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"This is all part of my own scheme, you have lost Aether," Gruntijackal said chuckling as his spirit was being sucked into the Dark Portal.

The Demonic Announcer's voice showed a slight tinge of wonder, as well as fear, "Well, it is only right that I take back my own place, or the balance of the gifts will be shattered."

Magma-Man forced Kevin's arm to move as he reloaded his Skullcrusher, "I'm just glad I've got to space again."

Daniel Smith forced Nikolai's body to punch Magma-Man. "The Announcer is right you know, ve must be careful in planning our next move. Zere might be dire consequences should ve not understimate this Aether being. This 'Gruntijackal' of which you speak does not plan lightly," Richtofen said from Sniperteam's body. Sniperteam's body was still mostly frozen, making walking a slow and numb experience.

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A pink dust came flying from thin air, before coming together in a group. "I must find a mortal body for this task," the dust spoke in a sterotypically ghostly voice.

The dust touched the nearby trees, their once gracious healthy brown trunk now greying and cracking. The branches lowered, plants dropping and splitting apart. Laying ahead of the dust was the body of a fairly young mountaineer, killed by the impact of another Aether Spirit. The hair barely touching a small pool of crystal clear. His body looked as if he had just dropped dead, with no wounds visible. He had an almost peaceful look, with only one major difference from humans; his eyes glew an azure aura from within.

The pink dust then expanded, as if exploding in space, spreading to the sorrounding forest. The plantlife slowly began to wither, as well as the trees. A group of deer then began to deteriorate before collapsing, dead. As the ground around the mountaineer died, and the water pool behind him turned purple, the eyes opened. The pink dust retracted to make a farely humanoid figure. "Awake, CaptainMacMillan. Vengeance must be ours," Gruntijackal spoke.

MacMillan rose, slowly looking around his new body, coming to the realisation that he landed on this man, "What, has happened?"

"All in good time, friend, all in good time," Gruntijackal calmly spoke as MacMillan's eyes turned red with 115's potent powers.

Lament of the Dead

26th September 2011