degenerate disregard.

[Ino]

It was time that Alix began to start blowing things up once again. Some form of the "police" task force had been after her, so she decided to wait it out until she could begin, once again, her wreaking of havoc and terror whenever she felt like it. Subconsciously, Alix knew the building that she was staring at, right now, but at the same time, she didn't care. She had already come into contact with this glorious building, so she already knew about the security systems. Why would an abandoned building have security systems? Sure, it was the old assed Guardians' place, but they were gone, supposedly, so why did it matter? Unless there was some secret information in there that was meant to be kept away from prying and curious eyes, such as hers. Alix smirked at the idea - nobody could really keep anything away from her, and, thankfully, nobody did. It kept her job ten times easier, until now, that is. Now, it was time to "set things straight" and within a few minutes she would. By blowing the damn building sky high after looking about it.

Quickly, Alix began to hold her hands a few inches from her body until she began to glow; now she was entirely sealed and her evnviroment behind her could be seen. She was invisble. Smirking wider and more with glee, Alix darted off towards the building at super speed, so fast it was inhuman and if she were to be seen, she would just be a blur, the winding coming five minutes after she was already long gone. Without an abrupt stop Alix flung herself through the window that was located in front of her, and the pain was imminenet but it ebbed away just as quickly as it hd come. Alix felt the security get ready to start beeping so she moved fast, keeping herself cloaked and banishing anything off of her body that might give herself away, like shards of glass. Once that was done she darted off down a hall, her elixir sloshing around and her rocks banging against each other as she ran quickly. Luckily, she was concealed, as was the noise to a muffled level. Now, all she had to do was find out where the hell the main room was at...

[K2]

Aralang.

The Guardians who had once lived in the halls of this dimension, of this building which floated in nothingness, had called them, "Gissguexaralan Ayesmoretahl," or for short, "Ayeexaralan." It translated roughly into, "Guardian Organization Of Mortals." And that's what the Aralangs had been. They'd been the Guardian's division in the dimension which, at the time, had been inhabited mainly by mortals of the planet Earth. Now, it was inhabited by several races.

The Aralangs, who had lived there and watched as society after society grew and died, had recently found the abandoned home of their brothers and sisters. They'd come to the dimension, following a lead from a good friend. Gaserlake, an Aralang elite, had found the coordinates to the base written in fresh blood in a friend's house.. But the house had been abandoned for the last twenty years. Needless to say, the Aralangs were curious, and when they discovered the long, lost base of the main branch of the Guardians at long last, they were shocked.

However; the Aralangs were in the middle of a war. Though the battlefield had been quiet for several days, they could not afford to abandon their posts for research. It had been decided that they would come back and study the base when they had the resources at a later point in time. Before leaving, however, they did place a bit of cargo inside the Guardian dimension. It seemed that they had nowhere else that was safe to put this cargo.

And now, with new blood in the dimension and such heavy use of magic, the cargo was awake.. And it was not happy. A great, blue light began to flood the halls of the Guardian dimension as a screeching noise infiltrated the silence.

[Ino]

Alix swung her hand up to shield her eyes like one might do if they were watching a baseball game on a particularly sunny day. Being invisible didn't really shield her from having been blinded by the bright, bulbous lights that flashed into her eyes. A few spots remained in her vision but they faded away, fizzled out and disappeared entirely. Laughing manicly, Alix took an abrupt right and went through a door, taking the ice cold air that came forth and using it to make ice so she would slide just ever so slightly down the stairs. In a split second, Alix lost her balance and fell on her rear end, sending her flying down the makeshift ice ramp and into a nearby wall. But yet, at the same time, Alix didn't hear any footsteps approaching, at least not yet. Beautiful music was heard, encasing her in a trance but she quickly shook it away as she took off down a branch from the stairwell.

"Gotta move fast, gotta move fast..." Alix murmured to herself, her eyes focusing due to the change in the amount of light there was down where she was at. She could see dust particles and that was it, and even then there wasn't a whole lot. She didn't get it. In a dust, old, abandoned place, shouldn't there be a lot of dust? Unless...someone came to the building frequently..or..it was alive. Suddenly, Alix was ten times more alert, shoving the uneasy feeling into the back of her mind so she could focus on her main goal: blowing this place away without any regret.

Again, Alix strained her eyes and ears to see or hear if anyone was coming after her, and yet again she found out that no one was coming after her, dashing to confront her or stop her from her dastardly deed. In a way, it disappointed Alix deeply. She wanted a confrontation, she wanted to get into a fight, she wanted to kill. But at the same time, she was relieved, because she could get in and out without any regards to people. She could see her work caught up in flames. Quietly, Alix placed a shiny, sapphire blue rock down on a shelf and eyed it, making sure that it didn't disappear. When she saw that it wouldn't, she began quietly back down the hall and up the stairs, the ice already long been melted.

Back down the hall she ran and she found herself in a very circular room, one that was beautiful and creepy all the same; it looked like it used to be a ball room. Alix walked to the dead center of the room, her eyes slits as she surveyed her surroundings to make sure she was alone. She was dying in agony to want bloodshed, to see it before the building crumpled to pieces like the Greek and Roman structures. Why wouldn't anyone come over? Come stop her and save their beloved and dignified building of the old ass Guardians? Alix never really found any particular rooms that looked like they held any information, but then again, she didn't go for the stairs heading up. In dead sprint, she raced across the large room, flung open the door and ran up stairs before she found that there was only one door left, and in she went.

song: Never Too Late - Three Days Grace

[K2]

Two doors were all that had been needed to keep The Garaleng Virus prisoner. The Aralangs had made sure that all sorts of contraptions kept in from leaving the room. Unfortunately, they hadn't foreseen someone opening the door from the outside. Destruction was now released. And because of that, everyone was going to die. This was really, really bad.

The entire complex began to shake.. To shake hard. Whatever was in the room Alix had just entered was now fully awake and dying to get out of the complex. Seeing Alix at the doorway, it stopped the shaking and glared over in her direction. It was evil. Pure evil. It was.. A giant sand-storm, a ball of shuffling sand which was moving at ferocious speeds -- Until it saw Alix.

And suddenly, before Alix, there were clouds of darkness. The clouds of darkness and the sand storm moved into each other, clashing, causing great, hurricane-force winds to rip off a good portion of the roof of the complex. It seemed as if the dark clouds were protecting Alix from the sand. The sand kept moving towards Alix, but the black clouds would stop it every time. Something had happened.. The security system of the dimension had come to Alix's protection.

[Ino]

Ari watched as the dark cloud billowed and buckled under the weight and the attacks of the sand. She felt like she was going to be blown away, and, looking down at her feet, she realized she was about to be shoved back against the wall. You could see where her feet were when she first arrived and the path they took as they slid away because of the force of the wind. "Shit." she hissed as her back was pushed against the wall.

She felt the urge to flee, because the power was obviously much stronger than her, ten times stronger, but she had to try. She wasn't a wuss. With a large inhale of breath, which was slightly hard because of the wind blowing at her, she began to pilfer through her pockets, and then her boots, settling on a handful of glass orbs. Each one had a colored tint to it, but the color wasn't toning the ball entirely, just high lighting it. "Well..." she muttered, "Here goes." she held on to the green ball tightly.