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stormbringers
#ninjago#dragons rising#morro wu#jay walker#rogue walker#?#is he keeping the last name idk#dragons rising spoilers#ninjago spoilers#dragons rising s3 spoilers#drs3 spoilers#is that enoguh spoiler tags lmaoooo anywayss#these qere just 2 sketches that looked good together. slay#cal draws stuff#EDIT I SPELLED HIS FUCKING NAME WRONG IN THE TAGS IT
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stormbringers âŚ(Read More)
#ninjago#dragons rising#morro wu#jay walker#rouge walker#?#is he keeping the last name idk#dragons rising spoilers#ninjago spoilers#dragons rising s3 spoilers#drs3 spoilers#is that enoguh spoiler tags lmaoooo anywayss#these qere just 2 sketches that looked good together. slay#cal draws stuff
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đâ¨Happy Halloween Morro Drop S3 Return in Dragons Rising đť đ đĄď¸
#DR leaks#DR Spoilers#Dragons Rising Spoilers#Ninjago#Dragons Rising S3 Spoilers#im going to have to heritage post one of these announcements aren't I. maybe if there's a 10k post of Doc's tweet#there's too many posts too fresh rn but this is a monumental âyou done killed the fandomâ moment for sure.#so posting this on halloween for record keeping history. y'all know Morro stans are something else. this has Unleashed Something#get ready for S5 drop round 2#be afraid for what has awakened#edit: apparently I forgot about the discourse. that too
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It's Jay... I mean Rogue
#ninjago#ninjago jay#jay walker#ninjago dragons rising#Ninjago dragons Rising season 3#ndr s3#lego#lightning#rogue#Ninjago leaks#Ninjago spoilers#spoilers
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Something Something morro is not entirely physical
Something Something he's possessing the robo arm w his ghost arm or whatever
Something Something my head hurts
#the green is supposed to be like ghostly apparitions but it looks like flames they're not flames I'm just bad at drawing#i was gonna wait for s3 before i drew him but i saw ppl already drawing him n i wanted to join in too#ninjago#ninjago dragons rising#should i tag this as spoilers? ig set leaks are spoilers idk?#dragons rising spoilers#blue's doodles
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My head hurts sm rn but I had to draw Rogue jay soooo here ya go! Iâll draw morro and pixal and free tits Zane tomorrow and maybe Arin if I have time lol
#ninjago#ninjago dragons rising#lego ninjago#dragons rising#ninjago dr#ninjago Jay#Jay Ninjago#Ninjago spoilers#spoilers#ninjago dr spoilers#Ninjago dr s3#Jay walker#rogue#rogue Ninjago#Ninjago rogue#rogue Jay#Ninjago fanart
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forgetting i have the power to draw anything and that includes my favs wearing matching outfits
#rare occurrence where i put red in nyas fit#this took so long couldnât decide on a color palette#feels like i havenât drawn them in forever#kunsho#ninjago#kunshoart#lego ninjago#realized halfway through this that technically their always wearing matching outfits BUT SHHHHHHHH#ninjago dragons rising#ninjago jay#ninjago nya#ninjago jaya#kinda spoilersâ>âin my head the second one takes place during s3âŚ.sshhhh
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âĄR O G U EâĄ
#dragons rising s3#dragons rising spoilers#ninjago leaks#ninjago#lego ninjago#ninjago dragons rising#jay walker#ninjago jay#jay ninjago#jay ninjago fanart#rogue ninjago#my art#make him bald#haha i haven't painted anything in literal years so don't look at the little details too much#do not repost this elsewhere for the love of god this is my magnum opus rn#ill cry#his ass will NAWT be this cool in the season but let me cope
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drix looks so cool I love freaks
#art#ibispaintx#digital art#artist#artists on tumblr#drix ninjago#ninjago drix#ninjago lego#ninjago fanart#ninjago#lego ninjago fanart#ninjago fandom#ninjago forbidden five#ninjago dr#ninjago dragons rising#ninjago spoilers#ninjago dr s3#ninjago dr spoilers#ninjago leaks
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Continually in awe over how well of a mentor Kai is to Wyldfyreâ The fact that it takes him a moment, but as soon as he realises that she loves competition and that the best way to get her to do something is by giving her a difficult role or challenging her he becomes incredibly good at actually training her. Itâs not just that Wyld reminds Kai of himself, but also that he uses that as a way to help her become better.
#the same applies for garmadon and lloyd in s3 btw#lloyd is literally like garmadon when he was younger#which is why garm is so good at teaching lloyd the lesson of fighting without fighting#okay ramble over#cable rants#ninjago#lego ninjago#ninjago dragons rising#dragons rising#ninjago spoilers#also yeah we ignore s2p1 for this wyld and kai are very happy and just vibing#kai ninjago#ninjago kai#dad kai pipeline fr#kai smith#kai jiang#kai smith jiang#wyldfyre ninjago#ninjago wyldfyre#wyldfyre dragons rising#dragons rising wyldfyre
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I DREW PIXALLL đš
#ninjago#lego ninjago#drawing#lego#fanart#ninjago fanart#ninjago dragons rising#digital art#pixall#pixal borg#pixal ninjago#ninjago pixal#ninjago spoilers#ninjago leaks#ninjago dr s3#ish??#idk#artists on tumblr#artwork#digital fanart#digital drawing
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PIXY PIXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
#ninjago#ninjago dragons rising#lego ninjago#dragons rising s2 pt 2#pixal borg#ninjago pixal#p.i.x.a.l#pixal ninjago#dragonians ninjago#ninjago dragons rising season 3#ninjago dr s3#dr s3#ninjago leaks#ninjago spoilers#nokt ninjago#forbidden five
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NINJAGO DRS3-ish Spoilers
Sort of excited to see how they bring Morro back!!! And if Morro can come back why canât Sensei Garmadon??? đ
#ninjago hc#Ninjago#ninjago dragons rising#ndrs3#ninjago dr s3#spoilers?#garmadaddylikie#sensei garmadon#ninjago morro
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shattering
/!\ Spoilers for Dragons Rising S2P2!
(very original title) hiii i'm still not dead <3 sorry i'm not active but y'know. life.
here's a jay fic!! about him experiencing shatterspin for the very first time but this is actually more me trying to make the wolf masks kinda gory and made out of flesh it's. it's an experiment. as well as like. physical effects
i'm just having fun and trying out some things (ig it's not really a fic then but idk adfkjsegd)
/!\ TW : Blood, Gore, Wounds, Death (tell me if I forgot something)
Also not beta read and I don't read that well behind myself yaddi yadda y'know the drill (especially since this is more of a bunch of scraps assembled together and not a real fic akfjzsgv (I might cross post it on AO3 at some point we'll see))
This is around 6.8k words so it's half a short? anyway enjoy
Jay narrowed his eyes at the mask he held.
It seemed to be looking back at him. And to be frank, he wasnât a fan of how it looked back.
A shiver crawled down his spine as he passed his fingers on the front. It was meant to be a mask, but the fact that there was hair there, even if short, was somewhat disturbing to realize. He didnât know how to feel about the idea that these could be made of real fur. Or worse, that they were somewhat organic, and used to be alive.
He checked the eyes; they seemed colorless, and dull, when inactivated. Glassy.
Dead.
That last realization brought relief. Yeah, it was dead.
Whatever it was.
He knew he was supposed to put that shit on at some point, but⌠it didnât seem like a great idea, in hindsight. At least thatâs what his guts were telling him.
His mind was on a whole other setting. He trusted Ras, after all. Why shouldnât he? He had saved him, from the insanity that the Administration had been.
Thank goodness this is over. He was grateful to the man, and had taken the time to hear his interests, and plans. Things Jay wasnât bothered by, too big to be of a concern to him. But since they were important to his savior, well, who was he to refuse helping him?
He passed a hand on the fur again, before turning it around to see the inside. He winced.
It had been⌠somewhat âpolishedâ, but one could not look away from the flesh that had probably been ripped apart from some unfortunate creature, the whole mask made of stitches between different kinds of skin. But he didnât dare to touch it to confirm his fears. Had it been the same specie, every time? He did wonder if asking himself that wasnât the most unimportant question of all.
Living beings had to die, for these masks to be made.
Jay hated how his brain was sure of it.
That, and there was some⌠sort of taint, at the bottom of it. Where the mouth was supposed to be.
It wasnât on all the masks, but enough of them had it to pique Jayâs curiosity.
He hadnât talked about it to Lord Ras yet, of course. He doubted others had noticed what these visages were made of. He wasnât even sure how he had noticed the details in the first place.
Perhaps due to his weird anxious nature about everything thatâs been happening since starting his life in the Administration. His only life, actually, since he couldnât remember shit from before.
The medallion felt heavy in his pocket. Its sudden presence making itself known made him frown.
This piece of metal was all that was left to him. He wasnât even sure how the ones that had found him in the Land of Madness hadnât taken that away from him, just like all his previous belongings.
He placed the mask back in its place, giving it a final glare, before walking away.
He looked at himself, unsure of what to think of his clothes.
They were comfy, that was for sure. Much better then the suit heâd been forced to wear for years in this damned Administration. And looking much better. He did enjoy the patterns that had been added to go along his powers. Symbols of wolf could be seen as well, on his chest, making sure people would know which clan he belonged to- in case the mask wouldnât be enough.
But the fur covering his neck, and the gloves⌠he didnât like as much. They hid away scars, important parts of himself.
Then again, he still had the ones on his face, definitely due to his own powers when it came to the lightning paths, and probably from fights where there were cuts, and skin that had been torn.
He wasnât a fan of keeping them away.
But, having his body completely protected when it was clear he was going to fight in the future wasnât that bad of an idea. Are we going to fight now? Jay doubted it. A lot of the new recruits had probably no idea of what they were getting into. Had probably been enrolled with the idea that they were going to become better fighters, with something close to powers. Lots of people didnât listen fully when about to drastically change their lives, he had seen it many times in the Administration.
With a heavy sigh, he passed a hand on his face. To be honest, Jay hadnât thought that long about this idea of joining Lord Rasâs forces as well.
But I owe him. He was there when no one had tried to help. It was all that mattered.
Jay could hear people getting closer. He turned around, seeing Cinder and Ras coming towards him.
The latter still had the same expression as always, severe, and mildly pissed off at people for breathing in front of him. The master of smoke, on the other hand, often had a smug expression there, knowing he was above everyone else, and enjoying it way too much. Not too far from them, he could see Jordana, the sort of witch- he didnât completely understand what her deal was- who looked away as soon as she saw Jay noticing her.
He didnât get to focus on that, though, when Ras made sure to be the only thing in his vision.
âI take it youâre ready for today.â
No. Not at all. But this wasnât what their Lord wanted to hear. âYes.â He took a deep breath, doing his best to resist the need to fidget with the fur around his collar.
âA first test, to make sure everything will go smoothly for the first battle.â Cinder chuckled at Jayâs expression, before handing him the wolf mask. âYouâre lucky to try it before the real deal, Jay.â
He glared at Cinder. âYeah. I guess so.â
Though, with how the master of smoke was looking at him, mocking, he wouldnât call any of this luck.
Inhaling sharply, he tried to not let himself show how nervous he felt. He hadnât expected to wear it so soon. He grabbed the mask that was given to him, nauseous at how he was about to wear unknown skin on his own.
He tried to compare it to leather, but fuck that had nothing in common. He passed trembling fingers on the inside, wanting to confirm his fears.
���Yup. Organic tissues. It was repulsing.
Cinder quirked an eyebrow. âAre you hesitant now?â
There was a threatening growl coming from Ras that echoed with the otherâs words. Jay closed his eyes, and shook his head. At least⌠there werenât any smell to go with the thing. âNo. Not at all.â
âGood.â Ras crossed his arms behind his back, walking towards the arena. âThen get ready. You will be tested along our new soldiers.â
Soldiers. Why did he hate that designation? Wasnât he supposed to be more, with his elemental power?
He adverted his gaze, focusing it back on the inside of this mask. âSure.â
It was the first time he entered the shadow dojo. The outside had been eerie, with nothing but the strange orange and red light on their paths, but the inside was a whole other deal.
It was⌠poorly lighted, somehow, despite the bright lights coming from outside, with candles offering a soft blue glow all around them. He wasnât sure how the flames managed to stay in that hue, but couldnât really focus on that when he was trying to avoid all the others that entered with him. Some were chatting, apparently already knowing each other.
Jay didnât want to know anyone in here. He didnât see the point.
There were runes everywhere as well. He had no idea of what they meant, but they were glistening too, in that same color as the candles. Plants had grown as well on the wall, somehow.
He sat on the ground, unbothered to stay up like the others. From here, he could see that the only one on the ground like him was someone with a large hat, covering most of his face. His eyes were revealed briefly when he raised his head to watch who had come here for the first trial, allowing Jay to recognize him.
He was the guy he had seen many times speak with Ras. Although speak was a light statement; more so yelling and arguing, with the latter always having the last word, letting the other clearly frustrated.
Nokt. That was his name. He remembered him due to the electrical device placed on the back of his head. Even if he wasnât sure he had heard his name right earlier, since it seemed like he preferred to keep to himself, as proved when he lowered his hat down again, effectively shielding his expression away from everyone else.
But there was something Jay managed to see before he did.
A spark of amusement, of all things, akin to one about to watch some sort of entertainment unfold.
âŚJay didnât think he was going to like that guy.
His attention shifted back to their leader, when he hit the ground with his hammer. He gave a speech, one Jay half-listened to, about being ready to change their lives for this better form of power, and so on and so on. Monologues are always so tiring.
âŚWhere had he heard boring monologues like these before?
A glimpse of- something, from before, barely there, that escaped him as soon as he tried to look for it, smothered away by another hit of Lord Rasâs hammer against the ground, and someone getting on their feet and walking to the center of the room. Jay thanked his luck helping out for once, since he definitely wouldnât have heard his name if he had been first.
Watching the guy, he gave way to his urge, and started to play with the fur around his neck to keep himself calm. He wasnât sure why, but he felt like his anxiety was eating him alive, starting with his insides, and pulling on his guts and get him to run away from there as fast as he could.
He gnawed on his lip. He couldnât make himself worry about nothing. This was just⌠apprehension, that came with every test he had to take.
Except if he failed this one, he mightâve to be forced back into the Administration. Damn it.
Deciding on ignoring the painful cramps his overreacting unconscious gave him, he focused back on the scene before him, observing the one that had been called.
The guy nodded his head to Lord Ras, and placed the mask on his face. Jay winced, clutching his other hand around the one he was holding; he really didnât want to know how centuries old flesh would feel on his face. But he supposed he had no choice.
Holding his breath as Ras approached the gong, he tried to think of the power that wearing this mask would mean for him. He knew there was something about a forbidden technique of some sort, the Shatterspin, which heâd been taught the basics, but what about his powers? What would be the effects?
Heâd seen Cinder. Heâd seen how much quicker and agile he became whenever the mask would fuse with him, and gift him an armor instead of staying as a mask. The red eyes, he wasnât that fan of, but if it meant finding who he was supposed to be, by feeling his powers better then ever beforeâŚ
The scar under his left eye throbbed, forcing him to rub it. Not that he didnât feel his power now, but he didnât quite think he had a good grasp on it. He managed a few zaps here and there, and sparks to help him when it was completely dark, but other then that, not much else.
There is potential within you, Jay Walker. These had been Lord Rasâs words.
And he couldnât wait to unleash that potential.
The gong was hit a first time.
Jay jumped out of his skin when the one put on trial shrieked in pain. Someone beside him gasped, letting him know that he definitely wasnât the only one to be surprised.
He walked back, holding his face in pain and doubling over as the maskâs glowed that bright cyan. Not letting him the time to rest, or even wonder what was happening to him, the gong was hit a second time with a sound that echoed all around them. It was enough to make the room shake, and dust fall from the unexpectedly stable walls of this place. All the blue lights turned red.
The guy screamed again. Jay watched as he tried to remove the mask, pulling on his hair when trying to remove the strap that kept it in place. But it didnât budge, despite his knuckles turning white from the force he was using for this one thing.
Jay felt sick, witnessing all this. Glancing around, he noticed how disappointed Lord Ras looked, and the way Cinder let his disgust appear.
âŚShit.
His attention shifted back to the man in the center when he heard him puke. From here, he couldnât really see what came out, and couldnât help his flinch when the sound of retching reached his ears.
Chocking sounds could then be heard. It surely didnât help when he threw his head back, gasping for air, too far gone to realize that he was making things worse.
Jay couldnât look away from him. Doing so⌠doing so would mean he wasnât cut for this role. It would mean showing weakness, and not being worthy of the chance offered to him.
Doing so would mean abandoning the man to his fate, a far side of his brain whispered. Jay took a deep breath, brushing that thought aside, just like he always had back in the Administration. Kindness and pity werenât the way to go when one wanted to master Shatterspin, and the power of the Wolf Clan. He remembered Rasâs warnings too well.
Speaking of which, he couldnât help but check a second time their leader, breath getting stuck in his throat when he did.
Lord Ras was watching them, not the poor guy struggling to survive against the surges of powers that went in his body forcefully. He was quick to understand; he wanted to see who was able to stomach it, and who would be useless in the future to him. And fuck, Jay didnât think he could do that, but he didnât have a choice. His body and mind didnât have a choice.
The man screamed in pure pain and terror one last time, turning Jayâs insides. His hands grabbed at his skin, scratching with abnormal nails that had grown after the gong had been hit a third time. It made deep wounds, forcing crimson to pour out, but it seemed like the man couldnât care less, just wanting to get rid of that cursed mask.
He heaved, then coughed, falling on his knees with a final yell, yielding to the pressure of energy that mustâve been coursing through his body. Unable to adapt.
And thenâŚ
He fell to the ground.
As soon as he did, the red lights came back to the blue hue they had first seen when entering the room.
When others gasped, and some cried, one, Jay heard a snicker. He looked around, trying to see who was sick enough to have that kind of reaction to someone dropping dead in front of them.
He frowned when he found out who.
Now he knew why Nokt had seemed amused at the beginning. He mustâve known this could happen. What a fucking psychopath. He looked away from him, and back at the center of the dojo.
Ras growled, stomping his boot on the ground at the result. He then turned towards Wolf Warriors, a finger pointed at the now dead man. âGet it out of here. We arenât done yet.â
Shit. Shit. Jay swallowed hard, unable to look away from the blood, as well as the one the corpse left behind when pulled away in a messy trail.
Their leader hit the ground with his hammer, demanding attention from everyone in the room. âThe reason he failed, was his resilience against our power. To become powerful, one must learn to bend to the rules that make it all. Only then, can you be one with the Wolf Clanâs powers.â He pointed his weapon towards the recruits, snarling when most of them took a step back in front of it. âAnother one of his mistake was doubting me, and being a coward.â
His eyes scanned the room, glaring. âIf any of you feel that way as well, you may as well leave. Now.â
That would be a mistake. Yet, some people immediately hurried out, not needing to be told twice. Not a lot- four of them, he counted. Jay closed his eyes, and tried to ignore how two Wolf Warriors followed after them, their claws ready.
What had he gotten himself into? What was going to happen to him?! How many others were going to die? Not that he questioned of the othersâ loyalty, but there was no doubt that witnessing that guyâs death mustâve changed their will to join.
Now that Jay knew this was the consequence of failure⌠fuck. Fuck. His guts were twisting in there, hurting his stomach physically, at this point. His ears were ringing, clouding his mind from everything else. What if all that he had done, all this âsurvivingâ shit, had only lead to his demise?
Jay clenched his fists. Heâd never allow that. Cinder had managed to do it, so why wouldnât he?
This was an opportunity. To find purpose, and a place where he would belong. He couldnât screw this up. He wasnât a damn coward. And he sure as hell wasnât going to fight back the power that was about to allow him a new beginning.
This was a cruel world after all. Hadnât he learned that over and over again? And he couldnât be at the bottom of it all just because others werenât able to keep up.
He would not. He would survive through it all, no matter what it meant to wear that mask.
No matter the price.
Ras called his name. He was the second one to be tested.
Taking a deep breath, he raised his head, and faced the Lordâs eyes with a fierce glare.
Slowly, he got up, ignoring how his stomach still felt like a pit, and how his head was still hurting from the panic he had felt earlier when seeing that man die, his pulse somehow perceivable in his ears.
Still, he got to the center of the room. Only when he did, his eyes found themselves unable to detach from the splatters of blood everywhere. Some were older. Some were on the walls.
They had all witnessed that many times, hadnât they? And they hadnât told anyone.
It was⌠it wasâŚ
He took a deep breath. Now wasnât the time to loose it.
A dark paw handed the mask to him. It allowed Jay to focus his eyes in front of him, and away from the red splatters. Something he regretted doing, when meeting Rasâs eyes.
They were harsh, and unforgiving.
Jay couldnât mess up.
He was being given a chance. A chance, that could be taken back, and handed to any other elemental master. He wasnât the only one gifted after all, Cinder was the proof of that. Ras didnât need him for this grand plan; he had an army, and people ready to follow his every order.
On the other hand, Jay needed Ras. And he owed that new chance at freedom, to him.
Straightening up, he grabbed his mask, and tried to not think back on how it was made of skin. Instead, he tried to concentrate on how there was metal there as well. When tying the strap behind his head, he tried to not remember how the one before him hadnât been able to remove it when wanting to escape.
No turning back.
Darkness cornered his vision, the latter becoming defined by the constricted sight given to him.
Once settled, he placed both his arms along his body, and nodded to Ras with a dry throat. The latter growled, rearranging his hold on the hammer.
The gong was hit a first time.
The wave of its sound exploded in the room, reaching Jayâs body. It froze him, both his physical shell, and thoughts. Everything had gone silent in his mind, and around him. And he wasnât sure if this was due to the effect of its power.
Even breathing seemed impossible, in these short seconds. He was completely petrified, finding himself feeling as if heâd been stuck in something so dense and heavy, holding him back. No noise could make it out of his mouth, despite the pain that had started to build up in both his face and chest.
Something had cracked inside of him.
Just as he sensed it, the gong was hit a second time.
It felt like a blow to his chest, making him back away. His bones felt breaking as he did, making him wonder if they couldâve been weakened by the power he had been hoping to obtain.
His ears unblocked. It caused him to be suddenly dizzy, and made his head heavy with the lack of oxygen.
Then his breath hitched, as soon as he noticed the paralyzing effect was gone.
Like breaking out of shallow waters and reaching the surface, he gasped, greedily sucking air. His legs wobbled, making him feel like he was about to loose balance, as both his hands reached for his neck to protect the precious air he was barely able to keep in his trachea.
His skin was itchy everywhere. Something was going on inside of him, turning his veins icy cold.
Something was wrong, and hurting. Something was very wrong.
The rush of his blood too was fast, and strong, making him think that his blood vessels were doubling in size, and perhaps stretching his skin as it grew, leading to his articulations becoming harder to move. It left the impression that everything was about to blow inside of him.
For a second, he wondered if he had died, and if he was about to fall on the floor, just like the man before him had, but then realized that the sound of his heartbeat was still there, and as fucking loud as it was quick.
He was alive. He was-
The gong was hit for the third, and last time.
The final wave forced him to puke, which he went along with, trying his best to not suffocate with it like the first guy. A blink, and he noticed that it was blood, coming out from his mouth in worrying amounts.
His insides abruptly felt like shattering, and he yelled, as his whole body seemed burning up, a harsh and painful contrast compared to what heâd been feeling seconds ago.
Jay wasnât able to keep a shriek from escaping him, when the power heâd felt in him for as long as he could remember reached for his limbs, and exploded. The scent of burning skin made it to his nostrils, and he held his middle, as if trying to stop his insides from escaping him like his powers had. Only when he did, he sensed his lightning breaking apart.
Millions of pieces, made of parts of his powers, going absolutely insane, and making his body spasm.
Getting electrocuted was a familiar feeling. One he despised, but was never able to escape for too long when it came to dealing with his own incompetence and ignorance. Or when he would redirect lighting on their ship, to protect the ones he cared about.
But just like his power, these thoughts were shattered, making him cry, as his head hurt too much for him to keep up with.
So he didnât.
He let these words and images get torn into pieces, shards feeling like they came to his heart, pulling his whole torso in a constricting sensation that once again made him think like he was about to die, just like that. The boiling sensation kept on increasing, causing his whole body to feel like he was burning alive.
Something clicked, then, and his vision became too blurry to understand. The red lights made it so he didnât know where he was anymore, the distant image of people he used to know breaking apart again and again, causing his mind to shatter as well.
And once it was all gone, he vomited again, hugging himself tightly as if trying to at least keep his body in one piece. His shoulders slowly felt heavier, and the fur that had been around his sensitive skin suddenly ceased to be.
Though this was the last thing Jay cared about, as he fell to his knees, the collide with the ground making his bones almost rattle. The way his fingers kept twitching made him wonder how they hadnât broken yet.
His breathing was difficult, with a voice that had turned hoarse at yells and cries of pain he hadnât even been aware to be letting out.
He was about to die. He didnât know how the feeling was so familiar, perhaps due to the blood that accumulated in his breathing pipes, akin to water, filling his lungs until there could be no air passing through. His heartbeat was diminishing, yet it stayed as the only thing Jay could hear.
So he caught it. He caught his heart, for it was all that was left to him.
His will to stay alive. His will to have something of his own, that would make him whole.
And it was a heart burning with rage.
This, was what pulled all the pieces back. What once had tried to escape him, was now caught back by the sheer amount of anger he felt at how fate and destiny had treated him.
What does it mean? The question went away as soon as it brushed his mind, the violent waves of power crushing anything that wasnât meant to be like it away.
Thoughts. Feelings.
They no longer mattered.
All that mattered was power. Stitching back all that had been separated.
His lightning felt growing. Launching itself and balancing his body in positions and forms that meant both a cry for a help and the picture of a violent force forbidding anyone to get close.
Then came the fusion.
The skin that made the inside of the mask slithered in through his pores, pulling and tearing its way through to have full possession of him, and share its cursed strength to the one that had dared to agree with its ways. Jay wanted to wonder if this was what it meant to meddle with dark magic.
But he couldnât even do that, screaming again with his broken voice at the violent intrusion he had allowed for someone elseâs game.
Foolish. Foolish. He always was foolish.
The foreign matter didnât bother to be careful, before settling in- although not without damaging the inside of his mouth some more. It forced out more blood out, kicking out whatever was left that wouldnât be useful to this newfound power.
A final deep breath, and Jay feltâŚ
Liberated.
Gone, was the weight that had been caused by his soul and mind shattering and leaving behind too many pieces to carry. His whole body now felt light, lungs freed enough to give him as much space as needed for the air he needed to live.
The power felt lurking in his systems, flowing and giving him feelings heâd never felt before.
It was pure bliss.
After a few minutes, Jay blinked, his vision coming back, although with nothing to muffle it this time. The euphoric sensation slowly escaped him, letting reality settle back in his mind. Feelings of what was around and on him came back, making him tighten his fists.
He felt as though his sweat had drenched all of his clothes, along the blood. His chest kept expanding in grand moves, each breath making his body quiver, as he tried to catch his breath properly, and return oxygen to his brain.
When he did, his head returned to its previous heavy state, with each pulse increasing the pressure at an impossible rate. Yet, this stayed incredibly dull compared to what having worn the mask the first time had felt like.
He opened and closed his mouth, stretching his jaw to check if it hadnât changed, or if the muscles there hadnât torn apart. They had certainly felt so. He checked his limbs as well, particularly his hands, by opening and closing them multiple times.
Everything was good, it seemed.
Bringing his hands up, he checked his face, wanting to make sure everything was still there, and if he hadn���t just imagined the mask going inside of his skin.
But he hadnât. The mask wasnât here anymore.
He rubbed at his neck, but scratched himself, making him hiss. He looked at his hands.
Claws had grown, there. The gloves hadnât even torn, having adapted to the new form they had gained. Closing his eyes, he then oversaw how his powers reacted to the newly added strength.
The response was immediate, surge of powers making his body twitch, and forcing him to gasp for air again. Opening back his eyes, he saw these bridges of electricity between his fingers, going all the way to the tip of his fingers, before disappearing, over and over again.
He chuckled, snapping his fingers. It created a small blow, enough to shake his curls. He then got back up, not bothered to look at the people around him, despite the loud whispers. Directing his gaze in front of him, he then aimed for a wall with his fingers, before sending his lightning there.
The stone that made the wall exploded, pieces of wood and rocks flying everywhere in the room, and allowing dust to float freely.
Jay snickered, feeling this happy buzzing inside of him, always here in the aftermath.
Fuck yeah.
He had missed this so much.
âŚI wonder who thisused to be.
Walking away from the gravestone, he added the wood to the fire he had prepared for the night.
A caravan was in that junkyard, but he didnât feel like he was allowed to get inside, even if no one was there. No matter how cold it could get in the desert at night, this wasnât his home, and he was simply there as a guest. He wasnât even sure why he had traveled all the way here, but by the time he had realized where he had gone to, the sun had been long gone, leaving him with no choice but to set up camp here.
At least this spot was empty. It was a welcoming change compared to the crowded and suffocating places that had been the Administration or staying with the Wolf Clan. Although he had always been on his own in these previous positions, here the loneliness was one much better then what heâd dealt with in these last few years.
Jay hoped that there at least wouldnât be any wild creatures to attack him. Fighting back without his powers had proven to be more difficult then he had expected. Thankfully, he had kept the gun from his time in the Administration; a great way to defend himself.
He sat on the ground, and looked at the fire crackling in front of his feet, relieving the itch on his face by scratching it as much as he could. No doubt his skin had not only turned red, but with marks left behind as well. Damn it.
âŚBeing without that mask was going to be very hard. It had adapted to his skin- or maybe it had gifted him a second one. He wasnât sure. He didnât understand any of this.
All he knew, was that whenever he had been wearing it, even if for a short time, it had been granting him such an incredible thrill that he already knew just couldnât be compared.
Oh, he had felt like he was on top of the world. As if nothing couldâve ever stopped his powers and him, from getting back at everything that had been unfair to him up to this point.
Now, all he had left were scars. From wearing this cursed mask, and bearing these powers that had never been truly his, but anotherâs hidden through his own element.
Jay had no idea if he missed the mask, its power, or if this was all caused by how much he missed his lightning.
His eye twitched; he shouldâve listened to his urge, in that moment, and killed her. Destroyed her. And now that he hadnât, the feeling of regret was unbearable.
He wanted to tear at his skin, but he didnât even have the claws left for that. Only his poorly taken care of nails, dirty and gnawed by his need to relieve his anxiety and surges of powers every time he hadnât been wearing the mask.
âŚJay missed it all, as much as he cursed it all.
Had he not followed Ras, he would have never lost his powers. Had he stayed in the Administration, in this false life of his, he would have never been bothered by flashes and addictions he had never been prepared to face. He wouldâve found his own way to his demise, sure, but at least through a path never led by others.
How had any of what I heard so farsounded right? How could I fall for their lies?
Jay frowned, thinking back on what he had listened to again. He didnât believe them at all. Their fake storiesâŚ
Everyone lies. Theyâre all the same. Great warrior my ass. Jay now didnât doubt that Ras couldâve lied to him, and it upset him greatly. What for?! To give him hope, and then crush it all in the next moment because of his so called failure? Gah!
He thought back on that woman he had fought. She too, had pretended to know him.
The sweet tone he could remember from her voice made him grit his teeth.
Even if she and her team had been right, why had they never come for him? It had been years. He had found himself all over again, since then.
âLetâs theorize that it was because they had no idea of where I was. Fine.â Jay clenched his fists. âWhy didnât they come get me when I was kicked out?â
His words were barely above a whisper, not even heavy enough to be carried around by the wind.
He stopped moving, forbid himself from flinching, focusing on the sounds of the burning fire so he could shift it as a background noise so his brain wouldnât have to bother itself with. He then closed his eyes, and just⌠listened.
Strong wind, making the abandoned metal around him creak softly, and passing through small and tight openings, whistling all around him.
Deep down, he knew he waited for another noise. The snap of a branch, or the crunch of the sand under someoneâs shoe that would make his hair bristle in apprehension. The sign that someone would come for him.
So he waited.
Until moments later, silence was still all that answered him.
He cursed, bringing his knees up to hug them, and huddle in a smaller position.
Jay didnât know what else he had expected. Of course this wouldnât happen.
He was alone. Heâd always be, in the end. And it seemed like⌠he wasnât enough. Not enough to make up for the help given to him, nor enough for people that were supposed to care about him to come back and find him. Loneliness was all that awaited him. He understood that.
⌠And despite feeling like this, he didnât feel as he thought low he wouldâve.
No. Quite the contrary.
Jay was⌠appeased. After all, that meant he could finally build a life. Even if it wouldnât be much.
Throughout the years, he had learned that he had to move forward in order to survive. To do as told, and never question what he was ordered to do, or face consequences. Whether it had been the Administration, or Rasâs Wolf Clan.
So now, knowing for sure that no one and nothing was going to hold him back was freeing. Enough to get rid of these incessant thoughts bugging his mind, at least. Yet not quite enough to get rid of that pressure in his stomach.
Because all of this meant that he had nothing. He never had, and he never would. It left him⌠empty.
At the end of the day, it meant that he was nothing.
He watched the sparks escaping the fire. Like lightningâs, in a sense, but much less volatile, and not as comforting. He followed their trails, until his gaze ended up towards the stars. Had he known their names, a lifetime ago? The paths they traced, and how they never changed?
But it mustâve changed after the Merge. There was no doubt about that. Even something supposed to never be in motion except throughout centuries had completely shifted, no matter how infinite and big it mustâve always felt to him.
Everything had changed.
How was he supposed to find his past self if nothing was the same?
I donât. Thatâs how. There was no need to waste time for something so meaningless. At least he hoped.
He sighed, glad to be protected from the chill of the night.
Warmth whenever it was cold was always a better thing. It was a comforting presence he had never admitted to enjoy in front of him. His⌠his heart kinda regretted that now.
Jay blinked at the dark sky.
âŚWho-
Something flashed before his eyes, too fast for him to identify what it was. It aimed for him, reaching its target in a millisecond.
Lightning had just struck him.
He shouted, feeling his powers immediately coming back to him, making him fall on his hands and knees.
Fuck. He hated that feeling. The one of his body getting electrocuted by his own life source, because he just couldnât control it right.
Come on! He hit the ground with his fist, spitting on the grass as he grasped at the insanity of his power. He kept gritting his teeth, until finally, the lightning settled in, and buzzed happily to be back in its rightful place, with its rightful owner.
Jay took a deep breath. Yeah. Missed you too.
Since the start, his lightning had been the only thing there for him. To be reunited with it again brought tears to his eyes, both of joy, and anger.
At having lost them in the first place. At losing them to that damned water ninja.
I love you, Jay. I will always love you.
The memory of the womanâs desperate face flashed back when he shut his eyes to get rid of his tears.
An act. It wasnât that difficult to pretend emotions after all, was it?
If he ever saw her again⌠he was pretty sure he wouldnât hesitate to kill her.
She hadnât hesitated to defeat him. Pretty fucked up for someone who was supposed to care, like she wanted him to believe.
Or maybe sheâd been following orders, like I was.
Jay shook his head. Whatever the reason, it clearly wouldnât justify anything. Nor would it tarnish the way his heart dripped hatred into his blood, making him even angrier then before.
The medallion felt heavy in his pocket.
Too heavy, this time.
He took it, and looked at the shape.
âŚIt was a missing piece. He could see that now.
Jay didnât want to be that. The missing piece of someone instead of being his own person. Of a puzzle he had nothing to do with.
What kind of life could he expect if all he was supposed to be was a pawn placed by others, and never able to have his own free will? The piece in a long chain of supposed important people. Full of important tasks, to serve the greater good of some kind of Great Administration, or a Great Cause of some Delusional Clan.
Heâd be no oneâs missing piece. No oneâs lost part.
He was his own soul. No matter how shattered it felt, and how many little pieces of it were left.
Jay threw the heavy piece in the fire, the weight in his heart never tarnishing during the long time he watched it in the flames, as the moon advanced its course. He stayed that way, holding his limbs tightly against him, while taking deep yet suffocating breaths.
Until, it finally started to melt.
The slightest tint of gold, pearling down as it became a liquid again, and advanced on the darker metal it was attached to.
Never again.
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