Brasjral

@Setsunakeri @AuranEclipse 
          Riko stepped through the portal which had been opened for his use, clicking his tongue. The apparent lack of objects surprised him, as he could locate hardly any echoes. Stepping aside, he waited for his counterpart to enter as well.

NeoLord

@Brasjral @Setsunateki After explaining, he would dip his head once after standing up and tucking his hands into the pockets of his jacket. He would smile at both of them once when he lifted his head back up—the dip of his head being a sign of great respect within The Sinigratted—before speaking. 
            
            "I will have to part ways with you guys, though. I have things I would like to do and things that I probably need to do now that things have been ended with that. I trust that you guys have good judgement and won't just pass them out to anybody, but if there are select individuals that seek out living obsimantine weapons, escort them here and ask for Sasharii." He cast them a knowing smile. "She will help out." With that, he opened up a window to a place that obviously wasn't The Sinigratted and then walked through. When he walked through, the rift would change, reflecting the territory of @Midnight_Legacy. Should they walk through, the rift would close immediately afterwards.
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NeoLord

@Brasjral @Setsunateki "With these weapons, it's all based on will. If you want its effect to initiate, you just have to want it to when its drawn. When you want it to stop, it will stop."
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NeoLord

@Brasjral @Setsunateki "To answer your question, Riko, the plasma works just about the same as an acid, however it melts just about everything, including other acids. There's not really another simple way of explaining it." He then turns his gaze to Setsuna. "Glad I can help."
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NeoLord

A window opened from where Eclipse previously was, and when he walked through and stepped into the hazy, oxygen-thin realm, there was a fiery-orange mist, small enough in thickness so that it was almost thought to be a trick of the mind, swirling around his boots to eradicate the mud and otherwise dirt that would be on them from where he was. 
          
          The window would close, and Eclipse would close his eyes. A telepathic command to his Chosen, they would all direct a select group of individuals to combat the very threat that he had made his presence known for in the first place. It was time he offered what he showed up for.