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Post by Psyga315 on Aug 12, 2012 14:29:55 GMT -5
Fire illuminated the night sky, as a forest became nothing more than in inferno. More of this fire was flung from the Wizard’s hands as he flung them to Kiva, the man he was told to capture. However, the cloaked figure was too fast to be hit by the fireballs, dodging every single flame that came his way, and soon it simply created more fires. It was immensely frustrating for Wizard. “Just… HIT!” He thought to himself, flinging the fireballs towards Kiva. Finally, he thought he’d get a hit. However, Kiva jumped out of the way, the fireball creating a huge explosion that propelled him upwards. Wizard managed to get out of the fire, only to notice Kiva standing on a gray rock paved on the ground and painted with segments of white lines. The rock seemed to go on forever. It occurred to Wizard that Kiva was standing on what this world considers a road. “ WIZARD!” Kiva shouted, his golden eyes piercing out from the dark shroud that the hood created. “ Give up this foolish quest! You can never be able to beat me!” “ That is where you’re wrong, Kiva! I have with me several Magic Circuits! If I can’t beat you alone, then I will employ others to my cause!” Wizard said. “ You wish to have lackeys do you the dirty work? I expected better from my mentor!” Kiva said, laughing. A light illuminated the road as the two heard the faintest sound. Like the growling of a mighty beast. “ If it means having you behave and give up this stupid pursuit for your end, then yes! Yes I will!” Wizard said. The growling got louder as the light became brighter. Wizard looked at two eyes coming his way on the road. What sort of beast was it? He wondered. “ FOOL! In the dark of the night, I will find The Forbidden One and he shall pass onto me the magic I need to become stronger!” Kiva said as he backed up. The beast passed him. It was massive in length and its head and body were separated, connected only by what was at the bottom of the beast’s head, near its short, stubby, yet fast moving legs. The beast announced itself with a loud roar: “ VROOOOOOOOOM!”. After the beast passed, Kiva was nowhere to be seen, presumably using the beast’s movement to his advantage and escaping. The Wizard gripped his fists and shouted out at the top of his lungs. “ KIVA! I’LL FIND YOU! I’LL FIND YOU IF I HAVE TO BURN DOWN THIS ENTIRE WORLD!” Soon, he heard another beast moving his way. It also had bright lights, but there were also flashing red lights. It’s roar was also odd, the roar went on and on, picking up in volume, then lowering down, then repeating that same process. There was also another part of the roar: “HONK! HONK!” In between the roars, it would squawk. Was it some sort of rare bird? The Wizard didn’t wish to know and so he too ran off, disappearing into the night.
"The Multiverse, a plane of space containing many worlds. People have gained the power to travel these worlds, some use these powers for good, and others use it for evil. The stories of these worlds are eternally told through books, games, and shows, with those watching unaware that they truly exist. But when a select few would... they would soon take...”
June 10, 2002. There was a major buzz going around Austin, Texas. A partial solar eclipse was to be shown today. Many people were gathering together to see the marvel and magnificence of the eclipse, however brief it may be. Nash Russell, however, was busy studying for the upcoming exams. He was in Speakeasy with his friend. Nash tried to pay no attention to his moustached friend with a leather jacket and the Superman shirt underneath, as he focused more on the book he was reading than him. Didn’t stop Joe from trying to talk to him. “Hey man, as soon as we’re done with this little study group thing, you wanna go back to my house, and we can play some Halo?” Joe asked. Nash just looked up at Joe and gave him a simple “you’ve got to be kidding me” look. Joe smile faded as Nash continued to read. It was annoying for Nash to keep on reading when Joe kept pestering him on about being his friend and all that jazz. It was annoying, and Nash wished for a way out. {OOC: Pretty much have your characters go about their routine way for now…} |
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Post by Mahou Moerin on Aug 12, 2012 15:31:50 GMT -5
Mary, Mary, quite contrary...A loud yawn echoed throughout the cluttered basement room as another day in the average life of Mary Smith began. After rubbing her eyes, she checked the clock by her bed. 08:15... It was strange to be up so early on a holiday, but she had reason to be up at this hour. For once, her ordinary, average life had taken a turn for the interesting. She checked the back of her hand and, yes, it was still there. The glowing red sigil on the back of her right hand... The Command Seals that marked her out as a Master in the Holy Grail War. With this, she was special. With this, she would finally show the world that she wasn't just some normal, boring, average girl. With this, she... Her happy trail of thought plummeted quickly once she remembered what Servant she had summoned. Not only Caster, generally considered the worst of the bunch, but... She sighed as she looked at the tiny girl curled up beside her, clinging to the doll she always carried around. She could hardly believe that this little girl was supposed to be the demon summoner Faust. She looked so sweet and innocent. She didn't seem like she could hurt a fly, let alone another Servant. ...Why couldn't I have summoned... I dunno, anything other than her? Maybe even a cute guy, a knight in shining armour who'd sweep me off my feet and, um, ahah... Oh right, that's because I screwed up the summoning ritual. Ugh...Sighing, she gave the tiny girl a soft prod on the shoulder. "Hey, Caster... Time to wake up. We need to go over the stuff we found out last night, okay? Hey... Wake up, Caster!"
Holly's Bizarre Adventure"That's right, fill her up. I'll be back after I've had a bite." Casually waving at the station attendant behind her, Holly left the luridly decorated motorhome (a Kiss Kamper, to be specific; the only real difference between it and a regular motorhome was that painted across its sides were the images of several men in black and white facepaint and incredibly flamboyant outfits) behind her as she headed for the bar nearby. It looked like a rather disreputable place for someone of her apparent age to enter, but she paid it no heed; after all, there were far scarier things than drunken thugs out there in the world. She should know; after all, she was one of them. "Ah. Um... Hey, guys, ahah..." she nervously said, as every eye in the bar turned to her as soon as she entered. Thankfully, they all merely shrugged and went back to what they were doing, but... Great, a bar full of Hell's Angels. Hopefully this goes better than last time... Could she really be seen at fault for what happened then, though? All she did was kill off an entire chapter of the Angels after one of them stabbed her for mentioning that she thought Music From "The Elder" actually wasn't as bad an album as its reputation suggested. Seriously, some people have to realize that music isn't serious business... Too late for that, though, since they were dead and all. Oh well... "...Pint of milk," Holly said immediately upon sitting at the bar. Judging from the disapproving look the bartender gave her, she assumed she should ask for something else. "Uh... I mean, um... Uh... Bloody Mary." "ID." came the gruff response. "...Oh. Crap, um..." Curse that eternally 16 year old body of hers. "... Virgin Mary." Sighing in mild frustration, the girl waited a few moments until her drink was served to her in a somewhat grubby glass. Deciding she'd already tried the bartender's patience enough, she neglected to mention this and took a swig. ...Had better, I guess. As she put the glass back down on the bar, she noticed a rather... Odious biker giving her the eye. She tipped her hat to him, and was about to go back to her drink when, apparently taking that as his cue, he walked over to the bar and sat beside her. ...Oh well, at least that's dinner sorted out... Ugh.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2012 15:52:19 GMT -5
Rosalie yawned.
She'd gotten some sleep last night, that much was true, but much of that night had been spent feeding. It was a wholly necessary part of the small girl's life, given her nature as a vampire. However, that did not mean that it didn't cut into her sleeping time any less. That said, at least the blood she had drank that night tasted good, and the sources of her meals would awaken totally unaware of what had happened. Maybe slightly woozy, but other than that perfectly fine. That said, for today...
She was a little tired, still. But she could bear it, it wasn't as if this was the first time that she had spent more time then usual on feeding, and her sleeping had suffered for it. Besides, she had already awakened late enough. She would not sleep in any later, no matter how much she wanted to. Rosalie pulled the blankets off of herself. They were a deep shade of red, one found on much of Rosalie's furniture and clothing. The sheets underneath were black, a color(or rather the absence thereof) also found on much of Rosalie's furniture and clothing. It one were to judge Rosalie's nature solely on the colors she preferred, they could probably guess she was a vampire. However, there was much more to her then that, and most people had her pegged as 'eccentric rich girl with a passion for gothic lolita'. Rosalie certainly wanted to be seen as a refined noblewoman, that was for sure. Her style of dress, her mannerisms, it was easy to convince people that you were just a rich girl when that's what you were. In addition to being a vampire, but the rich girl thing certainly wasn't a lie on Rosalie's part. Besides, it wasn't as if she was the sort of person to kill anyone. Well, unless they attacked her, but she could easily get blood and leave the source of her meal alive. Rosalie didn't want to kill the innocent people she got her blood from, but she still needed blood and therefore just took it in small enough amounts that they would awaken feeling woozy but otherwise perfectly fine.
Her bed was... sizable, to say the least. Much larger than the small girl who slept in it. Her room lacked windows and was lit with several lamps and lighting fixtures instead. Rosalie scooted to the edge of the bed and swung her legs off the side before hopping down. Her nightgown was an off-white color with red trim. She stretched, then turned towards the door. She would start to get dressed, but... Rosalie expected Maylene to be opening the door any minute now.
Elsewhere, in the same world...
Chie didn't flinch when the gun was raised towards her. She had plenty of time to act before it was fired, and that time was best spent on figuring out how best to disarm the man raising the firearm. She had little experience with firearms, as they were both rare in Japan due to strict regulations and attitudes, and her targets normally had far superior weapons to guns. However, this did not mean she didn't know how to deal with the small black weapon held in the suit-clad man's hand. The angle for her next attack was simple to judge. She had made far trickier hits then this. It was all about making sure the knife generated at the right angle. For Chie, this was easy. She regarded the man expressionlessly for a moment, before leaping into action.
She swung the Scarf of Knives in an arc in front of her. All she needed was one, single knife for this. The knife appeared, and was propelled by the Scarf towards the target. In an instant, it had embedded itself into the side of the man's gun, just as he attempted to fire.
"Wh-wha?!" the man took a step back, before frantically pulling out a police baton. "What the hell are you?!"
Chie put on a burst of speed. When she arrived directly in front of the man, her next moves were put into action. First, she sidestepped, dodging a swing from the police baton. Then, she kicked him sharply in the side of the knee, forcing him down on one knee. Then, she raised on leg up and brought her heel down, hard, on his neck, slamming him to the ground and incapacitating him. He would live, of course. Chie had no desire to kill anyone but her target.
She left the hallway behind her filled with the unconscious bodies of several dozen men clad in suits. A few had guns lying nearby, similarly skewered by knives. The ornate, black door ahead of her marked the room her target would be found in. Chie swiftly opened the door with one hand, and came upon the man within. He was in his forties, thin, and clad in a suit himself. He sat behind a wide desk adorned with various random items, before a bookshelf, surrounded by several other shelves with assorted miscellaneous objects. At the moment he was shakily raising yet another gun towards her.
"Statement One: Chie apologizes, but this is a portion of her goal," Chie said, her tone completely neutral, raising the Scarf of Knives. All her genuine apologetic feelings were internalized.
"S-stay back!" cried her target, "Stay b-back or I'll-"
Chie swung the Scarf. The knives were whipped forward. The target's arm fell limply, and the gun clattered to the floor. Chie lowered her arm.
"Mmnnn... mnnn..." Faust squirmed weakly as her shoulder was prodded. In life, she had been a very heavy sleeper. That had not changed. Even though Servants didn't actually require sleep, when she did sleep... it wasn't always easy to rouse her. After a few moments, the small girl's eyes flickered open. Well, half way, at least. She stared straight at the figure in front of her, and her grip on Gretchen tightened. The figure... her Master... oh, right. Faust's eyes opened fully for a moment, as she sat up, and the shut once more as she yawned and stretched on arm, the other holding Gretchen tightly against her chest. Her free arm rubbed her eye a little, before returning to clutch Gretchen against her chest.
A bleary smile came to the small demon summoner's face as she regarded her Master. "Good morning, Master! Gretchen says good morning, too."
Faust held Gretchen up, towards the teenaged girl who was her Master, before returning to clutching her to her chest once more. She really had a wonderful night's sleep, and it certainly seemed to be a good morning... whatever time of the morning it was. Her Master seemed nice, as well. Plus, Gretchen seemed to like her! "I slept really well... Did you sleep well? Did you dream? Did you dream about food? Food is nice. We should have breakfast! A good breakfast, not something that's not tasty or anything. I wonder how many other people are having breakfast right now. I bet there's lots! Gretchen says to make sure we have milk. We really need to make sure of that, since milk is really tasty! Oh, I never asked yesterday, do you like milk? I wonder who first decided it would be a good idea to drink the stuff that came out of a cow... whoever they were, they were a genius! Don't you think they were a genius, Master?"
While she might be slow to wake, Faust was certainly quick to get going.
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Post by Roxas on Aug 12, 2012 16:27:11 GMT -5
As if on que, a teenage-looking girl in a maid's uniform knocked, then entered the room. Going by the timing, you'd think she's expected her mistress to wake up at this time, but given Rosalie's habit of waking up late after feeding, she'd learned to account for a few extra hours of sleep.
"Did you manage to sleep well, mistress?" Maylene asked, approaching with a freshly laundered dress in her hands. Leaning slightly, she stared closely at Rosalie's face. "...I think you could still use some sleep, mistress."
Not that she expected Rosalie to simply go back to sleep. Instead, she merely unfurled the dress, ready to help clothe her master. It was her duty, after all, and one she took rather seriously. And with a great deal of satisfaction. For various reasons, really.
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With a spring in his step, the blonde boy dressed in mostly-white robes was walking to a nearby town, twirling his weapon like a baton. A very heavy baton, but a baton nonetheless. Poor twirling aside, it was quite clear that this person was a White Mage. With an unusual choice of weapon. But hey, that at least meant this White Mage was capable of travelling on his own, right? Surely he must know how to use that thing if he's carrying it?
Well, that opportunistic thief from back there probably realised that in his last moments.
With his pouch of gil considerably heavier than it was, and with a few spare ethers gained on top of that, Shiro the White felt he'd gotten some nice loot for a few hours of fun. Oh, how he enjoyed letting his playmates look death in the eye, welcome it, prepare themselves for... then deny them that right! Bring them back from the verge, let them know that no, he was not yet done. Ah, the expressions people pulled...
Lost in his own happy thoughts, Shiro continued along.
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Post by Vinestar on Aug 12, 2012 16:59:14 GMT -5
"Here's your meal, Masters. Don't leave a single scrap behind." Thrusting her tray of embarrassingly decorated foodstuffs at the googly eyed males in the establishment, Nao withdrew from the table. Wondering why people would pay so much for such candid meals not even cooked by the maids they were ogling, the blue haired girl simply went on her job. Unlike the others in the cafe, she was rather brusque. The job was a means to an end, nothing more. Oddly enough, she was one of the more popular characters in the ratings, something called "tsundere".
Shrugging as she continued her work, the dimunitive girl took mental stock. Just one a bit more... then she could buy more Jin Mo-Ri merchandise. Smitten by the unbelievably strong boy the first time she saw him, Nao always made sure to be there when the underground tournament went on. So graceful... so powerful... so amazing. He had all the qualities the girl was looking for, one of a masterful warrior. And the next match was tomorrow!
Glancing back at the clock, the girl let out a small sigh as she realized her final shift at this place was over with. Grabbing the paycheck, the girl walked out and into the busy streets of Seoul. It was busy with traffic, both vehicular and pedestrian. It felt good to be free of that accursed fetish wear known as the maid outfit, yes. Yawning and stretching, the girl took to the streets. "I wonder if they still have-" Cutting off her words, Nao rushed to the store she had been looking for.
"Kimbap..." Walking out with a sushi like roll of vegetables and seafood, the girl happily munched on it much like a rabbit would eat a carrot. "Mm..." There was nothing quite like healthy fast food after a few hours of demeaning labor. The smile on her face said it was well worth it, a departure from her sullen look while on hour.
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Post by Rain on Aug 12, 2012 20:27:13 GMT -5
Orion stared glumly forwards at the front of the class, waiting for the teacher to arrive. Late... as usual; it was really absolutely nothing of surprise any more, even though she was a 'transfer student' and had randomly joined the class. So, whilst waiting for the teacher to finally make their way here, the white haired girl looked around at her classmates, channelling the base amounts of prana she had to her eyes in order to look at their souls, a trick that she'd developed after making a mess of a lot of surgeries.
As usual, people were rather boring. Issei there looked kind of... off, but she wasn't about to do a complete analysis of him to see why the hell someone normal had prana floating around. Then there was Shirou... and she wasn't even going to ask why he seemed so... stabby, or who the hell had planted a damn scabbard into him. Honestly... it was... bizarre, and the main reason the generally hyperactive girl found herself staring at him almost as much as her favourite, most beautiful target.
Kotone... even though she had no magical potential at all, Orion was determined to make her into a Vampire should she reciprocate. Then they could be together forever! That would be so nice... but she was too scared to ask the girl out, though they seemed to be becoming friends, and she really liked that. It had been way too long since she could safely have a friend and stay in one place; the mass slaughter being an Ancestor entailed had rather... dampened her chances of staying anywhere for long and not getting detected.
But now... now she was free of that stupid compulsion, free as a bird! Free to pursue the object of her affections, free to love just like a human and do anything she could! Free, completely free!
"... hey, Beruton-san... you're talking to yourself and on the table..." one of the vampire's classmates said, poking at the short girl--even by the standards of this place; the middle ages hadn't been particularly great for food availability--and making her realise she had one foot on her chair and one on the desk.
"Ah, um, sorry! I was just thinking about romance and, well, I got a bit carried away with imagining things and... hey, have you ever wondered if it IS possible to be with someone forever?" Orion said brightly, sliding back into her seat and not getting a reply due to the daily slapstick.
In other words, Fujimura Taiga had arrived and fallen flat on her face. Class had started.
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Post by Tachi on Aug 13, 2012 1:00:44 GMT -5
The young boy moved with impressive agility. The dense foliage doing very little to slow him down. To an intelligent adversary, this might seem like a sign that the boy wasn't normal. However to the hungry beastmen, it just meant that their prey was making things difficult.
One of the larger creatures, roughly eight foot tall with a goatlike head and legs attached to a humanoid torso paused for a moment, barking an order for its comrades to stop screwing around. They were faster and stronger than this pathetic child, so catching him should be easier than this. It made no sense that a human should be able to move through the forest easier than them.
Mysteria sighed, these monsters were wasting his time. He was supposed to be putting the fear of god into a lumberjack on the other side of the forest, but no. The wildlife were hungry. Weaving around trees to make the beasts' bows useless, the possessed mage made his way towards a clearing.
Once he was in the open, the boy turned, grinning. Normally, he wouldn't take pleasure in slaughtering mindless animals, but these idiots had wasted his time. He hadn't even had a chance to play with them first. Randomly killing things was best left to the minions of that oaf, Khorne. The King of Fools lived for the expressions his victims showed when he revealed the big twist. The innocent young lad had been possessed by a daemon all along. The longer it took for them to realise, the more fun he got to have. With a flick of his wrist and a few whispered words, he began the punishment game.
The first thing that tipped the gor off to the fact that this hadn't been their best idea was the gurgling cries as a pair of his followers, smaller creatures with far shorter horns, were pinned to a tree on the outskirts of the grove by a large root through their torsos. The goat-headed creature quickly pulled a warhorn from his belt and sounded a retreat. Despite their less than stellar intellect, the otherr monsters seemed to agree that this wasn't worth it. Again, the mage uttered a few words under his breath. This time, a pond in the clearing seemed to drain.
The King of Fools shook his head as the beastmen stepped into an area of swampland that definitely hadn't been there a minute ago. He approached, a mask of childlike innocence on his features, "You can't just ruin my game and then expect to leave without making it up to me." he stated, his tone showing no hint of the sadistic glee he was getting from the trapped beasts' struggles, "That wouldn't be very fair. We'll play a new game to make up for it."
Again, he incanted an arcane phrase. Several of the monsters felt a tug as the roots of a nearby tree began to pull them deeper into the mud. "I'm still not used to this body, so there's plenty of time on the clock. If you can guess who I am and why you were idiots for ruining my fun, I'll let you live. If not, well..."
With a loud yelp, one of the smaller beasts disappeared into the depths.
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It was a quiet day in Soul Society. It seemed that nothing much happened recently. Although with 5th division's former captain imprisoned and the arrancar defeated, that was understandable. So if nothing worth mentioning was happening, it stood to reason that Rin Yukimura had plenty of time to have one more drink before getting back to work, right?
Gazing up at the sky, the slightly tipsy soul reaper poured herself some more of the sake she had recieved from her captain. She would've enjoyed sitting down for a drink with the man himself, but the odds were good that Nanao would object to someone her apparent age drinking. Kind of like she did the last three times she spotted the 5th seat enjoying herself. Sighing and sipping her drink, Rin couldn't help but wonder if the lieutenant would still be as cute if she weren't so serious.
The officer shook her head in an attempt to dismiss the train of thought, which had somehow changed to wondering what she would look like in a maid uniform. Attempting to put on her usual serious face, the slightly inebriated girl returned to her desk and an afternoon of filling in paperwork.
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Post by Flanker on Aug 13, 2012 8:39:19 GMT -5
Flint was in his garage, repairing his motorcycle. The young man was enraptured by another of his characteristic daydreams, though it wouldn't have been immediately obvious to any observers. He often imagined himself going off on some new adventure, and this time was no different: he imagined himself zipping along a highway at top speed, warm wind blowing on his face as he sped toward the horizon. The thought brought a smile to his lips. Ah, that would be wonderful... But for now, he had to deal with a rather stubborn piece of machinery. Frowning, he tried to put a little more effort into the job. There would always be tomorrow, right?
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...STAR WARSKnights of the Old Republic: FuryIt is a dark time for the Galactic Republic and the Jedi Order. DARTH MALAK, Dark Lord of the Sith, has led a campaign of annihilation that threatens to wipe out the crumbling defences of the once proud Republic. With the STAR FORGE at his command, Malak has a limitless army with which to crush all opposition.However, all is not lost. The Sith Lord's former master, REVAN, has turned against his apprentice and led the quest to find the Star Forge's location. Seeking out the Star Maps, Revan and his crew - including the Jedi prodigy BASTILA SHAN, who possesses the rare skill of Battle Meditation - surmounted all the obstacles put in their way, and have finally found the ancient battle station.As the Republic fleet slugs it out with their Sith counterpart, the one-time Sith Lord confronts Malak in a duel that will determine the very fate of the galaxy for millennia to come...
In orbit over an unknown planet, two fleets amassed, uncertain yet aggressive as they poured laserfire toward one another. One of the fleets appeared to be disparate and cobbled together, the main unifying factor being their red, yellow and silver colour scheme. Small "V" shaped craft flitted and darted around the Hammerhead class cruisers and Foray class blockade runners, their delicate bodies being dwarfed both by the capital ships and their larger, chunkier companions that struggled to keep up with them in the more extreme turns. Their opponents, meanwhile, were more uniform, their cruisers' curved, clawlike hulls painted in silvery blacks that faintly reflected the roiling surface of the star below as they defended the space station that was even now churning out more vessels to protect itself. Thin, spindly starfighters swooped and banked among the Interdictor class cruisers and Herald class shuttles, their agility seeming unnatural even for such miniscule machines. Small swarms of the Sith fighters screamed toward the Republic capital ships and their escorts, unloading salvo after salvo of blaster cannon fire in an attempt to overwhelm their larger foe. It was as though an army of mosquitoes had decided to attack a herd of elephants. Eventually, even their sheer weight of numbers could not hope to halt the Republic fleet's advance, a story that was repeating itself elsewhere as the disparate ships began to close in for the kill. Even against the dramatic backdrop of a kaleidoscope of lasers and ships suffering fiery death throes, a far more important battle was taking place within the Star Forge.
Malak grunted slightly - a coarse, tinny sound thanks to his vocabulator - as Revan forced him back, the amnesiac Jedi's lightsaber humming dangerously as it struck home again and again. If the situation had not been so serious, the Dark Lord of the Sith would have been impressed. As it was, the shorter man was proving a far more dangerous foe than he had anticipated. Regaining some breathing room, Malak flourished his lightsaber, the crimson blade growling a warning as it sliced through the air. Letting his hatred and anger toward his master flow through him, Malak swung his lightsaber in a powerful overarm stroke. His superior strength caused Revan to stumble, and with a swift, vicious kick the Jedi was sent sprawling by the blow. If Darth Malak still had his jaw, it would have been fixed into a sadistic smile as his cold eyes looked over his opponent. How disappointing... he thought to himself. So this is how it ends."I expected better, Revan." Malak's voice held a metallic tinge, but that did nothing to disguise the sheer malice running through it. A few bolts of lightning jumped between his hands. "If this is the best you can muster, then the Jedi deserve to fall!" There was no reply except a pained groan as Revan stood up. Although he outwardly appeared fine, the Sith knew that he had done definite damage to his master. Although the Force could heal such an injury, Revan probably would not have a chance to make use of it. Malak's eyes hardened. If Revan wished to die here, then so be it. Charging to meet him, Revan and Malak engaged in battle once more, each man giving and expecting no quarter as they struggled for supremacy, blue and red clashing and sparking with a ferocity rarely seen. |
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Post by Krautman on Aug 13, 2012 10:22:39 GMT -5
Thoraz stood atop a mighty stage in the city of Sigil, in yet another rock-off with aspiring bards who wished to challenge his position as Guitar Hero of the Fourth Plane. And it ended in the same way. A powerslide followed by a lengthy solo. The opponent left dejected as the gnome rose to his feet and stepped down from the stage. It had been a largely uneventful week, he thought as he headed to the nearest coffee shop. Nothing was currently threatening the Fourth Material Plane, and so far he'd kept a steady income by playing a few venues and winning some rock-offs. He finally reached the counter and greeted the barista.
A few minutes later, Thoraz sat sipping his coffee and reading a newspaper in one of the many parks of the City of Doors. He used batted a young halfling's ball back to him before taking another sip and reading the paper. It seemed some Kobolds had been injured during a test of some new funhouse attraction on the other side of town. A real shame, that, he thought as he came to the entertainment section. Apparently they enjoyed his guitar skills, but why wouldn't they? After all, he was Thoraz Rugdumph, Guitar Hero of the Fourth Material Plane! His tasty licks were legend among the planar community, even if he couldn't get ahead due to... something or other. He sighed and folded up his paper, ready to continue his errands.
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Post by Mahou Moerin on Aug 13, 2012 11:29:11 GMT -5
Demons and WizardsMary could only stare blankly at the Servant as she began her onslaught of nonsense. She thought Caster would start making more sense as she got to know her, but she still had no idea what she was talking about half the time. Maybe she needed more than a couple of days to get used to her... "Um... That's... Nice, Caster," she said, crawling out of bed and slipping on a black robe. "Um... So you want breakfast, right?" I think... "Um... Just take a seat and I'll be right back, okay? And then we'll try and figure out something about the pirate and the bowman we saw last night, okay?" Nodding her head towards the small table set up in the cluttered basement, she carefully stepped around the burnt out candles from the summoning ritual that she still had to clear away and headed upstairs. It didn't take her long to return, as her parents seemed to already be out to work. Soon enough, she descended back into the basement, carrying a box of cereal, milk, bowls and spoons. ...She really hoped that "Gretchen" wasn't hungry. Wasting food was not something she cared for, after all.
Creatures of the Night"~Searchin' in the darkness, runnin' from the day~"Holly sang along to the radio as she drove the kamper along the dark mountain road, searching for a place to stop for the day. Sitting atop the table behind her was a newspaper, open on a page containing an article about the mysterious murder of one Benjamin Breeg outside the Helldorado bar the night before. Holly had found it rather amusing that they'd claimed that he'd been shot five times in the chest, the authorities overlooking the fact that most of his blood had been drained. It was always fun to see what kind of story they'd come up with each time. "~Hidin' from tomorrow, nothin' left to say~"For someone who tried to constantly be on the move, the motorhome had seemed like the most convenient investment she could make. For one thing, it meant that she'd always have some shelter from the sun no matter where she went, and seeing her... Condition, there was nothing more important than that. Well, that and finding a regular blood supply. Being a vampire wasn't as easy as the media made you think it was, after all. "~Victims of the moment, future deep in doubt~"Sitting next to the paper was a beat up old journal from the thirties that she'd came across a few years ago, apparently once belonging to someone called "Straights" or something. Despite his... Questionable taste in naming techniques ( ""Space Ripper Stingy Eyes"? Really?"), he seemed rather knowledgable about the whole vampire thing. He'd even met Dio... The other Dio, the one who had made her what she was. Unfortunately, the entries came to an abrupt end after he decided to go after someone called Joseph... Must have gotten himself killed. His own fault for not laying low, she figured. "~Living in a whisper... Until we start to shout! We're creatures of the ni-~ Oh, that'll do." Turning the kamper, she parked it beside a large rocky outcrop, which by the looks of it would provide ample shade, before beginning to close the blinds and curtains. And just in time, too, as the first rays of sunlight began making their way over the horizon as she did so.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2012 12:15:50 GMT -5
"Ah-hah, I'm fine, Maylene," replied Rosalie with a smile as Maylene examined her face. Her maid was so careful and paid such attention to her health. Of course, this was to be expected. After eighteen years of having Maylene in her employ, she knew that the maid was very, very thorough in her duties. Ensuring Rosalie was healthy and got enough sleep was one of them. Of course, today, Rosalie had no desire to return to sleep. Regardless of her level of wakefulness, she didn't want to just go back to sleep after awakening. No, she was going to endure it.
"After all, I slept perfectly well, and didn't lose all that much sleep, so it isn't something to worry about," added Rosalie, her smile growing slightly as she raised her arms. Yet another one of Maylene's duties was dressing the small vampire girl every day. And in the mornings, well... gothic lolita clothing had multiple layers. It was actually a little difficult for Rosalie to simply put on herself. Not as if she couldn't manage it, but Maylene made it a lot easier to get dressed in the morning. And basically all the clothing Rosalie owned was an example of gothic lolita.
"And thank you, Maylene," Rosalie said, with a glance towards the dress as she waited to be dressed.
Faust, by this point, had moved and was now sitting on the edge of the bed and kicking her legs cheerfully, with Gretchen held on her lap. Part of her mind was considering the pirate and the bowman they had seen last night, but for the most part... She recognized the milk instantly, and her expression brightened when she saw it. Milk was, of course, both her and Gretchen's favorite drink, and even though Servants had no need for food or drink she eagerly awaited it. "You brought milk! Gretchen and I are so happy! Well, um, Gretchen can't drink like this but she's still happy! And you also brought... is that candy? I didn't know you could have candy for breakfast! That's great! Candy is all sweet, and tasty... does that mean you can have other sweets for breakfast too? Could we have ice cream for breakfast? What about cake? That would be great! Then every morning could be like a party! We should have a party today! With tea and cake and people and presents and stuff! It could be like a birthday party!"
Faust cheerfully grinned at her Master, before finally re-focusing on the food after her happy rambling. Gretchen was curious about it, but didn't think it was candy... Faust firmly believed it was candy, however.
Chie bundled the Scarf of Knives under one arm, and walked past the dead man in the chair. She took no joy in killing him. It was an unavoidable part of her mission, something she had to do and had no choice otherwise. In this moment, she wished, once again, to apologize. But the dead man wouldn't hear her. There was no point int speaking. Instead, the reached to the bookshelf and began carefully taking books off the shelves. It was here somewhere, the artifact that the dead man's organization had stolen from her masters. They artifact that they had sent her to retrieve. Along with killing the head of the organization, this was the goal of her mission.
She had cleared the shelves of books, and had not found the item she was looking for. Chie immediately moved on to the desk. Here, she was much less... careful. After gently pushing the dead man's chair out of the way, she began swiftly tossing objects aside. If they didn't match the description of the artifact she was searching for, they were tossed to the ground. After clearing the top of the desk, Chie wrenched open the drawer and rifled through it.
She would find the object. It was here somewhere.
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Post by Psyga315 on Aug 13, 2012 13:09:11 GMT -5
Joe and Nash exited the Speakeasy and were on their way via car to the local gathering of where they would see the eclipse. The radio played, as its host was talking about a fire that broke out just outside Austin last night. “ Police believe this to be arson, but there seemed to be no suspect or evidence that said otherwise save for the massive fire that most people believe to be too large for it to be natural...” The host said. Joe switched off the radio and talked to Nash. “Yo, man, ya gotta stop readin’ those books. We might not see this solar eclipse for another millennium! At least enjoy today!” Joe said to Nash, who was reading a book on World War II. “Did you know that if you stare into a solar eclipse, you could go blind?” Nash said, paying no heed to Joe. Joe’s hand tightened on the steering wheel, but he didn’t wish to make it so that Nash saw his frustration. Thankfully, they arrived. “Okay, I’ll meet you up ahead. I’m just gonna pay for parkin’.” Joe said, parking the car next to a meter. Nash got out and tried to find a crowd of people. Hopefully to get lost in. Joe on the other hand, was fumbling about with his spare change, when suddenly he saw a figure who was dressed in a black robe with red glass armor and a matching glass helmet that obscured his face. “ Do you wish to break out of the normal life? If so, then I have just the thing for you. I have a quest, and you look like you want some adventure.” The Wizard said. Joe looked at him and scoffed. “You got to be kiddin' me. Okay, this is the part where I get mugged, right?” Joe asked. The Wizard shook his head and then handed him a stone tablet that was the size of his palm. “ When you feel ready, crush the tablet in your hands, and you will be blessed with magic.” The Wizard then left. Soon, Joe looked up and saw the moon about to merge with the sun. “SHIT!” Joe said as he ran to the crowd to see the eclipse.
Stonehenge. Seconds before the eclipse, a man with pale blue long hair, a long green robe, and a bloodied gold knife that he kept scraping onto a stone, creating a blood circle. In the middle of the circle was a large red ruby cut to a cylinder shape. As he was done, he looked up, and saw the eclipse. He had to act, or the spell will not work. “ COSMOS! The Great and Powerful Tristan orders you to give in to the chaos and unleash discord onto the world! Allow Tristan to have brief control over life, death, time, space, ALL OF REALITY! Allow Tristan to bend the world to his will and perform a single miracle! Allow the Kingstone to grant Tristan his desire! Grant his desire of allowing his lord and his comrades to pass through into this world, so that they may begin a new conquest! THIS IS TRISTAN’S PRAYER! THIS IS TRISTAN’S WISH! FULFILL IT, COSMOS!” The man, Tristan, said. Soon a powerful red light bursted out from the Kingstone just as the sky turned dark. The beam of light flew up to the solar corona. However, as it flew up, Tristan noticed something. The eclipse was only partial. Not total like the ritual said. Tristan tried to stop the Kingstone from casting the light further, but then a powerful force pushed him back. The stone shattered into many pieces, though one of them was levitating. The beam of light split up into many beams of light now, spreading out into the world.
Wherever they were in the world, certain people of different worlds would notice a person sized, blood red portal opening up, creating a powerful force of suction that would bring them into the portal.
The people who gathered to see the eclipse in Austin were disappointed by the fact that it was a partial eclipse. Some people even began to pack up and leave. Suddenly, a large blood red portal opened up in the sky, dropping many of the people who were picked up from the portals onto the town. The Wizard looked up and saw the robed people. “What is going on?” Wizard pondered. |
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Post by Vinestar on Aug 13, 2012 13:42:58 GMT -5
Looking up as she felt the winds change, the girl with a seafood roll in her mouth looked about. The source of the vacuum was rather obvious, a person shaped red thing in the distance was the cause. As she felt her body began dragging itself to the portal, the girl simply sighed and stuffed the remaining kimbap in her mouth before clutching onto a street sign. It was then that the girl felt her miscalculation as the thing was uprooted from the cement and sucked into the portal along with its passenger.
After a few seconds of red, the dimensional hitchhiker found herself high the air above an unfamiliar town. Turning the pole sideways to hit two parallel building roofs, the blue haired girl twirled about on the pole before jumping off and landing lithely on the ground. "Tada." Throwing up her hands in the air, the girl swallowed the last of her food with straight face.
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Post by Roxas on Aug 13, 2012 13:44:13 GMT -5
"If you say so, mistress." Maylene replied with a small smile of her own. Well, tired or not, Rosalie wasn't going back to sleep... she began to dress the vampire. With her assistance, as well as about eighteen years of experience with her choice of clothing, it was fairly quick and easy to do so.
As the maid dutifully adjusted the dress to ensure it was worn properly and comfortably, she noticed something from the corner of her eye. Glancing in its direction, she saw... something forming. Immediately, Maylene stood between it and her mistress, wondering if something was about to appear from it. She hadn't expected the suction, however, and found herself being dragged towards it.
"M-Mistress!" The maid cried out, her eyes wide. "Ge-get away from here! Hurry!"
Desperately, Maylene tried to shield Rosalie from the suction with her own body, as if she could somehow prevent it from passing beyond her.
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Slowing to a stop at the sight of monsters up ahead, Shiro readied his mace. They looked like they were of the goblin family. Weak as hell. Not a problem for someone like himself. Well, best to remove them and continue onward.
As he took another step forward, however, a red thing just appeared in his path. Surprised and wary, Shiro stopped again.
"...The hell is th-"
Then it began to pull him closer. With a cry of fear, Shiro tried to run, but the movement only caused him to practically fly towards the red thing. Weapon held tightly in his weapon, Shiro cried out as he was engulfed in the portal.
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Post by Flanker on Aug 13, 2012 14:33:53 GMT -5
Flint stopped working as soon as he noticed the red light being cast across the garage. His brow furrowing, he spent a moment or two trying to figure out what was happening. Unfortunately for him, this was just enough time for the portal to begin sucking him in. Being entirely unprepared for this turn of events, Flint lurched and tumbled toward the portal, catching glimpses of the gateway as he did so. What the hell is that? he wondered, though the young man never got an opportunity to investigate further before he (and his motorcycle) got sucked into it, along with a few errant tools.
Apparently realising that mystical gates to another dimension should not outstay their welcome, the portal politely closed itself and thoughtfully left behind the now chaotic looking garage for someone to stumble upon.
The fighting had not slowed for a single second. Blow and counterblow blurred into one another, becoming a wall of sound and motion that would have seemed impenetrable to anyone outwith the fight. Malak was growing impatient. He was more powerful than Revan - how could he possibly keep his attacks at bay for so long? He was a Dark Lord of the Sith, and invincible; an amnesiac should not pose a challenge to him.
And yet he did. For every strike that landed home, Revan punished it with a counterattack. The man seemed to be everywhere and nowhere at once, only materialising long enough to hit Malak and then disappear again. Even with his impressive command over the Force, Malak was struggling to keep up with the onslaught.
"I grow tired of this game. You are powerful indeed, Revan, but this farce ends now," rumbled the Sith Lord. Lashing out with dark energy, Malak sent lightning cascading toward Revan, who caught it expertly with the Force. Master and apprentice locked eyes, both trying to overwhelm the other in a deadly tug-of-war. At first it was subtle, but slowly the angry bolts of electricity were repulsed toward their caster. Unable to maintain his defences, Darth Malak was sent hurtling backwards, sparks clawing at the air.
With a meaty thump the Sith Lord hit one of the observation deck's windows, cracking it and falling to the floor. Unsteadily getting to his feet, he fell into a defensive stance as Revan strode towards him, lightsaber blazing. Before either combatant could strike a killing blow, however, Malak felt something tug insistently at his half-cape. Was the observation deck now in danger of depressurising and killing them both? Malak wanted Revan dead, but not so badly that he would get himself killed in the process.
For his part, Revan seemed rather subdued, shock clear as day on his face. Momentarily confused, Malak turned around and saw the source of the disturbance: a blood red, person sized void in reality. He had never felt such a strange sensation through the Force before, either. It seemed to overwhelm both the bitter tang of the Star Forge's dark aura and the beacon that was Revan. What was it?
Unfortunately for the Sith Lord, he found himself being pulled toward it. Despite his best efforts, he was abruptly swallowed whole by the portal, leaving a rather mystified Revan to pick up the pieces of the duel's rather sudden aftermath.
All Flint registered before making a painful landing on terra firma was someone yelling in terror. Scratch that - it was him yelling in terror. Flint only had enough time to let out a deflated moan before he heard a new sound - the tinkling of his tools as they deposited themselves in a neat jumble in front of him. His head swam, and Flint felt groggy as he tried to get a handle of the situation.
All of this came to an abrupt end, however, as his motorcycle slammed into the earth nose first, metal crumpling and glass tinkling as it absorbed the impact. If nothing else, that woke him up.
"My bike!" Flint wailed.
Although he was greatly disoriented, Malak managed to realise that he was suspended in mid-air. Drawing upon the Force, he cushioned his landing and dusted himself off, surveying the landscape with a scowl. How strange. None of the planets in the databases - or those he had encountered before, for that matter - matched this one, at least if his memory served him correctly.
He did not know where he was, and that troubled him, though not quite so much as the uncertainty of not knowing what was happening on the Star Forge. What had happened to Revan? And more importantly, could his forces hold the line with his unannounced exit? He would not have his dreams of galactic domination crushed due to a twist of fate. Nevertheless, he was where he was, and hopefully things would become clearer soon. Very soon, if he was lucky.
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Post by Rain on Aug 13, 2012 18:07:06 GMT -5
Alice was just finishing off drying her hair, Grimoire stashed in her bathrobe's oddly large pocket where no enterprising witch could try and steal it, when a bizarre portal appeared behind her, visible for all of a second in the mirror in front of her before she tumbled backwards into it.
This... naturally lead to a rather awkward landing, due to arriving upside down. The dull thud of flesh hitting concrete, followed by much duller pats as two dolls landed with her, marked the youkai magician's 'landing'. Not that it seemed to faze her, Alice was soon on her feat and brushing herself down, putting on a blank expression as she took stock of what was going on. She was almost naked, had arrived upside down and only had two dolls. On the plus side, Marisa wasn't around, so the chance of random perving was quite low.
Orion turned into an alley to take a shortcut, reflexively activating her soul-viewing spell when she saw unfamiliar people there. One was unquestionably a magus, and using her circuits at that, which was downright bizarre. The other... despite her vast age and experience, the vampire drew back for a second. Approaching from the other end... there was something terribly wrong about the way he looked. Everything was blackened, like hatred and evil had managed to infiltrate into his soul.
Then the portal showed up as she stepped back, blinking out an instant later. Unlike a certain magician, the white-haired female had no difficulty in landing neatly, though her choice to do a handstand and then flip to her feet despite not possessing a magical skirt was a questionable one.
"Huh... didn't think teleportation was possible... has Zelretch shown up or something?" the girl mumbled to herself, not taking note of her surroundings and scratching her head, "I mean, this is Magic, not magic, since magic can't really do teleportation properly... certainly not so effectively like that... it was daytime and all over there..."
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Post by Krautman on Aug 13, 2012 18:46:46 GMT -5
Thoraz sighed as the portal opened. This had happened before, some wizard on a distant plane called for aid, got confused about the arrival of a gnome wearing warpaint and toting around an electric guitar, distrusted his heroic tendencies, and slowly came to respect him. It must be Thursday already. He walked through the portal, looking around.
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Post by Tachi on Aug 13, 2012 20:57:04 GMT -5
As a third beastman sank into the muddy depths, Mysteria found himself reconsidering the merits of playing a guessing game with creatures limited to bleating, grunting and howling. Their struggles and attempts to speak were still somewhat amusing, so the game wasn't a total waste of the daemon's time.
Suddenly, he felt the wind change. A quick look behind him revealed that a portal had opened up. Not one of the rips in space and time he used to create, when he was at full strength, but a portal nonetheless.
Shrugging, the possessed mage walked over to the portal, somehow managing to avoid losing his footing. The look on whatever cultist was on the other side's face when it turned out their daemonic backup was a young boy should be good enough to make up for this game ending prematurely.
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Rin sighed, all of this paperwork was the same; her lazy subordinates asking for time off for trivial reasons. Honestly, someone wanted two weeks off just because they broke a leg? Talk about unprofessional. Glancing at the clock, the tipsy soul reaper continued rejecting the unreasonable requests.
Then she noticed it, the blood red portal opening up. Why hadn't the 12th division sent out an alert about this...what was this? It definitely wasn't a garganta or the gates of Hell, which was a relief. Could it be some kind of secret tribunal about to put her on trial for...appreciating Hanatarou's behind?
Whatever it was, it was sucking in the piles of paper, which meant that if the lieutenant saw her, she was doomed. Grabbing her zanpakuto and a bottle of sake hidden in her desk, Rin leapt into the portal. Regardless of what was on the other side, it couldn't be as scary as Nanao.
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Post by Mahou Moerin on Aug 13, 2012 21:13:14 GMT -5
Demons and Wizards, II"It's not candy, Caster," Mary replied, stifling a yawn as she took a seat opposite the young Servant. Really, how could one girl's imagination be so... So... She was still too tired to think of a word to describe it, but Caster was so that word she couldn't think of. "It's cereal. Here." She poured a bowl of cereal and milk for the Servant, before digging into her own. "So... The two Servants we saw last night. I'm still not sure who the pirate was, but we can check the list of famous female pirates later for someone who matches." She said between spoonfuls. "As for Archer, well... Those skills matched with that outfit mean it can only be Robin Hood. Who else would be able to shoot bullets out of the air with a bow and arr- Um... What's that shaking?" Before the overly imaginative Servant could reply, however, Mary was answered by a portal opening right underneath the breakfast table, sucking in her Formalcraft supplies, her books on magecraft... And, of course, the table with the two of them sitting at it. And not a single change of clothes, meaning that wherever Mary was going, she'd be going there in yellow pajamas and a black robe.
Creatures of the Night, IISince it was the daytime, Holly was lying comfortably in her coffin (a Kiss Kasket, naturally ( yes, this is actually a thing)) inside her motorhome when the portal opened up underneath it. Thankfully, it slipped inside smoothly and somehow survived the fall to Austin unharmed. The shock of the impact, however, caused the vampire to stir. "...Wha...?" Groggily getting out of the Kasket, she stumbled towards the front of the kamper and checked the rear view camera, instantly realising that she was pretty far from where she was when she went to sleep. "...Yare yare daze... Texas."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2012 21:33:46 GMT -5
Rosalie let her arms drop once she was fully dressed and her clothing was properly adjusted. Now, what to do today...
The opening that had appeared in her room cut off that line of thought. Rosalie didn't have much of a time to do... well, anything, when Maylene threw herself in front of her to try and shield her from the suction that the portal was producing. For the moment, it seemed to be working... but what was going on?! What was this sudden incursion into her home?! What was it doing? "What... what... is that?!"
Rosalie could feel herself being pulled up against Maylene, just from the few exposed parts of her body. She didn't want to be pulled through. She didn't know what that was...
Chie blinked. Had one of the books she had placed aside just vanished...? She felt something tugging on her clothes, felt herself losing her footing... immediately, she turned around and saw just want it was. A swirling, crimson portal, drawing everything in the room into it. Chie couldn't see a source, couldn't work out if it was some kind of magic... it couldn't be some sort of defense, these people weren't magi. They weren't even slightly magical. What was this?
Chie lost her footing. Her eyes briefly widened in shock, and she reached out to try and grab the desk... and missed. She saw the knife-riddled corpse of her target get sucked towards the portal, only to get hung up on the desk.
And then, she entered the portal...
And hit the ground with a roll, coming to a halt, eyes still wide in shock. Chie... was frightened. She wouldn't show it, she normally was hard to scare... but suddenly being wrenched from one location to another... she held the Scarf close to herself. As her mind calmed, she became far more worried about being able to find the stolen artifact and complete her mission than where she had ended up. It was an alleyway, somewhere...
Chie straightened.
"Shaking? Is it an earth-"
Before Faust could finish her question and follow it up with a half a dozen others, she found herself falling through a red portal, along with the table, and her Master. All she could really do as this happened was let out a surprised squeak...
... Before landing on the other side of the portal, on her rear, and a lot harder than she would've liked. "Oof!"
She flailed her arms, before abruptly realizing that Gretchen was no longer in her possession. Faust immediately shot to her feet and began looking around. "Gretchen?! Gretchen?! Where are you?!"
Her tone was frantic, and terrified. There was very real fear in her eyes, as she tossed aside books(and even pushed the table aside) in search of Gretchen. Her friend was gone, she had to find her, she couldn't just... Oh, there she was!
Faust immediately scooped up Gretchen when she saw her, and hugged her tightly. "I was so scared... I know, thank you! I thought I had lost you and that would be terrible! It would be like... um... um... losing my heart or my brain or something, because those are really important and I need them and that's how it is with you!"
After a moment more of hugging and cradling Gretchen, Faust immediately went to look for her Master. She hoped she wasn't hurt, she liked her Master... she was nice and everything!
... Hopefully the milk was intact, too...
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Post by Psyga315 on Aug 13, 2012 22:13:08 GMT -5
The portal was a very, very meticulous portal. It spat out the people summoned into two separate groups. One group (OOC: Those allied with Wizard) landed near the crowed of people who just witnessed the portal opening up, the spot being the Republic Square Park, while another group (OOC: Those allied with Kiva) landed on a construction site. The people within those groups weren’t far away from each other, and could even see each other.
People began to chatter about what just went on, a few even clapping at Nao’s performance. Joe, however, spotted someone else.
“Dude! A naked chick just landed! Right in front of us!” Joke said, patting Nash on the shoulder and pointing to Alice. Nash simply punched Joe in the stomach and then walking to Alice and offering her his hand.
“Tch… I guess I should help you up.” Nash said.
“My, my, what do we have here?” The group at the construction site heard a voice. If they were to look, they would see a man with a black robe, the only things they could see were his golden eyes and his mouth drizzling in blood. He then dropped his latest kill, a construction worker, onto the ground, where its corpse crashed against the dirt. The two bite marks on its neck is a tell tale sign of what this man was: a vampire. The robed figure then walked forwards, to the Sith Lord with a metallic jaw.
“Did someone from up above send me some followers?” Kiva narrated to himself. Out loud.
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Post by Krautman on Aug 13, 2012 22:37:11 GMT -5
Thoraz, upon seeing the fast approaching ground, put on his sunglasses and summoned his guitar with a lightning bolt, playing a solo as he descended in a powerslide. Upon touching the ground, he skidded painlessly, a skill perfected on tour with a Raptoran band. He continued the solo, fingers moving like the legs of a terrified spider. Upon the last note, he held the guitar aloft.
"Good morning... wherever the hell I am!"
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Post by Tachi on Aug 13, 2012 23:25:49 GMT -5
The King of Fools stood and dusted himself off. That was far from his most comfortable summoning, the lack of flight in this body didn't help matters either. His gaze showed utter boredom as he looked to the man addressing the group. A vampire? How quaint. Sure, vampires could be interesting, but far too many of them were just bloodthirsty monsters or idiots that thought a legion of shambling corpses was enough to conquer The Empire.
Still, this place was nothing like anywhere the daemon had been before and perhaps this particular vampire...and the others in the area could prove entertaining, so he would play the role of his "follower" for now. Worst case scenario, the bloodsucker got boring, in which case he could answer the question that just popped into his mind: 'Does a tree root count as a wooden stake?'
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Rin breathed a sigh of relief as the portal desposited her not in the chambers of the Central 46, but in the sky over a city. Slowing her descent by solidifying an angled path of spirit particles under her feet, the soul reaper touched down. Whatever had brought her here would need investigating, perhaps asking the 12th division to send a gigai was in order.
Stowing the small bottle of alcohol she held within the sleeve of her hakama, she looked around. A midget with facepaint and a guitar. Odd. A cute girl wearing nothing but a bathrobe. That...That would require some investigation once she knew what the hell was going on here. A child looking around and holding a doll. Not exactly the kind of thing a seated officer should have to concern themselves with, but a lost child was a far more serious issue than the robe-wearing girl.
The soul reaper began to wonder if she had just passed out at her desk as she approached the young girl. She quickly dismissed the thought as ridiculous, in part because she only had two drinks and in part because the leather-clad guitarist present wasn't lieutenant Hinamori, Hisagi or Matsumoto.
"Are you lost?" she asked, putting on a slight smile. Even if she couldn't help the child find her parents, she could at least try. It felt like the girl had some impressive power, so the soul reaper figured being a ghost shouldn't be an issue.
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Post by Roxas on Aug 14, 2012 6:15:00 GMT -5
The suction was too strong, it was pulling them both in. Unable to protect her mistress from... whatever the hell this thing was, when it inevitably came time to be pulled inside, Maylene turned, grabbing Rosalie's wrist and pulling her closer, until she held the vampire to her body tightly. Whatever happened, she wouldn't let herself be separated!
However, whatever Maylene expected to happen - to be crushed, or spat into the vacuum of space, or something equally disastrous, didn't. Instead, she found herself falling to the ground. Surprised, she didn't have much time to adjust her position much, only make sure she landed on the ground, and Rosalie didn't.
"...A-are you... okay, mistress?" Maylene asked with a wince. That had been a fairly painful fall...
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With a frightened yell, Shiro fell to the ground with a dull thump. Groaning, he rolled along the ground, trying to regain his senses. After a few moments, he was able to cast a Cure spell on himself and get to his feet, weapon still in hand. He stared at all the people around him suspiciously, wondering if one of them was responsible for... whatever the hell had just happened to him.
...Oh hey, one of these guys was a murderer, from the looks of it. Were they all going to be killed? Well, like hell anyone was going to kill Shiro the White!
"All right, gimme answers! Where am I?" The young mage demanded, pointed the mace in the vampire's direction, blood red eyes shining with anger. And a little hint of fear.
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Post by Rain on Aug 14, 2012 7:24:28 GMT -5
"Thank you," Alice said quietly, taking the offered hand and standing up at the same time as her two dolls moved to perch on her shoulders. One thing was quite clear once the blonde magician was on her feet: she was not, in any sense of the word short. Whilst she certainly didn't have the ridiculous size of someone like Yuugi, she was certainly one of the taller females in Gensokyo. It probably had something to do with not, strictly speaking, being Japanese.
In the strictest sense, she was a demon that had then become a youkai magician, but who cared about little things like that?
"I don't know about followers but I guess he must've sent you some people to hang out with! I mean, I only know of one person that can do something like this, and he's known for doing weird stuff when it suits him, so it makes complete sense if he just dumped us here to hang around with you. I'm certainly not following anyone, though, I'm way too old for that," Orion said, rambling on about as she brushed herself off. The complete lack of shock at people's falling from the sky was sufficient, as far as she was concerned, to make honesty completely acceptable with regards to her age, "Oh, right, I'm Orion Burton. Don't know if you've heard of me over here... some place in America, maybe? Certainly not Japan."
She found her eyes drawn to Mysteria, whereupon she promptly turned her vision back to normal and stared at him for a second before speaking up, "You have two souls, and one of them's... weird and looks like it's eating the other. Umm... hey, Mr. Weird Soul, can you try and be more gentle? That sort of thing's really painful... I should know from experience, though no-one's eaten mine..."
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Post by dblade26 on Aug 14, 2012 10:36:17 GMT -5
A boy of about sixteen or so stood up and dusted off his long black coat and adjusted his headphones and the silver collar around his neck.
He didn't look like any sort of mage or supernatural creature, or in fact anything other than an ordinary teenager of rather indeterminate ethnicity. Well, except for his unusual clothing and the easygoing acceptance of the fact that he'd just been dumped in Texas by a red portal and dropped down onto the ground and straight onto his head with no harm done.
The long-coat wearing boy looked around him with an expression of casual interest, picking up on the words of the crowd around him and grinning.
So...America, huh...Texas or New Mexico maybe? Kind of what I imagine those places sounding like, anyway. I guess that means I'm out of that Japanese funhouse? In that case...
He suddenly swept his arms out to encompass the people around him, announcing clearly in English with a strange, geographically untraceable accent.
"YO, PEOPLE! Is this a crazy show or what!? Let's give a big hand to all of our performers! and of course, a great big cheer for the wizards and magic-makers over at special effects!!! LET 'EM HEAR YOUR LOVE!!!"
He thrust his hand up towards the glowing portal in the sky for emphasis, his coat somehow flaring out behind him as he struck a melodramatic pose.
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Post by Flanker on Aug 14, 2012 11:16:40 GMT -5
Flint's head cleared up long enough to realise that he wasn't alone. Taking a quick look at the strangers around him, bewilderment played across his features. Who were these people? He still did not understand what had happened, or why, and it was troubling him.
Getting up with a grunt, Flint looked himself over and found his worst fears unfounded, much to his surprise. There were some cuts, bumps and bruises, but nothing as serious as he had initially anticipated. He must have gotten obscenely lucky to avoid debilitating injury.
Clearing his throat, Flint tried to pick out the nearest member of the crowd who seemed most likely to help out. "First thing's first - can someone tell me what the hell just happened, and where I am? This certainly doesn't look like my garage..."
The motorcyclist spared a mournful glance at his once mighty steed and the pitiful collection of tools scattered around it. The machine didn't appear as though he would be able to fix it, and he doubted any of the mechanics around here could salvage it, either. It would be missed.
Malak became aware of the others' presences. Each of them seemed to be sensitive to the Force - or at least something similar. It was not quite the same as the energy imbued by the energy field, but it was present nonetheless.
His attention was seized, however, by the cloaked man in front of him. Malak felt nothing as the worker's corpse was dropped, though his curiousity was piqued by the blood around the man's mouth and his clothing. Many Sith chose to wear such garments, either to hide their identity or perhaps in a mockery of the Jedi's insistence on wearing robes. His yellow eyes spoke of a corruption as well - perhaps of the Dark Side. This man, however, was neither Jedi nor Sith. The bite marks on his body held no significance to Malak; perhaps the man had fought with a beast and sustained a wound to show for it.
"You presume much," stated Malak, crossing his arms and letting his steely eyes fall on his counterpart. His voice was even but still held a threat. "I bow to no-one. If we were to collaborate, it would be as equals. Who are you?"
Even as he finished growling out his words, the Sith Lord began experimentally but firmly prodding Kiva's mind with the Force, hoping to at least get an idea of who or what he was dealing with.
However, his probing let up as Malak heard Shiro's demands. He let his eyes wander to lock for the briefest of moments with Shiro's, and the Dark Lord of the Sith saw the emotions contained within. With the most miniscule of nods, Darth Malak returned his attention to Kiva.
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Post by Vinestar on Aug 14, 2012 12:01:01 GMT -5
"...America?" Frowning at the mention of that name, Nao glanced around at her surroundings. One thing she knew for sure was that this wasn't South Korea anymore. The very feeling of the place was foreign and off to her, not to mention the people milling about in the crowd were mostly Caucasians. "I don't know that much English though..."
Wait... were the Americans speaking Korean? Blinking in surprise, the blue haired girl simply stood there. All about her, more portals opened up to reveal more people. Might as well try her luck with the similarly displaced foreigners. Walking up to the group, the girl just kept silence as they babbled on about strange things, slightly off put.
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Post by Mahou Moerin on Aug 14, 2012 14:55:17 GMT -5
Demons and Wizards, III
Well, at least the landing was soft. If she'd been a few meters off she would've missed the grass and landed on the concrete instead, which wouldn't have been pleasant. Rubbing her sore backside as she got to her feet, it took Mary a few moments to realise she was in the middle of a park. Surrounded by people. Dressed only in her pajamas and robe.
"...Um... Ahahah..." Well, could be worse. She could be like that girl over there dressed similarly only minus the pajamas... "...Oh crap! My supplies! Caster, stop that!" She rushed over to her Servant, who had been busy tossing aside everything nearby in her frantic search for her doll. Mary still didn't understand why she was so attached to it... Was it her Noble Phantasm? She did keep calling it Gretchen, and she thought she'd heard that name in relation to Faust at least once... Still, that didn't mean she could mishandle her supplies and books like that! Thankfully the milk, sealed in a plastic container, had survived intact, but still...
"Caster, don't... Don't do that! Gaaah..." Mary moaned as she frantically scrambled to gather her scattered things. At least finding her bookbag first made it easier to collect them... "Oh, um... Please don't mind her, miss," she said to the Soul Reaper (not that she knew that was what she was, of course) who had approached her Servant. "She's, um... My sister. Yes. My... My little sister, ahah. Ack, stupid Caster..."
Creatures of the Night, III
The gentle twang of an acoustic guitar being strummed echoed throughout the construction site as Holly, seated on the steps of the sidedoor and safely in the shade provided by the kamper, looked up from her instrument.
"Followers? Allies? Heh, groupies?" She chuckled, her red eyes concealed beneath the peak of her hat, the subtle smirk on her face only just revealing her elongated canine teeth. "None of us seem like the "follower" type, really... Then again, if that's how things are going to be, who am I to argue? They say that life's a carousel, spinning fast, you gotta ride it well... It's just one big bizarre adventure, man. Kinda hoped I'd never end up in Texas again, though. Only good things to come out of here are Meat Loaf and Pantera, heh."
Another note rung out as she strummed the guitar once more, chuckling to herself. "When folks are called for a big gathering like this, it's best to get introductions out quickly. Name's Holly, Holly Diver. Pleased to meet y'all."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2012 15:27:13 GMT -5
Rosalie had, admittedly, been clinging to Maylene as she had been pulled through the portal. She'd had no idea what to expect, and at the very least had wanted to stay close to Maylene. That, and she was admittedly somewhat startled by suddenly being sucked through a spontaneously-opening portal. Her eyes were shut tightly the entire way down, and she could feel the jolt of landing. She only opened her eyes one Maylene asked her question.
"... I'm.... I'm f-fine, Maylene," she began, taking a deep breath. Rosalie had to calm herself, it would do no good to be startled right now, "I'm... just a bit shaken, ah-hah. N-now... ah... where are we?"
Chie's eyes fell immediately on the man who had spoken. She took in the sights she saw. The bloody mouth, the holes in the neck of the dead construction worker. The dark form in front of her. All these thinks quickly assembled themselves in her mind and gave her an immediate answer to the nature of the speaker. He was a vampire, there was no question of this fact. Chie was ready. She knew how to incapacitate a vampire, if the need be, and as she was still on her mission any hindrance would have to be dealt with. However, she had no need to attack him yet, even if he had killed the construction worker. Perhaps the construction worker's death was necessary... there were further things to attend to. Chie had to complete her mission.
She glanced around, briefly, at those surrounding her. They were an assortment of complete strangers. One rambling about souls or... something. Another in white robes with a club, one playing a guitar by a large vehicle...? Regardless, Chie needed to finish her mission.
"Question One: Where is Chie?"
"Eh? But... I had to find Gretchen, Master! Besides, we're somewhere else then we were before, so that's not really good... or maybe it is, but I found Gretchen so everything is okay. And you're okay! That's great!" Faust immediately hugged Mary, sandwiching Gretchen between their bodies for a moment, before releasing her and returning Gretchen to being clutched against her chest. "And I'm not lost, eyepatch girl! I have Gretchen, and I found my Master, so I'm definitely not lost!"
Faust looked around, blinking as she did, then turned back to look at her Master, then the eyepatch girl.
"But the milk is lost! We need to find it, it would be bad if it spilled! After all, milk is tasty and losing it would be terrible! It would be like losing blood, except you die if you lose blood so not quite... and then it might flow over bugs! And bugs can't appreciate milk because they can't drink it! Unless they can... can they drink milk? I don't know. I know they don't have mansions... unless they do... Master! We have to find out if bugs have mansions! It's really important! And... What's that, Gretchen?"
Faust looked nearby, and noticed the intact milk carton. "Oh! I'm so glad it's alright! Now we have plenty of milk, so we can still have a party, and-Oh, right, um, where are we?"
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