a hallway with neverending length, never tiring but wondering if she would reach the end and begin her training...*

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*Nebiroth's voice echoes around Pallas' head. A chill wind blows her hair askew, and the lights fade to near darkness...*

(Why don't you try a sample of my power, instead O noble spirit. Heh heh...)

*The air grows as cold as a blizzard. As goosebumps appear all over Pallas' skin, the figure of Nebiroth manifests before her. His voice is stronger, but the cold is more intense...*

Let us form...an alliance...You shall gain what YOU seek, and I shall gain what I seek...

I'm going to end of up just like Red Ring Rico, aren't I? *Curls up into a ball and rocks back and forth*

"Light makes darkness, a pair exists, but it doesn't always exist. Reincarnation goes forever. The rule is here. It should be sealed. MUUT DITTS POUMN."

Oh, great.

*calls the secretary up to get another can of Ghost-Begone spray, obliviously unaware that she is also a ghost of sorts*

*Nebiroth chuckles, a sinister laugh*

Humans are so foolish...I should have destroyed them when I had my chance...But now they can serve my needs...Come here, young bride...you have the perfect body for me...

*Nebiroth's ghostly body makes a rush at Mister Fluffyuffums. He wails as he flies, like a banshee.*

NO YOU DON'T! I HAVE PLANS FOR THAT BASTARD AND HIS FRIENDS!!

*Nebiroth screams in furious rage...*

IF I CAN CAPTURE YOUR BODY, I WILL HAVE MY OWN! YOU HAVE NO SOUL! YOU ARE THE PERFECT VESSEL! YOU HAVE THE POWER I SEEK! GET BACK HERE, WENCH!!

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*Nebiroth wastes no time possessing the Poptart Bride/Mister Fluffyuffums...*

Heh heh heh! Nobody to save you from your own destruction! Prepare to be MINE, O Bride!

*He enters the body through the chest. There is a chill as of the spirit, much like a blizzard, where the Wraith enters...*

*Nebiroth tries to infiltrate the seat of mind, but is bounced out of the head...and out of the body...*

What the Hell!? Who denies me passage to the Bitch's seat of power!?

*Antherie stands before Mister Fluffyuffums, her hand pointed at the angry Wraith's form.*

"You shall not claim the Power as long as I have life left in my cells!
Daughter of Light, Mistress of Night...!
I command your power! Banish our fright...!"

*Antherie takes a deep breath, then her voice rings across Sylphiechu Memorial Hall...*

"POLARIZE!!"

*A black hole opens up and sucks both Nebiroth and Antherie in, then closes up. Mister Fluffyuffums is left standing, all alone in the main hallway of toasters...The toasters return to life, as do the lightbulbs Nebiroth destroyed...*