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Post by Neo on Aug 25, 2015 12:57:29 GMT -6
Nobunaga inclined his head in understanding. "I see. I will speak to him. Do you know where he is right now?"
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Post by Neo on Aug 25, 2015 21:49:41 GMT -6
"I'll look for him in the courtyard then," Nobunaga answered, turning to leave. However, he suddenly paused and turned back to Selene. "... This may be inappropriate of me to say, but you remind me of my own daughter, back in my homeworld. If you ever need anything, Lady Selene, my door is always open."
With that said, he turned and walked away, heading towards the palace courtyard. Even before walking outside, however, he sensed a lone presence in the courtyard. It was a presence close to death.
Nobunaga found the man he was searching for in the center of the courtyard, sitting by himself on a stone bench. "May I join you?" He asked.
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Post by Neo on Sept 1, 2015 20:54:47 GMT -6
Nobunaga inclined his head, and took a seat on the bench next to him. "You must be wondering why I'm bothering you," he said matter of factly, smiling. "I promised Lady Selene I would speak to you, as a way of settling my debt to her. She's very concerned about you."
He reaches out to catch a stray leaf as it floats lazily down from a nearby tree. "I wonder... Do you have a dream?" He asks suddenly, after a few moments of silence.
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Post by HHDeception on Sept 13, 2015 2:36:18 GMT -6
Location: Yggdrasil.
Puff. Fwoom. Tinkle tinkle tinkle.
Ash rained from the sky. By now it caked the land, the tree, and its scaly occupant. No wind ever blew. The air was stale, stagnant, and taste liked burnt stone.
But this cycle was different. Because as still as the air was, the ground decided then to shift a little bit. Just a bit at the base of the tree, it shifted, because something was coming out of it. Head, shoulders, knees, toes, it rose out of the ground smoothly as if it were water. The human-shape figure looked like it wore armour, but it was the Iron Man kind, looking far from the knights one might expect given the general aesthetics of the kingdoms in Oz.
It reeked of witchspawn, but this one was different. There was only one, and it seemed much less primal and raw. This wasn't a being brought forth from the elements. Although made of mineral, it acted practically organic. It walked through the entrance to the tree's foyer, and a long sword sprouted from its right arm as it advanced on the single occupant.
The dragon was one thing. But the spare was expendable.
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Post by Neo on Sept 13, 2015 17:05:36 GMT -6
Nobunaga gave a slight smile. "Actually... I did, in a way. Dreams are what sustain us; gods and mortals alike. They give us purpose. Something to live for, something to hold onto, when all else seems lost. They're lights in the darkness."
He pauses for a moment before continuing. "I was like you once. I had lost everything... All I wanted was for it all to end. But suicide can be a bit... Difficult, when your world is at peace, with no wars to speak of, and you happen to be an immortal undead deity and one of the most powerful beings in the world. For centuries, I tried to find a way to end myself. I merely existed, day in and day out, year after year, decade after decade. And then I met the woman who would become my wife, and she changed everything."
He turned to look at Ares, and his dark eyes shimmered with pain, understanding, compassion, and wisdom. "I won't lie to you, and I won't sugarcoat what you're going through. And in the end, if you decide to throw your life away, it's not my place to stop you. But being brought to this world... Why not see it as a second chance? This world is almost completely alien to both of us. The answers it may hold, the knowledge it may hide... Why don't you try and search for them? See if there's something here that can help you back in your own world. At the very least, that will give you something to live for, besides death."
He rose to his feet. "You were brought here for a reason, Ares. All of us were. And I am not speaking of Queen Glinda's plight, or Yuelia, or anything like that. No, each of us, individually, were chosen for a reason. There are no coincidences. No universe is that sloppy. I promise you that. The things you learn here... Could very well shape the course of your life."
He moves to walk away, then suddenly stops. "Call me if you need anything."
With that, he strode back towards the palace.
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Yggdrasil
The gargantuan black dragon briefly shook himself, in a vain attempt to rid himself of the ocean of ash that had settled on his scales. Something down below, at the base of the tree, caught his attention. The dragon leaned his long, serpentine neck over the side of the tree and peered down to get a closer look. The dragon watched as the stone warrior spawned from the ash and vanished inside the tree. The dragon seemed to weigh his options for a moment, then he shrugged. It was a truly odd sight to behold, a giant dragon shrugging.
Whatever it is, it poses no threat to Elia.
The dragon roared, and beat his mighty wings, sending a shockwave of gale force winds down the sides of the tree. He took to the skies, just briefly, to clear the ash from his scales, then promptly perched right back down on the tree. Mighty Yggdrasil quivered slightly under the dragon's weight, but it was barely perceptible. The dragon then curled up into a ball, almost like a cat, peering over the side of the tree. His spiked tail hung down over the edge, swishing slightly. It made him look quite a bit less imposing. But he didn't care. He was comfortable.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2015 17:19:02 GMT -6
Location: Star Sanctuary
It was just another day in Star Sanctuary the realm where the guardians of the Mushroom Kingdom keep a watchful eye over the people. One of the most sacred treasures buried deep within the Sanctuary is a sacred artifact known as the Star Rod. The Star Rod gathers wishes of the people throughout the Kingdom and the Star spirits determine what to do with those wishes. A wish that is pure and good in nature the Star Spirits will grant the wish and the wish will come true. A wish which is evil, full of greed, or bad in nature the Spirits reject the wish where they eventually disappear.
One fateful day the Star Sancuarty was invaded by Bowser and his minions. Bowser invaded the sanctuary because his wishes for power and for Peach to love him were constantly rejected by the Star Spirits. Bowser captured the chief guardians and scattered them throughout the Mushroom Kingdom. Bowser used the star rod to then grant himself immense power, and easily defeat Mario, capture the princess, and her kingdom. Mario went on a long journey to find the imprisoned Star Spirits and eventually gain the power to go toe to toe with Bowser. Thanks to the Star Spirits, Mario, Peach, and the wishes of the Mushroom Kingdom they were able to overcome the power of the Star Rod and Bowser. After the battle the Star Spirits took back the Star Rod and the little Star Spirit that helped Mario and Peach throughout Twink returned to the Star Sanctuary where things would return to there peaceful ways. Until one day when Twink was making his usual rounds.
"Hmm everything seems to be in order," Twink says while looking over his checklist.
"Hello, Twink how is everything today?" An elderly looking star with a white mustache said while following Twink.
"Oh hey Elstar sigh ever since the incident things have been quite around here," Twink sighed. "I know I am in training to be a chief star spirit but well," Twink said as he began to drift off.
"Little one you should be careful what you wish for," Elstar told Twink in a stern tone.
"I know sir but well kinda of wish I had a reason to at least see Mario or Peach in person," Twink said.
"I know little one but look on the bright side at least this means that the Kingdom is at peace," Elstar said to Twink.
As Elstar and Twink were making there realms they happened upon the room which held the Star Rod.
"Good evening sir," Joe the guard star said adressing the Elstar.
"Good evening, Joe so how is everything going?" Elstar asked.
"Well there is a report that Mario, Peach, Lady Rosalina, and everybody else at Peach's Castle just disappeared into a flash of light," Joe reported.
"Is this the work of Bowser?" Twink asked.
"Negative Bowser was at the same party, along with everybody else and all reports indicate there was nothing out of the ordinary at least for Bowser's usual behavior," Joe reported.
"Then who, or what?" Twink asked.
"Hmm if its powerful to take everyone including Bowser and Lady Rosalina, it must have been somebody or something really strong and really desperate," Elstar said.
"Umm sire the Star rod its glowing really strange," Joe said. The Star Rod was flashing really brightly, and with an intense light. Finally, the star rod began to rise into the air before it disappeared into a radiant light. When the light recieded there was nothing left but the three star spirits who were stunned by what just happened. "Sir what should we do?" Joe asked.
"Hmm it seems fate has something in store for the Star Rod and everyone else," Elstar said. "Whatever took Mario and his friends must really need the help to take the Star Rod also," Elstar mused.
"Elstar is there anything we can do?" Twink asked.
"All we can do is hope that it makes Mario, and it doesn't fall into the wrong hands," Elstar said.
Location: Oz
A certain red headed merchant was making her way around Oz when she spots something that catches her attention. "Well what do we have here?" Dark Anna asked as she held the Star Rod.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2015 19:51:14 GMT -6
Location: Oz
Time: Right after the fight between the Outlanders and Esphilian troops
Dimento upon gaining his bearings to his new surrounding happens to spy something that catches his attention. "Hm that's no ordinary sandstorm," Dimento said as he notices what seems like an ordinary dust storm. "Well now what do we have here, is this just nature at work or something far more entertaining," Dimento said taking a closer look. Dimento try to get closer to the storm but was instantly pushed back by the sheer force. "Well now you are certainly interesting, there is more going on that meets the eye but who is the star of this show," Dimento mused to himself.
Dimento did his best to see through the storm even but didn't have the strength to warp into a different dimension due to the encounter with Mario. "Hmm that pesky plumber, and his worthless friends if it wasn't for them I could see for myself what was.... oh never mind," Dimento said as he saw something in the distance. "Oh look at that so your the star of this little show, well now," Dimento said he was just able to see the witch through the sandstorm. "Interesting very interesting indeed with a lead actress like you oh who knows how grand of an encore I can put on," Dimento mused to his self.
"To think such power from just one person, well it even puts the Chaos Hearts to shame," Dimento said while just gazing at the witch. "To think the power to do such a thing, oh if only I could get my hands on such power," Dimento said to himself. "Yet for somebody so special I will need more then words of honey, no I need certain props," Dimento said. "Yet where to begin oh well I have all the time I need, but for now I think I shall enjoy this little spectical, Ciao," Dimento said as he continued to gaze upon the purging process.
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Post by SummerCrow on Sept 16, 2015 11:55:48 GMT -6
Horatio arrived just outside the small city. He immediately noticed the foreign architecture. "Stranger and stranger..." he muttered. From his vantage point, he took his chance to observe the comings and goings of the people. He realized his clothing was extremely different from theirs - he would stand out like a farmer at a fancy ball. And, he realized, their currency was probably completely different. He thought to himself for a few minutes, then began changing as much as he could. He soiled his clothes, tearing them and tossing them in the mud to make them appear as little more than tattered rags. During the process, he found a pair of hard, blank parchment rectangles in his pocket. He didn't remember putting them there, so he reasons they may be partly to blame for his situation. He decides to keep them, for now. He abandoned all but his staff, now being used as a walking stick, and his sword, its design partially hidden beneath the filthy remains of his cloak, and the cards, stuffed into his scabbard. Even though he didn't see anyone else carrying a sword, he's unwilling to abandon it.
A few people give him some strange looks, but most quickly look away. Just as he'd hoped. Horatio spends the day begging on a street corner. He manages to collect a few coins - as he expected, somewhat different than the gold pieces of his own world - and, more importantly, some information. A few whispered rumors overheard as he waited helped him piece things together. By the late afternoon, he has an idea of what's going on. This place, Yuelia - was recently attacked by something. The queen, Gl-something, did something. Rumors say she unleashed... something... to call people from other worlds, somehow. "And you can trust me on this! My boyfriend's uncle's babysitter's girlfriend's brother heard from some guy that a soldier told him he totally saw a bunch of weird people with crazy powers fighting off an invasion of robotic Ephesus ogres this morning!" Horatio has absolutely no idea what several of those words mean, but it's clear this isn't his homeworld. He decides that what he needs most of all is more information, and he knows where to get it.
Horatio takes his earnings to the general store just before they close. He manages to buy a loaf of bread, a canteen of fresh water, a bedroll, and a map to the capital. He tries to buy a change of clothes in-line with the local fashion, but is a bit short. The store owner scratches his head with a sigh, then shrugs and gives it to the poor, filthy beggar for what he had on him. Horatio offers the storekeeper his thanks from the bottom of his heart for his kindness.
As the sun sets, Horatio sets out for the capital. With a series of careful teleports, he manages to make it to the outskirts in only a few minutes. He's impressed with what he sees, but decides to hold off on exploring until the morning. They seem to be on high alerts. Several men in uniforms with strange weapons are patrolling around, and Horatio would prefer to avoid an altercation. He hides his camp well outside of its borders and prepares to sleep.
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Post by GX1997 on Sept 16, 2015 21:03:06 GMT -6
Elia sensed the presence of the warrior before it even gor near her, so she swiftly turned to see it and study it. She would only describe it as curious, because it was a stone warrior, not a truly living being, yet it acted almost sentient. It must have been spwaned by the tree or by another powerful force to create such and effect. Still, it was of no importance, as it would not provide any challenge for her.
Seven years of training and practice, as well as understanding of the true nature of the power she held, had changed Elia's use of magick. It had elevated, been molded into something no one really believed Type-1 magick could become; ripped from the pages of ancient, lost myth, recorded only once, as the style used by a hero. Her eyes glowed as she made a motion with both arms and a shard of blinding light burst from the ground, implaing the warrior, and then again as she closed her hands and made them into fists, causing other shards to sprout from the original, causing massive damage to the stone warrior's body. As if that alone wasn't enough to finish it she moved on wrist as if to wipe something away, and the shards of light exploded, breaking what was left of the warrior into tiny pieces.
That was quite underwhelming...
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Post by HHDeception on Sept 16, 2015 22:02:25 GMT -6
From what dust the warrior was reduced to, the warrior opted to rise again, sliding up from the ground and sand as easily as it did to first awaken.
Behind it, other stone soldiers rose as well, different in style but of the same cyber-armor build and organic gait. One seemed to carry a orb. One had canons in the place of arms. Another was surrounded by floating stone tablets. But before more could materialize, the original warrior faced the others and turned its head to the side. A small gesture. But the message was clear.
"No."
A wind blew out from the depths of the tree, past Elia, and through the stone warriors. They dissolved into ash and were carried away, to be scattered about the yet again motionless volcanic field outside.
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Post by GX1997 on Sept 16, 2015 22:19:34 GMT -6
So these things... They're spawning from the ash outside? That one that reassembled itself gave the others that sign, and only after that did the wind come from further in the tree and dissolve them. While it is still possible that they may not be related to the tree the timing of that wind seems to support that they come from and are part of Yggdrassil. This world has many mysteries.
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Post by Neo on Sept 17, 2015 3:25:00 GMT -6
The pearly gates and sparkling towers of Erebus loomed on the horizon. The aircraft that carried Yoshi and Esdeath briefly halted at said gates, before passing into the city, and then rocketing upwards, towards the Cloud District. She gave Yoshi a brief history lesson on the way up. A few minutes later, the aircraft docked at the jade and gold palace, and Esdeath stepped out, stretching languidly, like a cat. After a quick tour of the palace grounds, Esdeath lead him into the palace proper and into the grand hall, where the Emperor and the Chancellor were waiting eagerly.
Esdeath's eyes shone and sparkled as she knelt before her Emperor. "I have returned my Master," she greeted, beaming widely. "And I bring you a gift. This is the new Outlander, Yoshirou. Yoshi, say hello."
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Post by empireoffire on Sept 17, 2015 19:35:20 GMT -6
St. Elne -- Queendom of Yuleia -- Royal Tomb
At the dead of night, with no living witnesses within the underground burial chambers, the clacking of footsteps disturbed the otherwise pure silence of the chilled air. The source of these footsteps belonged to a regular visitor to the ground, and they always visited one grave in particular.
"I've returned, my love," said Glinda as she once again approached her late husband's burial site. In a contrast to her prior expression she held in her previous visit, she appeared to be calm. Pleasant, even. She walked to the side of the grave and placed a fresh bouquet of lilies on the grave, replacing the wilted flowers she had previously neglected to remove before.
"I come with positive news," she said. "The Outlanders have successfully repelled an invading Ephesian force led by one of their very own Elemental Generals with no Yuleian or Outlander casualties beyond our capabilities to heal. Even despite possessing less than a day's knowledge of each others' strengths and thus not working as a team to their fullest potential, even despite slightly dwindling numbers, and the lack of an answer to the curious riddle of the blue summoning cards they possess similar to the red cards we have record of, they are already capable of such great feats. I have faith that they are the key that will allow our realm the opportunity to gain the strength to defeat our foes so we may eventually know peace and safety once more.
...At the same time, however, I am gravely concerned about recent Ephesian developments. How did they sneak such an invading force through our borders? Furthermore, a large dragon has suddenly taken residence at Yggdrasil, and the Ephesians claim that this dragon possesses power that outmatches those of even the Outlanders. Are they merely bluffing? How will The Witch respond to this? I once again feel uncertain how to respond.
...But know this, my love: I now believe there is a light at the end of the dark road. Our kingdom -- nay, the human race -- may yet be saved. Conflict will be inevitable, but we shall work tirelessly to persevere. I swear it to you."
Glinda stepped back from the casket's side. She held a hand over her heart and muttered a silent prayer. As she opened a rift to her bedroom to exit the tomb, her eyes briefly wandered to the blade locked inside a glass case at the casket's base. A golden plaque gave a name to the blade.
Thanatos Edge.
Glinda turned her back as she stepped through the rift.
(The day is now officially over and the next day can be started by anyone. If you have unfinished business in the day that just ended, post it as a flashback.)
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Post by Neo on Sept 18, 2015 13:27:17 GMT -6
Erebus, Hall of Kings, the previous night...
The Emperor's mouth twisted into a smile that was intended to be warm and welcoming, and ended up being eery. He rose from his throne and stepped down, his thick crimson cloak flowing behind him, revealing a suit of jet black armor, decorated with designs and emblems of dragons. His left hand was bare, save for a golden ring on each finger, and his entire left arm was covered by an eery black metal gauntlet and glove that gave off a slight greenish glow, with claws for fingers.
"Welcome, welcome! Please, rise, rise! I am Emperor Grievous, ruler of Ephesus. This my Chancellor and top aid. I assume you were brought to this land by his spell, young Yoshirou. For taking you from your home, you have my sincerest apologies. But worry not. We will be glad to return you to your own world, as soon as we can have another Portal ready. I give you my word."
"That may take some time however," the Chancellor interjects. "The spell requires me to draw energy from Yggdrasil, the World Tree... Which is quite troublesome under current circumstances."
"Which brings us to why we need your help," Emperor Grievous continues. "You asked about our enemy. What has General Esdeath told you thus far?"
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The Great Wall...
A big, burly giant of a man in glistening golden armor strides up to the edge of the Great Wall and looks over at his "guests". He carried no obvious weapon, save for his bulging muscles and amazing red mustache. His head was so bald it was shiny, and he looked like he was perpetually squinting.
"I am Major Armstrong of the Ephesian Army!" He boomed in a voice so loud and deep it was almost comical. "From where do you hail, travelers, and what is your reason for visiting Ephesus?!"
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Yggdrasil...
After the bright flash of light and the stone knights were blown out of the tree, the night was silent for a long while. Perhaps too long. The great dragon shifted and stirred, rustling the leaves on the top of the tree.
"Elia? Are you alright?"
No response. Ethan scowled... Which, in dragon form, was kinda terrifying. Something is blocking my telepathy... But what? No matter. I'll just have to go down there myself.
A tremendous flash of light lit up the night sky. When it cleared, the giant dragon had vanished, and a man had taken its place. He was huge for a man, close to seven feet tall, and built like a warrior. A long, thick gray coat billowed around him, and he was crowned from head to toe in brilliant black armor. Two swords lay sheathed at his waist, both considerably longer than normal swords, and radiating power. To any who were exceptionally attuned to magic, they would have noticed a shockwave-like pulse of extremely powerful magic right before he teleported. To those who were not, however, the man simply appeared to vanish.
Ethan materialized at the base of the tree and walked inside, quickly finding Elia with no trouble. She appeared perfectly fine. "The World Tree is blocking my telepathy," he explains, when she gives him a puzzled look. "Are you alright?"
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Post by SummerCrow on Sept 18, 2015 22:18:49 GMT -6
June snaps awake. She's momentarily confused by the brightly lit room, strange bed, and unfamiliar surroundings. The still-open book in her lap triggers a flood of memories. She's pleasantly surprised to find the furry outfit is gone and her armor has returned, until she notices how uncomfortable she is. She realizes the source of her discomfort is the tail, constricted by her armor. She decides it best to try changing into the civilian clothes that soldier left for her.
The plain white shirt fits well enough. The skirt, on the other hand... Wearing it below the tail leaves a small line of skin visible. June tries pulling the skirt above the tail, and immediately decides it was far better before. She returns it and gives her tail a few experimental flaps. The shoes are a foreign design, but easy enough to figure out. All together, June's surprised by the feel of the outfit. The fabric's a bit different than anything in her own world. Comfortable, light, smooth... She decides to keep the armored gloves from her dress on, with her cards safely hidden in one compartment, a knife in the other.
She pulls her door open slightly and peeks out. Through a window, she can see the sky is still dark, with the sun's light barely beginning to spread a pink haze. Despite the darkness outside, the interior of her room is so brightly lit. These "lightbulbs" are so much brighter than torches and candles...
June decides now would be a good time to explore the castle, while it's nice and quiet with only a few soldiers patrolling around. Hopefully she can get to the kitchen and convince the cooks to slip her a few things right out of the ovens... She takes the sling from her armor and attaches it to her new outfit. Her hatchet goes on first with no problems. As she grabs for Armads, a sudden heat causes her to withdraw her hand. She tries again and finds the handle is definitely warm to the touch, though not uncomfortably so. June decides she has enough mysteries to worry about already and just throws it onto her back, where she can still feel its warmth.
Horatio wakes at the sound of birds beginning to sing. He sits up, but doesn't bother leaving his bedroll. He merely sits and stares down at the impressive city before him, carefully observing people's comings and goings. He absentmindedly toys with the two blank parchment strips he found when he arrived in Oz.
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Post by SummerCrow on Sept 22, 2015 11:11:56 GMT -6
June wanders the halls of the castle in search of the kitchen. The poorly drawn map isn't much help, so she just wanders aimlessly to help get a feel for the castle's layout. A few soldiers patrolling the hall give her polite nods as she approaches, then stare curiously at her tail as she passes.
Eventually she catches a scent of baking bread and follows it to her destination. She cracks open the wooden door and pokes her head in to find several workers in white aprons darting around busily. A few spare her a quick glance, but all immediately return to their work. Apparently she's not the first outlander they've seen skulking around.
June stands captivated, watching them go about their business with incredible efficiency, using all sorts of arcane machinery. They place bowls under devices of strange whirring blades, pulling out beautifully mixed batter. Large boxes of beautiful white metal hold a seemingly endless supply of fresh-looking ingredients. Water flows endlessly from polished steel tubes. Even their ovens are impressive, magically working with no visible flame.
One man in a tall hat stands in the center of it all, directing the others while waving a wooden spoon. He turns and points it accusingly at June. "Non, non! In or out, but close ze door!" June obediently slips inside and closes the door. "Are vous just going to stand zere and vatch?"
"I... er... I was just tying to..."
"Spit it out! I am too busy for the stammering!" the director barks.
"When and where is breakfast?" June asks quickly.
"One hour, dining hall! If vous want to eat now, grab and go-go-go!" he points to a growing pile of biscuits and bits of meat. June looks around hesitantly. "Vat? Vous are curious? Vish to vatch? Non, non, non! No layabouts in Pierre's kitchen! Vous will vork, or vous will leave!" When she doesn't immediately move, he grabs her by the shoulder and steers her to one of the spinning-blade machines. "Zis is simple! Zee others vill bring vous bowls, and vous will place them here," he points. "Bring zee blades down, press a button, zen vait! Zey vill tell you vich button and how long!"
"Um... O-OK," June says, admittedly curious and excited to try the strange device.
"Non, non! 'Yes, chef,' vous will say, and nozing else!"
"Y-yes, chef!" June answers.
Satisfied, Pierre returns to his work. He had noticed three unfortunate chefs earn scolding while he dealt with the interloper. One had dared - dared! - to drop a biscuit, another had let a few drops of gravy smash over his uniform, and the third was cutting the ham too thinly. Non, not in Pierre's kitchen.
There would be Hell to pay.
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Post by SummerCrow on Sept 22, 2015 15:26:59 GMT -6
After June spends several minutes splattering herself with batter, the head chef finally runs out of patience. "Are vous zatisfied yet, Outlander? Have vous had your fun?"
"I'm sorry..." June apologizes.
"Ah, non, non, do not make the pouting face!" Pierre orders. "Vous are not trained in ze ways of the kitchen - zis is obvious to Pierre! But as you do not understand the culinary arts, Pierre does not know the ways of the sword - I assume zat axe is not just for show, non? Zis you must understand - zis kitchen, she is my battlefield, and hunger and poor taste are my foes! Zis knife is my blade, zee zeasoning, my trusty steed! And as I do not belong on your battlefield, vous do not belong on mine. Non, non, ve all have our own talent, different sings ve must do. Now, go, Outlander, and await Pierre in the dining hall, zat he may demonstrate his talents!
A young maid pushes a cart through the hallway. Her usual task of maintaining the guest quarters is complicated by the presence of actual guests. She finds one door ajar and knocks lightly. When no one responds, she nudges it open, finding it empty. She goes to work stripping the bed, then turns her attention to the rest of the room.
A black dress lies on the table. It's caked with two-day-old mud, so the maid decides to take it for laundering. When she tries to lift it, she finds it much, much heavier than she expected. Upon closer examination, she realizes it's lined with small metal scales - it's not as similar to her own uniform as she originally thought. Still, it is utterly filthy, and in desperate need of cleaning. With a grunt of effort, she manages to lift it, struggling to haul it to her cart.
She returns to the room, feather duster in hand, fully intending to start cleaning before she finds herself distracted by the bow propped against the wall. She tries to resist the urge, but it's simply too alluring. She sticks her head out into the hallway to make sure the coast is clear. With no one in sight, she slinks back into the room and picks up the bow. She tests the weight, plucks the string... then picks up an arrow. A michevious smile on her face, she places a pillow in the middle of the room and takes a few steps back to the doorway.
"What're you doing, Alice?" a voice asks her.
She whips around, surprised by the soldier's sudden appearance in the doorway. "Oh! Franklin... You startled me, you jerk!"
"...Are you playing with the Outlanders' things?" Delano asks accusingly, pretending the answer isn't completely obvious.
"Hey, it's one of our bows, right? And no one's going to question me tossing out a pillow. So there's no problem! Besides, I've never fired a bow before... And no ones going to turn me in... right?" She makes an exaggerated frown and bats her eyes at him. "Right?"
"Well..." Delano says. A grin spreads across his face. "Alright, on one condition. When you miss, you have to let me take you on a date."
"And when I don't miss, you have to give it up," she retorts.
"Deal," he tells her. "But at least give me some chance and shoot from out here."
"Well, I guess you're cute enough for that much," she teases. He steps to one side, and she sashays over. She aims the bow and clumsily nocks an arrow. She struggles to pull the string, carefully taking aim while Delano feigns disinterest.
"So, where should we go on our date?" he asks. She sticks her tongue out at him. She makes a few final adjustments. Just as she releases, Delano realizes that was not a normal arrow. He seizes her waist, pulling her to the side as he flings her to the ground and throws himself on top of her. A beep issues from the room as the arrow impacts the pillow.
"Ow! Wha-"
A loud explosion cuts her off.
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Post by HHDeception on Sept 23, 2015 1:28:44 GMT -6
*SLAM*
That was a lab door (well, Celeste called it a lab. Everyone else insisted on calling it the "Alchemal Study" or something like that...).
"What the kupo did you do this time!?"
Contrary to expectations, the room Moran burst inside of was not a mess, and Celeste had his attention focused rather squarely on a small desktop piece of equipment. Jirachi was bundled up and sleeping peacefully in a nearby basket. It had long since learned to sleep through non-critical explosions.
"That one wasn't me. You can tell by the lack of crackling around the edges. I could choose to be offended by the suggestion one of my catastrophic failures would contain such a low energy density, but I'm too busy being fascinated by this."
Moran peeked over at the apparatus on the table. It looked like a pair of capsules made of shiny white chrome, with clear widows to view the contents inside (probably made of something much fancier sounding than glass). Inside one of the capsules, a card featuring Anthea was hovering while being bombarded by ferocious bolts of pink lighting. Occasionally the view would distort, like how refraction distorts images seen through water, but it would quickly return back to normal within the second. Inside the other one, nothing of interest was happening.
Celeste expected the question "What is that?"
"Did you even sleep kupo?"
Expectations subverted.
"I don't have to sleep. I can make my electro-chemical biochemistry refresh itself while I'm conscious."
"...how?"
"Good question. Word of God. It's a long story. Explaining what I'm doing right now would be a much shorter one."
Moran peered closer to the capsule. "This doesn't look like a heart. It just looks like you're torturing a picture of Anthea kupo."
Celeste nodded, "Oh, the hearts stuff was just projects I gave to the others so I could borrow their research. One of them had an excellent formula for metal transmutation I gave a few tweaks. How else do you think I was able to get this quality of adamant?" He turned to look at Moran, "Rest assured, hearts are still my primary research target. But this comes first. You see, that isn't a picture of Anthea. That is Anthea."
Moran blinked. "Well kupo you aren't treating her very nicely."
Celeste figured Moran would never ask the questions he wanted him to, so he just skipped to the explanation part. "This is a prototype inversion teleport capsule. It's trying to teleport stuff from one to the other by opening a wormhole. What you see inside right now is spatial distortion. The arcing energy flashes are actually Spatial Rends, and the optical distortion is indicative of the dimensional distortion. Without a satellite, if I want to teleport I'll need a wormhole device, and Anthea had one, which is absolutely fascinating in its own right, but that proves it's possible in this universe."
"Teleport...?"
"I have some friends in danger and it's already been a day. I need fast travel, on my own, and in a method that can't be found by this." Celeste slid a finger across his glasses and swiped a holographic screen out. Video footage of the Witch's Vacuum Cleaner played in a panel floating in front of Moran's face. Celeste continued. "The Yuelians call her the Witch, on account that she looks like a witch, and she's the reason there's no such thing as satellites here. Nothing gets past the mesosphere without her annihilating it."
"The card is Anthea?" Moran said, getting back to what he thought was the more important point.
"Ah right, Anthea is now in the form of this card. I thought to use it to test the wormhole generator, but this is far more interesting. The card is absorbing the spatial charge, as if it's a dimensional hole itself. Kind of like a film negative absorbing light, but instead of a picture, it's reality."
"That analogy makes no sense kupo."
"I know, I just made it up trying to explain Magic. It's harder than I make it seem. In any case, I thought that increasing the power might help do something to help restore her, but it seems that it's much more complicated than that."
"So...how do you know Anthea is that card again kupo?"
"Word of God. Also, the summoning ritual that brought us here was rooted in Card-based on Dealer magic. I reviewed a brief history on this land overnight. Nasty stuff. I can see why we were brought here."
Celeste decided Moran was sufficiently lost, so hit a switch and the capsule powered down. He reached inside and pulled out Anthea's card, completely unscathed.
"Unfortunately I do still need to eat." Celeste said, making his way towards the door. Moran smiled a bit, figuring that something about this guy had to be remotely human. But then it turns out Celeste was only moving towards something close to the door. He moved some books aside to reveal small box with a red button on a shelf.
He hit the button. A Muffin appeared out of the air into Celeste's outstretched hand.
"...what?"
"Muffin Button. I told you I was working on teleportation. Help yourself."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2015 19:32:35 GMT -6
Location: Somewhere in Oz, Wreckage Site where Fawful arrived
After a rather uneventful day in this strange new day Fawful and what he prefers to call the strange animal like creatures and shadow Furymon decide to head back to the wrecked plane that Fawful arrived in to sleep for the night. Well Fawful and Chlortles the Gengar were asleep, Fen Fen and Pixy were way to restless to fall asleep.
"(Can't sleep?" Fen Fen asked Pixy who just let out a Pika. "(It's fine we known each other for a long time ever since Wario found me as a Fennekin," Fen Fen said to Pixy who was staring into the sky. "(Okay what's wrong ever since we got here, you been acting strange, out with it or do I have to find out for myself," Fen Fen sneered towards Pixy. Pixy upon hearing Fen Fen adjusted her glasses (which also function as a spy camera) and she just looked towards Fen Fen.
"(I haven't been this nervous ever since I was almost killed by that Pika Kinzy Kinnsington and her stupid trap," Pixy sighed towards Fen Fen. "(Don't get me wrong being a free thinker I am use to traveling to different worlds but well we had Fawful, Wario, or Yuffie along to help guide us," Pixy told Fen-Fen. "(Here we are truly on our own and well you seen this Fawful who as you seen isn't right in the head, well more so then our Fawful at least," Pixy sighed. "(Now we have to depend on an alternate Fawful who may or may not be completely insane and try our best not to get killed and well I am scared," Pixy told Fen Fen
"(It's easy to understand how you feel Pixy," Fen Fen said to Pixy. "(All we can do is try to guide this Fawful, at least him and Gengar already bonded, which can be a start in the right direction," Fen Fen said. "Yet if he gets off track you have to do what you do best guide him, and be his guide, yeah its going to be hard and I sense nothing but well fury and chlortles but you did wonders before," Fen Fen said.
"Sigh your right might as well get plenty of sleep we got plenty of Pika to do tomorrow, good night Fen Fen" Pixy said as she feel asleep.
Fen Fen was about to fall asleep to when she picked up on a very faint feeling. The feeling was extremely weak and very distant but to Fen Fen being a Physcic type and the fact she was very close to his aura she picked up on it if only for a brief moment. "(I felt this aura before could it be him," Fen Fen said as she lifted her head. "(Nah it can't be Wario he's dead, anyways Pixy is going to need all the help she can get," Fen Fen said as she fell asleep.
Next day ............ Pika.
"Wow I never expected to find myself customers in this wreckage," a certain red head claded in Purple said as she poked her head into the wreckage to the sleeping Fawful and his Furymon. "Come on rise and shine slackers," Dark Anna said to the sleeping figures. Fawful and the Pokemon were sound asleep and continued to ignore Dark Anna. "Hmph how rude nobody ignores an Anna and gets away with it, at least I get a chance to try out the latest in Anna technology," Dark Anna smirked as she pulled out the latest in Anna Technology a bull horn. "RISE AND SHINE MY LOVELY CUSTOMERS TODAY IS YOUR LUCKY DAY, NOW GET UP NOW, YOU WOULDN'T WANT THIS ONCE IN A MOMENT OPPORTUNITY TO PAST," Dark Anna shouted.
When Dark Anna was done speaking, Fawful and the Pokemon were stumbling out of the plain having just been rudely awoken from there slumber. "Good morning well I seen a lot of strange things before but well your the first human like bean creature," Dark Anna said. "Anyways I have amazing items for sale come and look as Dark Anna began to set up her shop. Fawful and the Furymon were beginning to stir awake unsure of what just happened.
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Post by SummerCrow on Sept 24, 2015 0:48:22 GMT -6
Soldiers come running around the corner to investigate the explosion, guns at the ready. "What's going on!?" one demands.
"What!?" Delano asks, yelling over the ringing in his ears. "Just a... little accident with some of the Outlander's gear...!" he explains loudly.
Another guard helps Delano up. "You OK?"
He shakes his head. "Just a bit dazed," he answers. "Ears are ringing a bit. ...Alice, are you OK?"
"Mmph? What?" she asks. "I... Wha... I'm fine..." She accepts Delano's hand and he helps her up.
Guards continue to trickle in from all corners of the castle, some drawn by the blast, others drawn by the sound of the other guards. Explanations pass through the crowd and most disperse back to their patrol routes.
The sound of sharp, rhythmic clicking rings down the hall. A short, elderly woman with grey hair and black half-moon glasses dangling from a chain around her neck strolls confidently down the hall. A broom is slung across the back of her black uniform... and her apron conceals a large handgun. She spends a moment politely questioning one of the guards leaving the scene. She thanks him for the information, then continues calmly towards the source of the blast.
Alice, Delano, and a few other guards peer into the ruined room. "What do we do...?" one of the guard asks.
"I... don't know. We don't really have a standard operating procedure for blowing up people's rooms," Delano admits.
"Alice, dear, are you alright?" the old woman asks. "I heard you were in an accident."
"Eep...! I-I'm fine, Mrs. Bell!" Alice answers.
"Good, good, dear." Geraldine Bell walks over to the damaged room, stopping to right the linen cart laying strewn across the floor. She picks up the black, mud-covered dress with a disapproving "tsk," quickly folding it and placing it on the cart. "Now, now, everyone. Anyone who didn't see what happened, run along. I'll take care of this mess." As the soldiers disperse, she examines the damage from the doorway. "Quite a mess, I see. Now, would one of you care to tell me what happened?" she asks the two remaining at the scene.
"It was my fault!" Delano blurts out. "I was distracting her, and... um... sort of let her set off an exploding arrow. I didn't realize what it was until-"
Alice interrupts him. "No, ma'am, it's entirely my fault. I... wanted to... um..."
Geraldine makes note of the bow laying outside the door, suspiciously untouched by the blast, and the remnants of a pillow spread across the destroyed room. "Oh, I think I can piece together what happened," she says in the same even, caring tone, despite her grim countenance.
"Am... Am I..." Alice stammers, unable to actually ask the question, fearing she already knows the answer.
"Fired? Oh, no, dear. Nothing that simple," Geraldine says, her tone still friendly. "Setting off an explosive in the castle during a time like this, destroying one of our guest's rooms... Nothing that simple at all, I'm afraid." Alice takes a step back, unconsciously shifting to hide behind Delano. Geraldine removes her glasses and casually begins polishing them. "Oh, what to do, what to do. I suppose the smart thing to do would be take you to the queen. But she's so busy lately, you'd have to wait in the dungeon a while. Don't worry, dear, it's quite tolerable this time of year, or would be, if it weren't for the outlander conducting all those strange experiments down there. I'm expect Queen Glinda would be rather merciful. You'd probably only get a few years in prison... though she may just give you to one of the outlanders and let them deal with you. The shadowy one in the mask, maybe? Or perhaps that large turtle with all the spikes? Hm." Geraldine inspects her glasses. Satisfied, she returns them to her face. "Or I could always just give you straight to the head of defense. I hear he's got some tar and feathers he's been looking for an excuse to use."
"I-it was an accident..." Alice pleads.
"Oh, I see," Geraldine says understandingly. "That's different. In that case, I'll be taking care of your punishment. First, you'll scour this room from top to bottom until it looks as good as new. Then, you'll be scrub this entire wing, with a toothbrush. After that, you'll sweep, mop, dust, and polish the dining hall, in your skivvies. And when you're done with that, since you're so interested in playing pretend, I'll endulge you a bit. I'll lace some candles in your hair, string you up by your toes, and let you swing around the entrance hall as a chandelier for a few days. What fun that will be."
"I'm... sorry..." Alice stammers.
"This is a bit beyond 'sorry,'" Geraldine says flatly. "I've warned you about staying focused on your work and not playing around on duty."
"Please, go easy on her!" Delano asks.
"What's going on here?" June asks, jogging down the hall. "I heard something happened... What is this?"
"J- Sir June!" Delano blurts out.
"Er... Just June is fine, Private Delano"
"Oh... uh, you can call me Franklin, or Delano, or- anyway, we accidentally set off that exploding arrow and kind of..."
"Is my dress OK!?" June demands, her heart skipping a beat, raccoon ears flapping wildly.
"Your dress is fine, ma'am," Geraldine says with a curtsy. "We'll clean it and return it to your room later - though you may have to move. You have my apologies. The maid responsible will be strictly punished."
"I'm so sorry," Alice apologizes. "I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me."
June places a hand over her heart. "Thank Naga... or Grima... That dress is... very important to me. So long as that's fine, nothing else really matters. Please, don't be too hard on her."
"Oh, we'll just be docking her wages a bit and having her clean up her mess," Geraldine promises. "If you'll excuse me." She takes the linen cart and rolls it down the hall.
"Thank you," Delano mouths silently. "I need to get back to my patrol," he tells Alice. "Just... um... Good luck. Don't get into any more trouble."
"R-right..." Alice answers with a sniffle.
"...I'm just going to take this with me," June says. She slips the bow onto her back, and the quiver around her waist.
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