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 Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 1:35 pm
This is a world filled with magic and mystery. This is the land behind the looking glass, through the mirrors into the land of eternal youth and amazing things are common. The very air soil and skies of this place are magic and always changing just slightly as the fantastic takes place. You never know what or who you might see in such a place....
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 12:13 am
-Anya would sit up, and yawn, streaching on her small blanket, having taken a long nap on the ground, smackng her lips after to look around the place where she was. At times the area changed on her. She always chalked it up to sleep waking, as her legs liked to take her places. this was why she nomraly took them off when she slept. Realizing this fact, she would turn, taking her left arm out of the duffle bag and slid the bar back in to the plug with a wince as it clacked loudly in to place, then did the same with her leg. As she did, her eye would swivle about peering in to the vast areas around ehr, checking of others, or for somthing other than boaring ground. The runes in the metal on her leg would start to shimmer shortly after she plugged it back in, as would her arm, the mana burning in them once they charged. Her right leg slid under her, pushing her up, the "Feeling" not yet back in her false limbs.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 9:10 am
A figure walked into a hotel room, her body hidden by a long trench coat. But this was soon remidied as she closed the door, and slipped the coat off, plopping it onto the bed.
This action revealed the reason behind the coat, a pair of blue cat-ears, and a tail which trailed behind her. She sighed, laying herself down on the bed with a fairly sleepy, "Hurrrrhh...."
Fully prepared to fall asleep right then and there........she paused. Something had caught her eye.
Pushing herself into a sitting position, she looked over to fine a mirror......but.....was that her!?
She stood up, and dashed to the mirror, in total confusion. while she herself wore a simple school-girl's top and short black skirt, (the only clothing she owned, acctually, aside from the trench coat), but the figure in the mirror was wearing a very frilly pink princess-y dress, long white gloves, high-heeled shoes, long white stockings, and a little tiara on her head.
The only plus side the girl could see to her was that in her hand, she held a rapier. And swords were ALWAYS a plus.
In confusion, she reached out to touch the odd mirror......
But instead, the mirror itself began to shimmer as if she had just broken the surface of a bed of water. Not only that, but her hand slipped right through.
Having expected resistance when she touched the mirror, and had thusly put more weight on it then she would have otherwise, the blue-haired female fell through the mirror entierly, only to find herself falling from high above, wearing the dress her reflection had been, the sword, and her old clothes falling beside her.
She let out a shrill scream as a single thought passed her mind:
This is it........
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 10:21 am
-As she locked the mechenisem on her shoulder back in place to secure the arm she would have heard a high pitched scream, her head coming up, and looking around the brightly colored area. Her real eye would scan the area in front of her, while the false eye would swivvle around speedyly, and scan the rest of the area. Catching a little shimmer in the 'reality' she would tilt her head.
Never one to ignore her curiosity she would get up, re checking her hip locks, and start over to where she saw the light. her right hand would lay on a switch, keeping her thumb tight around the mana cannon's trigger. She hated having to use the sword, gettign close to danger. As she neared her eye would scan about the area, sensing a ratehr sizable magical aura.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 10:32 am
A thousand feet. Nine-hundred feet. Eight-hundred feet......
Down and down the girl fell, suprised at just how high she was. The woman shut her eyes, preparing for the end.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 10:39 am
Anya would approch her, crouching hext to the girl, and looking around, her false eye gazing up to see the closing rift, and then back down. She frowned a moment, adn covered her right eye with her hand, her false eye scanning over her and finding somthing different then what her other eye saw, and then shook her head. Things like that happened sometimes.
She would lay the mechanical hand on her shoulder, the wuring as it extended and locked being the only sound in the area as her soft real hand slapped the girls face lightly, attempting to wake her.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 10:43 am
((She's in the AIR!!! She's FALLING. From over 1,000 feet in the AIR!!!!
I'm sorry if I sound rude, but there's literally no way your character could be crouching above her, unless your char was flying, which you didn't describe doing.))
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 10:48 am
((You were rather vauge about it... >.>)
Anya would be standing under where the girl was falling tilting her head up, and cocking her head. She ahd seen a few of these cases. Some times they crashed down, and were fine, other times they were a stain. Luckly for her she had just the tool for the job at hand.
Her right hand would tist her wrist 90 degrees, her hand slipping in to the fore arm, and the arm glowing while it collected the ambiant magical energy, her hand on the trigger as she waited. As the object fell she would point her cannon upward at it. At the last moment, about ten feet in the air she woudl depress the trigger, a loud shrill charging noise sounding before a large force woudl blast halting her momentum so that the drop was only 6 feet to the ground. However after her legs wold weaken, adn her arm would drop limply at her side.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 10:56 am
(("Found herself falling from high above", "suprised at just how high she was" "1000 feet" "down and down she fell" How is that vauge?
Allright, you know what? This isn't worth arguing about. The point is, you get it now, and we're going to have a good time RPing. K? wink ))
"Ooof!" the girl grunted, the wind suddenly knocked out of her by a blow to her chest.
As she fell backwords, she still managed to land with a solid THUD on the ground, but was reletivly unharmed.
The rapier that had been falling with her stuck itself in the ground beside her, before her old clothes gently floated down onto the cyborg's head.
The princess-clad woman groaned, opening her eyes with a dazed expression, muttering, "Am I dead yet......?"
((But do you have to keep typing in "She would do this"? It gives the impression that she's not really doing anything, just thinking about doing so.))
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 11:02 am
((Assumed it was a metiforical falling, >.< And it's a novilization style of writing, ina past tence. If I'm thinking about sonething, I'll say I'm thinking bout it, kay? smile ))
Anya would then couch over the girl, her left arm, made from gold, iron, a few hoses, and rune encrusted silver wires would hang loosly at her side while she took the cloathing from her ehad, and set it on the girl, the false eye following as a regular glass eye. Once she was no longer covered in cloaths, she would pat the girl on the cheek, tilting her head so her right eye could get a better veiw. "You alright girly? Slippin though places kinnda has a way o' takin it outta people." she would sat with a smile, a mechanical whistle being heard as she woudl streighten up, and look the girl over.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 11:11 am
((Lolz. No it wasn't. And allright. I'll just have to deal with it.))
"Errrr......reletivly.......considering what just happened...." She said, opening her eyelids to reveal her cyan eyes. "Wh....who are you.....?" She said, a slight blush appering accross her face as she noticed the cyborg's hand on her cheek.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 11:19 am
-The girl would tilt her head, and look around, making sure she was talking to her, as if there were anyone else to talk to. "Well, that is a question I don't hear often." she would say wiht a chuckle. "My name is Anya. And more to the point, who is this girl that falls from teh sky then hmm?" she would say with a smile. As ehw went to offer her hand, and when it didn't respond she woudl front, twisting a cuff on her shoulder, and a light humming would follow before she offered the working human hand to help her up.-
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 11:27 am
"I....I'm Ryan....." she said, accepting the working hand, and letting herself be pulled up. "As for the sky.....I found this odd mirror and....what the heck am I wearing!?!" She yelled, releasing Anya's hand, and grabbing the bottom of the pink frilly dress with all its intricate designs. "Wh....this......this is what my reflection was wearing when I.......look how bout I explain?"
And with that, Ryan began to re-tell what had happened to her, since her arrival in the hotel room. From the odd mirror, to suddenly falling. Anya knew the rest.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 11:34 am
The girl would listen her left eye startign to twitch, adn move about of it's own acorde again as her left arm would start moving as well, her hand closing, and opening. her attention didn't turn from Ryan, exept to re lock the cuff on her shoulder.
"Yeah, that sounds about right. most of us fall in to this world through mirrors. just like that ol' fariy tale I suppose, only we're not crazy." she would laugh, and then look over the interesting outfit. "So, you got your cloaths right there if you want. Mean time, Care takers probly wonderin where I'm at. wasn't supposed to be out this long."
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 11:39 am
"Um....yeah.....I'll wait till I find a place to change..." She said, blushing again, as she picked up the skirt and shirt.
As she stood up, she began to take a few steps, before wobbling, and falling back on her stomach whilst trying to walk in the high-heels.
"Dangit.....how do girls walk in these things...."
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