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 Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 1:14 pm
 Here they were to stay, Now let them be where they may.
Minerva smirked as she put the finishing touches on her ‘little project’. Oh yes, that should keep the wrinkled old b*****d busy for a while. When all his little charges were shipped off to a different time and realm he’d either have to find a way to fetch them back or deal with their families when they came a-calling. Somehow she didn’t think Veritas wanted to waste any of his time on the royal families.
Meanwhile the little brats would be kept busy trying to kill each other. Well, they were doing that anyway but this would be a little more overt. She grinned outright, then let out a laugh. Oh, this was going to be delicious. She looked down at the map she’d been using in her spell reading the words at the top with a certain amount of smug satisfaction. “New York.”
Another delicate wave of her fingers, and everyone disappeared from their places. The dining hall, the hallways... gardens, pockets of rooms... they all simply, vanished, and would fall in random places throughout the city.
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Its warm out, late spring. Not unbearably so, but enough to make you sweat while walking on the sidewalks of the city. There are people every where, walking, running, shouting, talking; just one giant mass of people in a very small space. And all of the people look different. Some are white, some are black, others a mix of tan and brown. Some are talking in English, while others shout in a language that sounds as foreign as an alien.
The noise level is beyond comprehendible. People talking and shouting at their friends and into phones; music fills the side walks as people perform tricks or dance to the beat, while passerby’s throw coins into hats and instrument cases. Cars are honking their horns, exhaust pipes banging as cars drive away. Traffic is lining the street both ways, and is moving at a crawling pace. So much yellow fills the road; taxi cabs dominate the vehicles while personal cars dot the street every so often; a splash of black, a hint of blue or white. There are not many, it’s mostly a sea of yellow.
This place is made of concrete: the sidewalks, the roads, the buildings. Oh the buildings! Huge sky scrappers reach for the sky, trying to kiss the sun. Some buildings look like they descend right into heaven. Others are short, dilapidated with windows and doors boarded up as if to keep something out, or perhaps to keep something locked within? The sun bounces off of countless windows from the giant buildings, blinding those who look at them. From the street, many buildings have giant glass windows displaying objects and clothing. Inviting signs try to entice travelers to come inside and purchase something from within.
Beyond the noise and sights there are many smells in the air. Vendors on the street selling hot dogs and pretzels have a wonderful smell emanating from the carts. Restaurants whose doors are open also have a pleasant smell. However the biggest odors that will hang in the air are of exhaust from cars, and the smell of sewage. The warm day seems to heat up the refuse under the city, making the streets reek. It almost smells toxic.
Not far from the bustle of the city there is a quiet place, a place that is busy yet peaceful. A park in the center of the city allows people to sit in green grass, hike among trees and enjoy the beautiful sun.
A statue of a woman in green sits in the harbor off the shores of the city and little towns within the city limits give visitors a sense of Asian and European culture.
It is, in lame man’s terms, a little overwhelming.
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Now.. .they'd be out of the picture, long enough for her to plan on how to best confront him. Hiding herself away, thoughts rampant in her head, she smirked, and sounded her voice through the castle. "Why, Veritas... all of your guests! They're gone."
Which, the old god would have already realized, given that Corrine had been informing him of Sokar's state, and simply.. disappeared with an inhuman clicking noise.
And as the god's teeth clenched, Minerva's laughter echoed through the now, very empty halls.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 1:44 pm
 A lady with a violin,
Playing to the seas
Hearken to the sound of calling
I tied myself to the wheel
The winds talk to my sails, not me
Come to me....Come to me... Somewhere _____________________________________________________ there my fate revealed...
I hear but how will I see? Kingdom Lust Rank: Youngest Princess Location:Lost in a Hallway It was odd.. she'd just been with Sasha, Lincoln, Kirios and Lucas in the castle. Odd because it seemed as though as soon as her eyes closed and reopened –merely blinked-- nothing was how it had been. Instead, there were many women wearing breeches of a blue material. There were many unfamiliar looking lights that didn't look like they were going to die with the wax and wick of a candle. She gasped, holding a hand to her chest. What on earth had happened? “Where am I?” She murmured, music notes weaving into the air, but lost a bit more quickly in all of the business that was the city.
There were glass shops, with hangers and servants posing stiffly in the odd garbs. There were colors and flashing, a fountain inside. And a hum from all the voices working in what was a very, very odd looking mansion. The steps were moving; there was dinging and a fountain indoors. People toting bags that were made of a flimsy material, heavy with things unknown.
The princess was suddenly dizzy, feeling feint. “Excuse me.” She said, curtsying to the first group of people hat passed her, staring at her as though she were a pariah. “Can you tell me, where it is I've found myself?” How was it, that she was lost while already being lost?
They backed away, eyes widened, the lustful look in their eyes the only thing she recognized in this strange world. “Why is she dressed like that?” One of them asked, nudging a friend in the side. Lorelei's lip began to tremble, and she bit down on it, unsure of what else to do.
“Please,” She said, not above begging. ”I'm lost...” But the group had already backed away, leaving the siren alone in a crowd of people that she obviously didn't belong to. And if she were here... where had the others been deposited? Or had she been the only one misplaced?
~Ryan...~ The princess pulled at his name, because they'd so recently used this method of communication. ~Ryan... I'm not okay any more... please... help me. I know you have your family sup, but I'm in a very strange place, and I'm not quite sure how I got here.~
[[Oddly Oafish Commentary: Lazy post. I hate intros]] The siren sang so sweet and watched the sailors go down, anyone would drown
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 7:46 pm
Ɉϕɧɳ Ӎiҫɧϵɑɭ Gɍϵϵɳϵ Kingdom: Forititude Rank: Prince Location: I don't freaking know! I can talk?! What?! White walls surround us
As we sleep among the dead ((If anything in this post is too off, let me know. I just decided to add two little twists to the tale of John and his friend Darius. )) One minute, John Micheal Greene had been waiting for Tao to wake up, with Theoran in the hallway. The next, he felt himself being swept away. His eyes blinked as he suddenly found himself outside. For a few moments, the angel was too shocked to do anything. His eyes looked wide as he saw people with their dogs and kids playing with some kind of disk. Then, John finally snapped out of his stupor. However, all that came out of him was a gasp. This gasp made him blink in surprise. What the? I shouldn't be able to make a sound.
His hand rubbed against his throat gently as John moved out of the trees. To the people around him, John just seemed to be a man dishealved. The shirt and pants seemed too loose on the angel's body. Admittedly, the strange people assumed it was a drunken man and went on their way.
The prince stood straight and straightened out his clothes. Well, I got to figure out where I am before I can find Haven or anyone else I know. Thus, the angel walked up to a man sitting on the bench. Surprisingly, the person looked a lot like his friend Darius. Should I try and see if that noise wasn't just me, or talk to him via telepathy? Unfortunately, the man turned and raised an eyebrow at John. "You just going to stare, or are you actually going to do something?"
This shook John out of his mind and he blinked slightly. "Sorry..." Wait! I just spoke! Yes! Wait...how the hell did I become unmute? Gah! I'll figure it out later! "I just don't know where I am....can you tell me where I am, sir?" The man chuckled and shook his head. "Got too drunk last night huh?" The angel raised an eyebrow and the man laughed some more. "Don't worry! It happens all the time in New York City!" ‘New York City’? That is where I am? I have never heard of such a place. "But to answer your question, you are in Central park! The famed park itself!" This park is well-known? Then why have I not heard of it? "So tell me stranger, what is your name?"
John blinked and tilted his head slightly, still a bit overwhelmed. "The name's...John....John Micheal Greene....yourself?" The man smirked and nodded. "You can call me Darius!" Darius? Like my friend Darius? That would make no sense! My friend is dead! "How....did you come to be named such a name?" Darius blinked and chuckled some more. "Because my mom was too obsessed with Darius Rucker! That's how!" The confusion in John's eyes made Darius shake his head. "You must be still intoxicated, or don't pay attention to country enough. I can totally understand. That music isn't the best." The man patted the open spot next to him, and John sat beside him.
"So, where you are from?" John tilted his head as he tapped his chin. "I'm from...." Should he truly tell this stranger where he was from? He could from Wraith for all John knew! "Nowhere..." Darius laughed and grinned at John. "You are either still drunk, or a strange man. Maybe you are both?" The prince couldn't help but fine humor in the statement. He laughed a little himself as he was glad his wings didn't feel like coming out. "Yeah. I'm guess I'm both!" The two laughed together and started to chat some more.
As they did, John couldn't help but wonder if this truly was his friend. If it was, did that mean another of himself could be found in this new place? It would be interesting to see if that were true. For now, the simple company allowed the angel to slowly let go of the strangeness, and embrace the new opportunity in front of him. One away from all the chaos. One away....from everything. We can chase the dark together
As the sky returns to grey
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 8:19 pm
Amarenth Soren "Sora" Hyuga Kingdom: Envy
Rank: Knight
Location: I have no idea where I am, This place is dark 
Cross through the night
I looked down and lost my way
my light
The woman had heard the replies of Lincoln(Xard). But before she could respond, her body felt itself being moved. Her senses stopped working for what seemed like too long. When they finally worked again, Soren jumped a little. Her hand reached for her weapon. Unfortunately, her weapon had disappeared. Where did it go? I don't like this. Though, after realizing that no one was about to attack her, the knight relaxed. Just a little.
Her eyes found herself in a strange environment. It reminded her of a dungeon. A strange dungeon. The place had mirrors on the walls. Below them were strange white bowls with knobs on it. Behind her, Soren looked to see metal doors. She walked slowly and pushed one of the doors opened. The stench made her back off. God! I don't need anyone telling me what that smell is! Do people not know how to clean after themselves? The woman was about to shut the door when she heard another door opening. Immediately, the knight went into the small area, and shut the door behind her. The, she stood on top of the strange bowl.
It allowed herself a good height boost. Soren could see a woman in tight clothing washing her hands. The skirt only reached to mid-thigh. On top of that, the shirt only reached to her mid back, and her shoes reached all the way up to her knees. What a strange outfit. Do people in this dungeon wear that? She tilted her head as the woman seemed to applying stuff to her face. This made the knight even more curious, eventually slipping down and deciding to talk to her. "Hey lady, what in the hell are you doing to your face?"
The woman turned, giving Soren a strange look. She pointed to her purse as if the woman expected Soren to know what she was referring to. "Uh yeah, if I knew what you were referring to, I wouldn't have asked." It seemed that amused the painted woman, causing her to laugh. "Makeup. You know, the s**t you put on your face to pretty you up tots?" An eyebrow was raised at the tots comment. "I have a name you know." The woman shook her head and laughed some more. "I can't call you a name if I don't know it." She does got a point. "Soren."
"Soren huh? Interesting name. What is up with the outfit? You a medieval cosplayer or something?" The knight looked at her outfit and tilted her head. "Medieval what?" The woman shook her head and sighed. "Never mind. I got more important things than to talk to weirdoes." Her eyes watched as the woman left the dungeon and the knight tilted her head. And she calls me the weirdo. With no hesitance, Soren walked out of the dungeon and found herself in a lighted tunnel. A tunnel that would be referred to by modern people, as the subways of New York City.
As she sat down at a random bench, not caring for the stares people gave her, Soren wondered where she should go now. She knew she needed to find the Envy family. But, if the knight had no idea where she was, how was she post to find them? I'll figure something out. Thus, Soren lied herself back against the bench, and waited for an epiphany to come to her. Brought to my knees
Though the darkness surrounds
it pull me down,
I do not sink beneath
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 8:21 pm
Location - I don't know?, Very worried.
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Heir of Humility |I am the son and heir.
Of nothing in particular.|
He had been with Evony and Sokar not moments before he was certain of that. As he was conversing with them a ball of light had flew in courtesy of his sister yet before he could do anything he felt the sudden urge to close his eyes. Doing so quickly yet as he reopened them the sight that greeted him was unfamiliar and quite frankly a little frightening. No longer was he in the castle he had been in nor was the smell that greeted him familiar. The only explanation was that he was currently asleep. Yes he was asleep that made perfect sense. Though he was not having a pleasant dream that much he was sure of. A sight this bizarre and odd could only be a nightmare. There were great steel monstrosities everywhere with people inside them. And buildings that reached towards the heavens. Not to mention the sea of people he was surrounded by. They were very rude bumping into him as they passed him without any thought of an apology.
One person stopped to look at him and examine him as if he was odd before that person simply left laughing and saying something about Ryan being weird. "Uh hello? Anybody? I seem to have gotten myself lost in an unfamiliar place." A few passing people muttered something that sounded an awful lot like "weirdo needs to go back to the nuthouse." After that Ryan was hesitant to draw attention to himself and back up against one of the large buildings taking a seat on a bench that had a sleeping homeless man on it. What had happened to him? Fear laced his every thought as he waited for this horrible nightmare to end. Closing his eyes as before he opened them only to be met with the same sight. Panic worked it's way into his very core as he pinched himself. Wait?! He wasn't dreaming?! What was going on?!
As he tried sorting through things in his head a very welcome voice entered his head that helped to calm him. 'What is it Lorelei?' Ryan tried his best to remain calm as he spoke to her and despite the song echoing in his head something about her voice quickly made his calm disappear. Then she spoke words that caused his heart to plummet. It wasn't a dream and he wasn't the only one lost. 'Try to remain calm Lorelei I am lost as well and probably in the same place. We need to find each other quickly and anyone else we may know.' Looking around he spotted a sign by the road with the steel monsters on it. The sign said Wall Street and Ryan decided that the best bet to finding her was to follow those signs. 'Okay by the pathway there should be a sign of some kind with names on it. I am on something called Wall Street. If we can follow those signs to each other maybe we can figure something out.' Waiting for her reply Ryan silently hoped not everyone was lost like this. Then suddenly a thought occurred to him and Ryan decided to try something else. "KIRKIS?! If you can hear me I could use some assistance." The ghost had offered him help whenever he needed it right? He was certainly getting enough stares for just randomly shouting.
|I am human and I need to be loved.
Just like everybody else does.|
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 8:30 pm
♕ΊȚ ωɑʂ Ҭɧҽ ωɪϲқҽɖ ɑɳɖ ωɪɭɖ ωɪɳɖ♛ ♔Ƀɭҽῳ ɖȯῳɳ Ҭɧҽ ɖȯȯʀʂ ϯȯ ζҽϯ ɱҽ ɪɳ♚
♘șɧɑϯϯҽʀҽɖ ωɪɳɖȯῳʂ ɑɳɖ Ҭɧҽ șȯʮɳɖ Ȱғ ɖʀʮɱʂ♞ ♗Ρҽȯϼɭҽ Ҫȯʮɭɖ ɳȯϯ Ƀҽɭɪҽѵҽ ωɧɑϯ Ί Ӊɑɖ Ƀҽϲȯɱҽ♝ ☽ ȡαηȶе ʛαѵῖηΐ ☾ Ӄῖηɠɖȏɱ: Ƚʋȿȶ Ɍɑɳƙ: ρɽῖηҫε Ƚȏҫɑҭῖӧη: Where the ******** am I? ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀ 
Dante woke up and quickly rubbed his head. The words that had been spoken right before he passed out quickly rushed through his mind. First was his confrontation with his father, the old coot, and then the weird woman he encountered. His eyes shot open wide as he realized something strange. His arms were longer than before, and his clothes seemed incredibly tight. The knife that he had so recently gotten back was stabbing into his side. He adjusted the knife and tried to stand, and barely gained balance as he fell against a wall. He was much taller now and his clothing was definitely smaller. What had happened to him?
He looked up to survey his surroundings, and the sounds that were merely background noise seemed to flood his senses. How could all of that noise be coming from anywhere within... the castle? He then realized that he was in some sort of alley, but he was definitely not inside the castle or anywhere he had been to. He made his way down the alleyway, giving and odd look towards a homeless man that was unconscious on the ground. He shook his head in disgust, wherever he was it was no different than the kingdoms. While this mans clothing was different, the idea was not. He would have to do something about his clothes, but we was not taking that man's clothes.
He pulled his cloak around his body, glad it was enchanted to fit the wearer perfectly. The cloak stuck to him perfectly, hiding his exposed skin and clothing as he neared the end of the alleyway. His eyes quickly adjusted to the sunlight that burnt his eyes, but he could tell the air was different. It tasted funny, and even smelt funny. His eyes scanned the streets and found the results to be quite strange. There were so many people, and all of them were just moving about so noisily. What were these things that were maneuvering through the streets? Some kind of steel beast? He narrowed his eyes and looked around better, seeing the people talking into small strange devices that they held to their ear. Where in the world was he? He couldn't be dreaming, he knew that... Was this another result of the spell the witch had cast on him? Age him and send him off to some distant planet? He closed his eyes and thought, what could he do?
He had been aged by the witch, he was currently around eighteen. He had grown a good foot and a half, and was definitely a late bloomer in the looks department. He reached into his pockets and found a small pouch of gold and silver coins and let out a sigh. He hoped that the people here still used this as currency.
He pulled the cloak tight around is upper body and started walking. His pants probably looked like longer shorts, but they definitely did not fit him. He closed his eyes for a split second and put a small layer of his powers between the pants and his skin so that they did not stop his circulation. He needed new clothes, and he was going to find some. He walked until he hit a shop that had glass that worked almost like a mirror and stopped in his tracks, turning to observe himself. "Is... Is that me?" He touched his face, the reflection doing the same. He shook his head and continued moving. This surely was a strange spell to use on someone. Who was that woman, and what had he done to anger her?
He stopped quickly as he noticed a sign. The words "Gold and Silver for $$CASH$$" were written on it and he quickly entered. The man gave him an odd look and raised an eyebrow. "Do you exchange gold and silver for the currency that you folks use around here?" The man gave a nod and began to look Dante up and down, not exactly sure what he was trying to do. The man's hand lay on the gun under the desk, ready to fire if the boy was to make a move. Dante swiftly took out the bag and emptied it upon the solid surface, the sound of the solid coins ringing out. "How much could I get for the silver?" He plucked the gold up and shoved it back into the small pouch and waited for the man to pick them up, but instead he just stared. "Well? Are you just going to sit and stare at them like a harlot or are you going to service me? How much?" The man asked if they were real and Dante nearly spit on him. "How dare you insult me so!" It seemed with puberty came a bit of a temper, or maybe it was just the stress of the situation? "They are real, sir, now please get on with it. I have things to do other than sit in this little shop of yours." He blinked as listened to his own voice, quickly pushing the thoughts out of his head. There was no time for that.
As Dante left the shop he looked at all the dollars that the man had given him. There was 'one thousand' of these dollar bills in his hand, but he only counted about thirty. Apparently the number on the 'bill' stood for how many dollars the bill counted for. He quickly found the closest clothing store, simply by looking at the window and seeing male clothing, it was a place called PacSun. Strange name if you asked him. How could you pack a sun? That was simply impossible, and why would anyone want to wear it? He walked in and was instantly greeted by an attractive young man, and something strange stirred in him. He knew what it was instantly, attraction. Lust. Something his kingdom and family were well known for. He pushed the thoughts out of his mind and asked the man to find him some clothes. The boy gave him a strange look as he noticed what he was wearing, and let out a laugh. 'Damn, college prank?' Dante simply nodded, not entirely sure what that was to mean. 'Well, they sure got you. How did they even fit you in those things? Strange cape they have you in.' The boy shook his head and told Dante to follow him. 'Now what are you looking for?' "Anything. Just need to get out of these clothes, just pick out whatever is the normal to wear in this city. Never been here before, not sure how I got here really..." The man gave him another look. 'Damn, they got you pretty well. Where do you live?' Dante thought quickly. "To the south." The man laughed, 'Ah, a Jersey boy?' Dante nodded and followed the man as he lead him towards the mens section.
"I'll take that." Dante pointed towards a dummy that was wearing a set of blue jeans with a flannel blue and green button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a white v-neck on under. "And I'll need new shoes, too." It seemed his shoes were destroyed by his growth, which was a lucky thing. He hadn't even noticed he was walking around bare foot. 'Sure thing, boss, I'll snag you some socks, too. What size are you?' Dante frowned, size? As in his foot size? Crap, what did they use here? "Uhm, not really sure. Head's a bit blurry." He shook his head and the boy laughed. He was lead over to some sitting place and the sales man pulled over some metal device that he put Dante's foot into. He was a size ten and a half, but damn was that device cold as hell.
Dante walked out of that store feeling much better. He had bought a bag and thrown his old clothes and the dagger into it, along with something called a wallet to hold his money along with the boy's number... whatever that was used for. He slung the bag over his shoulder and began walking, not really sure where he was going.
He suddenly saw something that made his eyes water. "Lori!!" His voice rang out, loud and strong. It nearly scared him, but he was so excited he couldn't help himself. He quickly shot forward, but one of the metal beasts seemed to want to eat him. A loud noise caught him off guard and he stumbled backwards, but the monster kept coming at him. He erected a wall in front of him, and the car slammed into it. His eyes widened as he saw the insides of the monster and he sat there stunned, not sure what to do. Fear shot through him and he stared over towards his sister.
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♘Ɉʮʂϯ Ȁ Ρʮϼϼҽϯ Ȱɳ Ȁ ζȯɳҽɭӌ șϯʀɪɳɠ♞ ♗Ȱɧ ωɧȯ ωȯʮɭɖ Ȩѵҽʀ ωɑɳϯ Ҭȯ Ƀҽ Ӄɪɳɠ?♝
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 8:33 pm
  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"Ϯҕε ɠѳȡ ȿlȧӯεɍ" Kingdom: Veritas Rank: Dragoon Location: The streets of the Big Apple; It's like a twisted Christmas wish come true! Christ... The first thing of Indigo's that came back, sans consciousness, was his combat training. Opening his eyes, he brought the Blade of the Lost God to a readied stance as quick as he could muster, hastily scanning his surroundings. "An...alley?" As it turned out, he came to laying in a dumpster. How he got there was one of the more pressing questions in his head. It was almost surreal, it looked so modern, it'd been a good fifty years or so since he'd last seen anything like this. Hopping out of the nearly full dumpster, he looked up to be greeted by a blue sky with the odd cloud cluster here and there. Sheathing the Blade, he wasn't entirely convinced he was clear of danger for the time being, but if he kept his weapon at the ready, he was magnitudes more likely to enter his Avatar state, which no one wanted. The last thing he needed was to go comatose in a foreign land that had a familiar stench to it, like a lingering filth that permeated the city's history. For a moment, he thought it was Xard who had done this, that he must've let his guard down for a moment only to find the demon had transported him, but this? This clearly wasn't Veritas' castle, and he could sense it wasn't even the same realm. This was beyond Xard. Alehstrasza! Alehstrasza, can you hear me? Leaning against the dumpster, the Astral slumped down and clasped his head. Whatever happened was almost temporal in it's disturbance, he got the same headache but on a far less severe scale whenever he passed through a Slipgate to get to another realm. Which, inevitably pointed him in a direction he feared; that he wasn't the only one pulled through. "Some kind of mass teleport, but this is a grand scale...Xard may have been able to do it, but he's not stupid enough. He and I both know the repercussions of something like this..." Pushing off from his resting point, he stumbled forward, using the wall as a makeshift crutch to keep him upright. Raising a hand to guard from the light as he exited the alley, he looked up in a mixture of confusion and interest. "The Empire State Building? Huh. Guess they finally finished that beast..."
As Xakstrazi walked the streets of the foreign city he'd been to only once before in the 20s, he was all too familiar with how this tale would end up for him. Dressed as he was, looking as he did, he was at least lucky enough to be dropped in the middle of a city filled with some of the strangest people the land held, thankfully he wouldn't be taken as an incredibly rare sight- no, just another oddball New Yorker. "Hey man, nice cosplay!" Smiling and waving at the commenter, he continued his mindless walk. Alright alright, time to throw the book at this. I can safely assume others have been pulled through. That's bad. Priority one, finding them...oh hell, priority one is finding Madelyne. Xard would be familiar with this land, likely more so than me. Ok, find Madelyne, find the others, find Xard. Thankfully his job would be made significantly easier by the simple fact that people from the previous realm wore more...elegant clothing, or at least, much less casual as they seemed to here. What's more, they would likely cause at least some kind of disturbance, it was just a matter of finding those disturbances. While not exactly what he expected when he entered the grand dining hall, he had to admit, at least there was some fun to be had in this mess. However, as he continued down the street, he couldn't help but be lead by his nose. "Oh man, it's been ages since I've had anything like this...oi! Vendor! Gimme' a dog with the works." However, as he said that, he immediately regretted it. While he did occasionally keep mementos from his travels, currency was not among them. "And put it on my tab Arnie." Said a young brunette who appeared to be sizing him up. "Hah, thank you kindly miss. It didn't occur to me that this outfit doesn't have pockets, no pockets, no wallet." Shrugging his shoulders sheepishly, the only thing he could do was flash an apologetic yet goofy smile. "No trouble, sugar. Nice outfit by the way, love the hair." It was almost a shame that he had to find Madelyne as soon as physically possible, she seemed nice enough, and Indigo was awfully fond of the gesture of buying him food.
Having walked away from the encounter both fed and slipped the young lady's number, the Astral couldn't help but think more and more on the situation at hand. Maybe it was Veritas? As he recalled, the God had a taste for the occasional random catastrophe such as this. He'd even heard word from some of the servants of a contest in his labyrinthine catacombs, an idea he nearly shuddered at. It wasn't out of fear of the catacombs themselves, but this was a God older than he was, by how much was anyone's guess. Who knew what exotic things he may have locked away down there? A question he much preferred to remain unanswered, at least by his own experience. That aside, it didn't seem like something Veritas would do. Presumably, all of his guests were in New York as well, and very little good could come of that for him. Whoever it was that caused this was a question that was, sadly, to be for later. The who wasn't nearly as important as the why, and the why wasn't nearly as important as ensuring everyone's safety, or at least those he could manage. It dawned on him as he pondered this though, that without Alehstrasza's help, finding everyone was going to take a little while. Stacking on that, the situation was desperate. He could create Slipgates, given proper preparations and concentration, he might even be able to create a Slipgate back to Veritas' realm, but on a mass scale to get everyone back? The only way that would be even remotely feasible would be with Xard's help, and that was assuming Xard wasn't actually the one behind this fiasco to begin with. Bloody hell, this whole SNAFU may well be the death of me...ah, who am I kidding? In thirteen hundred years, nothing has been able to bring me down, no reason to think that this will. OOC: Oh boy oh boy, Indigo loose in New York City, it's like a dream come true!
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 10:25 pm
Jack Rohaun
Occupation: Mercenary/Devil Hunter
Kingdom of Interest: Avarice
Mood: WTF!?When his companion did not make a move, Jack teleported right about the half ice demon as she fell. Once her head cracked against a rock, Jack descended upon her with his demon raised; Ra was still clothed, but that did not make him any less lethal. He dug his heels into her stomach, causing Alice to yelp and lurch upward. Her face was then grasped by his daemonic arm. With tremendous force, Jack crushed the ice that was the beasts facade. Beneath the icy mask, was Alice's human form. Her eyes were shocked and horrified by Jack's strength. Then, without any emotion in his eyes, the devil hunter smashed in her whole head. Grey matter, blood, and bodily juices flooded the bowl that her once solid head sat. Three red lights then flashed into existence along Jack's arm. "Your soul is mine!" growled the hunter. Light surrounded Jack's body. It was blinding to say the least. The half-demon's body disintegrated into snow from beneath him once her soul was fully taken. Before the light vanished, however, Jack felt a pulling feeling all over his person. Then everything went dark.
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Upon regaining consciousness, Jack took in a deep breath of air. This was followed by a cough, a horrendous one, from breathing in a lung full of smog. His ears picked up on the sound of a car zooming by him. This left him confused. The last he remembered he was in a forest, not a concrete jungle. He stood up from a bench he was sitting on, not quite sure how, and looked for any landmarks. He had to make sure he was where he thought he was. Turned a full 360 to take it all in. Skyscrapers completely surrounded him and a very large screen. "A screen? Wait. I'm in Time's Square. Then this is New York City! How did this happen? If it was Xard's magic, I would have felt it. No, this is someone else's doing. Xard is here though, so my quest still keeps me here.
"I wonder if the others are here as well? They must be. Xard would not forcibly teleport me with him. That's not his style or way of thinking. He likes being chased. I should find everyone," he muttered to himself. He looked down to see if he was still wearing his leather armor. That was a no. His clothes always changed to fit the times. He was not wearing a black trench coat, dress shoes, and a black tailored suit complete with a a white dress shirt and black tie. On top his head was a brimmed hat. His goggles became sun glasses. At least he would not get odd stares.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 11:45 pm
►Micah Gavini◄ Kingdom: Lust
Rank: Former Heiress
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The young princess began to walk the familiar halls of the castle (though the seemed to constantly be changing and never were they the same). When as Micah rounded a corner and merely glanced to her feet a flash of light and a pop followed by this odd but extremely loud sound startled her upright. Her silver pools locking with a metal box with fireballs hoisted to it's front, the box came charging at her with inhumanly speed as the sound blared from it. The silver haired woman leaped from it's path and landed hard on stone. The princess' heart seemed to move to her throat and her pulse pounded with in her ears as she looked back to see more of the metal boxes zoom by. What had happened? She was certain that she no longer resided with in Veritas' Castle or even with in her world.
"Miss, may I help you?" Came a gruff voice from above her. She glanced upward to meet the pale green eyes that were dotted with tiny brown speaks. Micah nodded and held out her hand, the man took it and pulled her up right, she glanced around ones again frightened by all the differences. Woman were not clothed as woman should be, they were buildings so tall she thought Gods must live at the top. "Does he not have any cloths on?" She asked, her hand cupping her mouth as she stared at a man with only a hat upon his head and a guitar covering his gift-from-god. The man who stood near her chuckled. "Why I do believe so. You aren't from around here are you?" He asked as she turned back to face him.
"N-o-o.. How did you know?" She asked as she slipped into his mind to find out exactly where here was. A single two words seemed to jump out to her, New York. What kind of name was that she thought as she drifted back into herself. The man offered her a gentle smile and pointed to her clothing. "Not many woman around here wear floor length skirts and corsets." He said as his gaze seemed to linger on the fullness of her breasts, his tongue sweeping across his lower lip. She shot him a glare. "Most men where I come from are not such bores." She spat out as she pulled her skirts into her hand and began to trudge off in some direction.
Micah's pace was brisk as she weaved her way down the busy stone path, trying her best not to bump into anyone. Yet everyone of them seemed to be bumping into her. Her gaze caught a flicker of auburn hair and a familiar scent hit her nose. "Lorelei?" She uttered allowed as she began to move more quickly through the crowed. It was in deed her baby sister and one she hadn't seen since she'd killed Alexander. The thought of the hubris heir brought a tight knot into her throat and she almost thought of turning away that was until she saw the very frightened look upon Lorelei's face.
Her sister obviously had no clue where she was either and Micah could not allow her to fend for herself especially if other men like the one she'd met lurked this place. "Lorelei.. Are you alright?" She asked as she placed a gentle hand upon her shoulder.
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 12:40 am
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She’d been…where had she been exactly? Only just crossing the threshold from Corrine’s older quarters…hesitantly following Liam, who’d seemed so—well, perhaps ‘eager’ wasn’t the word, but intent on garnering her attentions. Oh, Evony had detested the look on his face…so slack and riddled with pity when he stated that he’d arrived on her eldest brother’s behest. Surely it was something to do with Max; the dilapidated vision of her undead brother had already curdled to the surface of her thoughts when she bid a quiet farewell to those in the room. A temporary one, mind you! For she had been intent on returning to help the gardener…
But that…that changed, and in not even a moment! Everything had changed! No sooner had she left the room, opened her mouth to spill questions unto the knight at her side…a moment, a second…
The blink of an eye…
And she was on her side, in the dark. No familiar voices met her ears now, little pale eyes fluttering open and fluidly scrounging the area which contained her for some source of light. Wha-?!” Fear bade the words to be internal as the princess tried to sit up…only for the void to rumble and force her back downwards, painting the conclusion that wherever she was…whatever she was in…It’s m-moving. I’m moving!…
And outside…she could hear noises! Sounds so loud that she almost ventured to think she’d wandered into the midst of a warfront…a-and all that blocked her was this dark…moving box. Confusion blanketed the young princess, making her tiny, budding chest almost unbearably heavy with panic; youthful features contorted, gemstone eyes growing so large that they may well have comprised her entire face. Breath left her—quick, short. Hyperventilating, she was- Oh gods! The vessel has stopped!
Somewhere through the midst of her panic attack, a slight jolt from the “box” sounded, pulling the Envian’s petite form backward. Indicating that whatever trapped her had slowed to an abrupt halt. What was worse…the noises outside hadn’t at all ceased. And even worse than that, something…some obscured object which had been keeping her company toppled, landing on her midriff with an audible ‘omph!’…although, the material comprising it gave slightly, Evony’s fingers reaching to trace its outline to confirm its softness...it was a case, of some sort. And it wasn’t at all large enough for her to squirm under when the “box” finally broke open, all the distempered noise and light flooding inwards at her, making the young woman flinch and tremble.
“The ********- there’s a damn kid in here!” The man’s face was hard to discern at first; beady eyes and thin lips set between a large, balding forehead and stalky beard…buried beneath layers of folding skin like multiple chins. Stains flecked his shirt, and before he’d noticed Evony he’d been scratching at his belly, rearing to grab the suitcase which had toppled on top of her- “Kid, what the ******** you doin’ in there, huh?!” Behind him, a rather posh looking woman had cupped a hand to her mouth.
”I…” Gods! Where had she ended up?! What sort of cruel dream would take her to a place like this, so laden with grey structures and oddly dressed people?! And what on earth was this…vessel, containing her? Evony sat gaping at the cab-driver, and the passenger who stood mirroring the expression behind him; her arms snaked around the suitcase like it might be the only thing tethering her to reality, and she let paled irises steal away to see her surroundings. The vessel –a carriage, perhaps?- was colored stark yellow, although the layout of the groove she sat in comprised of an odd, rough gray fabric. Outside of it…there were…things- beasts which she’d neither seen nor imagined zooming by at astonishing speeds, and people walking on either side of their path (all dressed very oddly), acting as if their presence posed no threats at all. Some were even crossing in front of them!
“-Hey! You hear me? I asked you how you got in my damn cab!”
Oh, his voice was grating! Cruel, even, and coupled with such malice in his eyes! Those gathering behind them (the woman was no longer alone; apparently the scene was attracting quite the crowd) stared on with varied expression…some surprised, others accusing…looking to the man now, as if he were to blame. As if he’d done something terrible.
Had he? Had he brought her here? Stolen her from under the nose of Envy’s greatest knight and conjured her here, to this terrible place?
The princess opened her mouth, but lost all ability to speak; rather, a scream wracked her body…petite visage rising, stumbling and then scrambling to leave the trunk of the taxi—to escape the girth of that gathering crowd. Strange, terrible beings with faces like people, like elves and humans…but surely they were something much darker. Evony emerged, a filigree of ivy hem and lace, of gold bangled jewelry and flying flaxen tresses spilling out from their ranks…running without thought into the streets.
Where now –and it took her a moment to realize this-, little Evony was at the mercy of all those strange, moving beasts. Feet hit the ground, frozen…somewhere in the distance, she could hear those strange people crying out. The cars screeched, emitting honking noises which only caused the child to lose the color in her face…little head bowing down, little arms raising upwards…trying to somehow protect herself from the city’s wrath.
((OOC: lol last model change for evony I swear. as always thanks becca for the pretty pictures. ^.^ also anyone who wants to autograb evony/save her/whatever has my permission lol.))
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 1:32 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI might steal your clothes  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxand wear them if they fit meKingdom: Veritas/Lust Rank: Peasant Location: New York City, Center Of The Universe. (Times are shitty, but I'm pretty sure they can't get worse...)╔═════════════════════════════════════ ♛═════════════════════════════════════╗Tao woke up with a freight, John's voice booming in his head. As he raised his hand as a reflex to fire a bolt of energy towards the intruder he was suddenly whisked away. He suddenly appeared in the air, the bolt he fired sailing off into the sky. His eyes widened as he looked around and found himself in a tree, not in the bed he fell asleep in. Where was the person who had awoken him? He could have sworn John's voice had penetrated his skull.
He looked around to find many people moving about under him, and quickly hopped down from the branch that held him up. A small boy nearby sat next to his mother staring, pulling on his mothers dress. Tao shot the boy a smile and put a finger to his lips, giving the boy a small wink as he walked on by. The boy sat there, confused and scared. Tao moved about, not sure what was happening. Was he still dreaming? This could, of course, just be a dream. So why not go with it? He walked the streets and listened to the idle chatter of passerby's. What a strange place he was in. He turned down a darkened alley and moved through it without any troubles, something most people in New York would find quite strange. He made it out on the other side and quickly found his ears being attacked by a scream. A scream only a princess could make. He turned his head and saw a woman come hurling towards him, he knew her. She was indeed a princess, of where he could not remember but that didn't matter now.
He stepped in front of her, grabbing her quickly and pulling her against his chest. "Calm yourself, princess. My name is Tao Klow, and from what I can see you are also here... which means that this is not a dream, and we have been whisked away. By what or who I do not know, but what matters now is finding out where, or should I say when, we are." The metal horse carriages, minus the horse, where definitely not from the time they just came from. Their time. Something was up, but he didn't really care. He was a traveler, a gypsy, he would make do.
"Now, are you all calm?" He leveled his face to the girl's and smiled, "You have nothing to worry about now, I promise to protect you until we get back to our comfy little hell hole, or until one of your knights beats me senseless for touching you." He smiled again and flashed her a cocky grin. He took a step back and gave the girl time to breath, "Now, if we are here... and I haven't a clue who you really are. I have seen pictures, but your name escapes me... Which means we are not connected in anyway..." He put a hand on his chest, the pains from earlier coming back. He had ignored them when he thought he was dreaming, because it wasn't possible to feel pain in a dream, but now he realized that they were there and that wasn't something he liked. He took took in a sharp breath and let out a sigh. "That means that there is a good chance the others are here too, no doubt some crazy plan of that God that watches over you." He shook his head and removed his hand from his chest. "Right. First thing's first. New clothes. Let's go." He reached into his pocket and found a few gold coins, and he hoped that wherever they were that they accepted this as currency.╚═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝ ☪ OOC ☪ Yep, Tao found Evony.
Never made agreements, just like a gypsy And I won't back down because life's already bit me And I won't cry, because I'm too young to die if you're gonna quit me'Cause I'm a gypsy
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 6:45 am
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ƨɑϲʀәʠ ≪ ≪ ≪ ⋘ The Royal Shield ⋙ ≫ ≫ ≫ ƨɑȋȵț
Kingdom: [ Veritas' ] Rank: [ Royal Shield ] Location: [ Outside Aeropostale; How it is Kahler manages to finagle me into these situations will remain a mystery to me... ]
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 The day was off to an good, albeit unexpected start. Apollo had been enjoying a glass of some of the more high-class wines he'd tasted in his time, along with his blood-brother Kahler, before the blonde-haired merc roped the princess Maelona into a glass or three as well. Things had been going swimmingly, Kahler hadn't done anything untoward towards the princess, things were nice and calm, almost as though the wanderer had some semblence of a life, normal or otherwise. A groan escaped his lips as he rubbed his head vigorously. This pain was reminiscent of the occasional bout brought on by what he assumed was his training in the clairvoyant arts, yet different. This came without blood, as the latter usually did, be it a cough or from his nose, blood was to be found from it. This though, he hadn't experienced this before. Opening his eyes, he instinctively grasped Gospel's hilt and backed up as much as he could, which eventually ran him into a tree. It was as though he closed his eyes in Veritas' gardens and opened them in this strange new world. Whatever happened, his gut informed him that in all likelyhood, nothing good could come of this.
"Kahler..." Turning his head side to side, the Saint was worried sufficiently more not to find the quirky compatriot of his. Closing his eyes, he relaxed his vice-like grip on Gospel. Slowing his breathing, the young man forced his body to calm down so he could properly think about this. Lodiab had said something about different worlds at some point, but never anything about spontaneous teleportations like this. Hell, he didn't even know if Kahler or Maelona were teleported either. He hoped that Kahler was, as he would at least be able to help think this out, as ironically enough, Kahler did have a brain, even if he neglected it more oft than not. Maelona however, he wouldn't want wrapped up in something like this, as whatever it was, he had a sinking feeling it was the antithesis of positive. In the process of calming his body, a notion occurred to him; Xard. If what R said was true, then it was well within the realm of possibilities that this was Xard's doing, but he purpose for doing so was unknown were it the case. Maybe he was trying to pick off those searching for him one by one? Alternatively, maybe he had no hand in this at all. Whatever the case, staying where he was would do no good, with any luck he would find a familiar face in this.
In the midst of his contemplation, Apollo took note of a lady, at least he was fairly confident it was a lady, who came jogging past on some laid track. What was odd about her though was her garb, even Kahler didn't wear things as strange as that. What's more, she had something strapped to her arm with some kind of wiring going to her ears, and one of the strangest hats he'd ever seen, something of a visor to block out the sun maybe? "Look cutie, I just want to know where we are." That voice was unmistakable while being immensely relieving. "Kahler, over here." Approaching the dumb-founded man, he was greeted with a monstrous hug, one he assumed was usually saved for women bound for the bedroom. "I never thought I'd be this glad to see a guy in my life...do you have any clue what the hell is going on here?" Shrugging his shoulders, all he could really do in this situation was speculate. "I could hazard a guess, but I'll wait to confirm it. If you're here, I'd be willing to wager others are here as well." "I was actually thinking about what that R character said. Maybe that demon we're hunting did this?" See? Kahler has a brain, it's primary use is just figuring out the most efficent way to bed a woman. "The thought had occurred to me as well, but I'm not willing to pin this on the demon yet. You must remember, we're taking up residence in the halls of a God, somehow I doubt anything of this grand a scale is out of the question."
"Alright, thanks kindly gorgeous." Raising a brow as Kahler returned to him, Apollo folded his arms awaiting the situation report. "Ok, apparently, we're in some place called 'New York.' Don't ask me where that is, it just got more confusing after that. She thought we were something called 'cosplayers' though, so odds are we should just run with that. She seemed really fond of your tattoos as well." With a sigh full of discontent, the young wanderer ran a hand through his shaggy hair. "Very well then. There's no reason to believe no one else was brought here, maybe if we're lucky we'll run into them. It should be easy enough, our garb stands out here, so I imagine theirs would as well." Chuckling for a moment, the womanizing young man spoke up, "So then, if we're asked we say we're cosplayers, and our next move is to wander until we bump into something or something bumps into us?" Shrugging his shoulders, he wondered for a moment if there was more he wasn't thinking of. Maybe some angle Kahler had seen that he hadn't. "More or less. Planting his face in his hand, Kahler's grin was almost tangible in his tone. "Man, we're in a foreign land that neither of us has even heard of before, and your first impulse is to wander? Take a lesson Apollo, it's time you learn to fake it 'til you make it."
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 10:59 am
Kingdom and Title:Wrath; Heir
Location/Situation: On the way to Corrine’s ex-room; regaining control; AND THEN somewhere else O_o  I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.
- William Blake Lincoln did not really hear what Kirios and Lorelei discussed behind him, moreso focusing on the relief as his mind was vacated only by himself. There was indeed an echo of the siren song, but Lincoln did not think it was anything to worry about. Surely it would dissipate soon, and regardless he felt he was strong enough to ignore its power without the actual siren behind it. He caught the look in Lucas’ eyes, the initial anger at being touched, but was not disturbed by it. Perhaps he had more faith in Lucas’ control than the young prince did, and was not surprised to see him calm down, greeting him with a bit of a smile. Lincoln knew his youngest brother had his share of their sin, but the youth was so much better at keeping it aside, allowing grins and jokes to escape him more easily than the elder brother could. Perhaps it was the responsibility that was on his shoulders that kept him more somber, but he regretted it little.
The elder brother nodded at Lucas’ response, and also at the way he seemed to have picked up his current dilemma with a glance at Lorelei. Lincoln was grateful for a moment of peace as the siren princess turned to walk and speak with General Kirios, but a glance back at Lucas as they followed behind made his suspect just what emotion his brother had felt when he’d first seen the princess, now that he rewound the memory in his head. Could it be that Lucas was charmed also by her?
They walked silently for a minute or two, side by side, the younger being a reassuring presence tot he elder. Lincoln was quick to suspect that his little brother did have some sort of feelings for the princess of Lust, and did not feel too troubled by it. After all, he would continue to be heir, now with his renewed vigor to overcome this curse of his, and that would leave all his siblings to marry (or simply engage) anyone they might be interested in. Having had the more sordid past that he did, Lincoln understood more than most older brothers the need for his younger siblings to sow their wild oats (and then-some). It was not a big problem that Lucas was interested in the siren, other than the question is she was interested in him as well? But Lincoln, remembering a discussion with Adel once, knew there was minimal danger in a siren enchanting a siren. The way Adel explained it, they could trigger emotions, but not cause the same pull they might in a non-siren. In effect, Lucas was safe. And Lincoln supposed the same thing that Lucas had once proposed to Lorelei; if they had mutual feelings for each other, then they were true emotions, not coated with their siren songs fooling each other. And because she was of Lust, Lincoln saw no harm in their possible relationship. Wrath’s association with the Sinful kingdoms was fair enough, and because of his family situation, the heir did not see any problem whatsoever that Lorelei was (obviously) not the product of both the king and queen of Lust.
They strayed back slightly from that large general and the princess, Lincoln wishing to speak of a few things (none too private) with Lucas, and also to keep away from the siren song that infuriated him now. He did wish to ask what was their relationship, or at least association, when the bard seemed to keep step with the brothers, asking a question of his injury.
Lincoln was about to retort, but his little brother defended him with that wonderful pride of Wrath. Yet something about the nonchalant Steel tried to respark Lincoln’s memory, and he furrowed his brow in a bit of curiosity at him. Where had he seen him before? He answered him nonetheless, hoping a few words with the bard might remind him. “The catacombs. You were not here yet Steel, but it was a challenge put forth by the god of the realm. It is a minor injury, but it was reopened recently. If the sight of blood troubles you, perhaps walking with your general ahead would be more pleasant.” The tone Lincoln used was cold, but his words were generally civil, only that last part mentioned in hopes the man would leave him and his brother alone to speak a little. It was not an insult so much as only a minor snub, and a way to remind the bard of the princess Lorelei ahead of them, whom he assumed distracted him as much as she did himself and the general (for even if Kirios did not feel the same urge to take her that the heir did, his flirting made it clear that he was very much interested in her). Hand tight over his wound, he thought it felt like it was starting to finally clot, for all the “old blood” that was spilling from it. It was hard to tell because of his gloves, but the slight warmth seemed to cool a bit.
Glancing ahead of them, past the pair, he saw what looked like a more recognizable hallway turning to the right. It was not a guarantee, but it seemed to be one that led to one of the staircases. Though he didn’t want to stay close to Lorelei for at least a short time (needing to kill her and wanting to kill her being two different matters, and she had sounded properly cowed to never attempt her telepathic witchery with him again), he felt they would have to as he also needed to go up to the bedrooms to change before dinner. He was no common fool who didn’t wash up before meeting with other royals. But at least perhaps Lucas would join him so they would get to talk for a bit, and clarify a few things. At least the heir felt less vulnerable with another pair of eyes watching his back. He’d had a hard day, and the mental exhaustion was starting to wear on him, though he didn’t show it very much.
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Then however, the evening seemed to take another foul turn. There was no sudden blackness this time, as if a return of the Black Knight. But everything around him was suddenly gone, as well as everyone he’d been with. Lincoln stumbled for a second as his boots almost slid on grease, and he steadied himself to look around. He was in an alleyway, with perfectly rectangular and flat cobblestones not just on the ground, but on the walls around him, extending up as high as the castle turrets. The air smelled like a Lustian feast, only combined with a rotting stench of food gone rotten, mainly coming from a large dark box a few feet away (the heir had materialized behind an Italian restaurant, though not a very good one).
Moving to where his boots were not in the vile substance, he got his back to a wall and looked about. “Lucas?!” he called out, hoping for some sign of his brother. But he heard no response, and it caused him to try to draw his sword. Which was no longer at his waist. Refusing to panic, he checked for his dagger, and was relieved to feel it was still on him. Looking up and down the alleyway, he decided he needed to move, and find his little brother. This was undoubtably another of the god’s games, and the heir didn’t want his brother stuck with any enemies alone, such as those from Fortitude. He went down the alleyway, not realizing he was headed towards the dead end past another turn.
There was a group of young men there, talking amongst themselves. One was holding a strange peice of metal, which made a click as he adjusted it, then pointed it at him. “Hey ese, you late to a costume party?”
The other two young men laughed at him, causing the heir to glare back. He wanted to ask how they dared to speak to him as such, but it was pretty obvious they were merely commoners. Thugs by the way the two started approaching him roundabout compared to the one who had spoken to him. The heir didn’t make it obvious he saw them approaching, nor that he was at all concerned about it. He did take in the leader’s clothing, and noted it was certainly different from his own. Not just in style, but the material and the manner it was created looked like nothing he’d ever seen before.
Perhaps he was in another realm? He’d heard stories of heroes going off to fight war in dream realms, hell realms, that sort. But this seemed to be a stone realm, and a rather hot one as well. He was being accosted by these three because his better manner of outfit was an alert that he was not from around here, and he decided it would be best to try to blend in. He glanced at the two coming closer, probably seeming to be worried. It would take more than mere thugs to worry him though. The one of the left looked to be similar in body size to him. “Your clothes. Give them to me. Now.”
This seemed to set off the street thug holding the strange item, and even his two compatriots, one of which replied. “Oy vato, just where the hell d’you think you are? This is La Raza territory, gringo. We gonna mess you up.”
“Hmm. Haven’t heard of them.” The heir answered calmly. He was not just a master at rage, he was pretty decent in inciting it in others if need be, and by the reaction he got, he got a good reaction. The one that had just addressed him ran towards him with a battle cry of sorts, one Lincoln did not recognize; only that it was a foreign language. He moved swiftly, dropping down in a crouch and kicking out, breaking the young man’s kneecap. The other moved towards him, and stood and turned, grabbing at the long curved metal stick (a crowbar) that he was waving around.
The heir misunderstood the reason for the hook, and as he managed to pull it away from the thug, he turned it in his hands, and slammed it into the man’s lower abdomen, piercing through skin and flesh easily. The thug went down with a scream, clutching at his bleeding stomach. The leader had not expected such a sudden nor skilled response by the guy he considered crazy because of his long hair and the Dungeon & Dragons outfit, and he was also not ready by Lincoln suddenly charging at him with a knife in his hand.
It was only because he was startled coupled with sheer luck that Lincoln did not get hit by the three shots the guy fired at him (the heir thinking they were some kind of magical projectile, by the sounds of them hitting something behind him), and at close quarters, the gun did little to prevent Lincoln slamming his dagger upwards into the man’s jaw up into his brain. The leader died instantly, and his body dropped as the heir removed his dagger and turned around. The gun did not interest him as he was not a magic user, so he left it behind.
By now the second thug was dead, laying in a pool of warm blood that was cooling rapidly. Unimpressed with his opponents, Lincoln calmly walked over to the one he had kept from escaping or joining the fight, without dirtying the clothes he was wearing. The gang member looked at his two friends, then back at Lincoln, and quickly started taking off his clothing, tossing them at the heir.
Getting up with difficulty, wearing only a dirty a-top and ridiculous boxers, the gang member asked, “Man, who ARE you?!”
Picking up the items, Lincoln removed his leather armor and bracers, dropping it and tying on the man’s bandanna onto his arm to soak up his blood (the wound had annoyingly stopped clotting once he’d engaged in such physical activity). He put on the light flannel jacket to hide the injury (assuming it had made him look like an easy mark to the young men), and then switched his pants in favor of the more disguising coarse yet soft material. His boots didn’t look too different from those of his first victim, so he left them on, and he removed his gloves, placing them in a pocket of the strange pants. There were a few droplets of blood on his face, and a few in his hair, and he wasn’t able to really get them off. Feeling the need for a bath even more from these filthy clothings and worse area, the heir sighed to himself as he made a quick braid with his hair, just enough to keep it off of his face, but giving him a slightly Native American appearance despite the more German features (as seen by the people of this land). “I am Lincoln of Wrath.”
The heir, satisfied with his method to blend in, tucked away his dagger out of sight, and turned sharply, heading back down the alleyway until he happened upon a more crowded sidewalk. He was glad now he had changed clothing, though he mourned the loss of his armor. Not a single person wore anything like it, though it seemed those of he assuemd to be of higher rank (merchants perhaps? the commoners did not offer any obsequience to them) wore clothing that fit better, and was made of better materials. It was good he had camouflaged himself, for no one gave him a second look.
Now to find Lucas or Corrine, or at least an ally, such as those from Envy. He was a stranger in a strange land, and even though he was not afraid, he knew it was smarter to not be alone for long. Whatever thieves guild La Raza was, it was certain they might send more thugs after him for vengeance. Perhaps he should have killed the last man, though now it was too late to really worry about it. His mission was to find a familiar face, whoever it might turn out to be.
Sport begets tumultuous strife and wrath,
and wrath begets fierce quarrels and war to the death.
- HoraceThe Oneiric Oracle's Conclusion: SO DANG LONG. You know... when I started the intro part, I did not plan on Lincoln starting a turf war. But he doesn’t like to be laughed at, or threatened, so perhaps I should have seen it coming -_^ I also apologize for the Terminator reference, it came on based on the Ghostbusters thing earlier. I love the 80s heart Oh yeah, hope to get him a new pic if I can get some time to draw tomorrow :B
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 1:00 pm
 Corrine Brooke Masterson Kingdom: Wrath ✩ Rank: Arch Duchess ✩ Location: The Unknown City ✩ Streets  She'd finished speaking with Veritas, filling him in on Sokar's plight and the limited information she'd managed to obtain, which regrettably wasn't that much. However, as their conversation was drawing to a close, the Arch Duchess suddenly finding herself the midge of a bustling city the likes of which she had never seen before. Their technology was far more advanced than anything she'd encountered on her travels, people walking about in quantities that staggered the imagination. Her head whipped around, clearly thrown off by her sudden change of location, hands covering her ears to deal with the increase in noise as her green eyes darted to and fro. Was she here alone? How did she get here? For once, however, she knew that she couldn't blame Veritas. This was magic of another kind -- a kind she was entirely unfamiliar with.
Her body staggered forwards as she was shoved by a passing pedestrian, Corrine struggling against the flow of people walking by as a strange sign across the street changed from red to green, as if signaling that it was time for them to commence with whatever errand they were rushing to. Spinning around in an attempt to avoid being continually assaulted by men and women in clothing she couldn't quite understand, she heard a soft ripping of fabric as someone stepped on the flowing fabric of her skirts, the brunette tumbling unceremoniously to the side, between two yellow and black monsters simply sitting on the side of the road.
"Are you alright," she heard a voice speak in a strange accent, Corrine grimacing as she looked down at the filth on her hands, then up to the man speaking. He wore all blue, a golden medallion shining on his chest as he reached out and grabbed ahold of her arm, hauling her to her feet. He could tell that she didn't belong, though whether it was because she was intoxicated or something else, he didn't know. From the way she was dressed, she was either one of those weirdos that liked to think they were from another time, or she was in a play of some kind. Were there any plays from the medieval period? Maybe she was in Spam-a-Lot. Either way, he was not prepared for her reaction to his attempted assistance, Corrine's eyes flashing dangerously towards him when she got fully to her feet, arms shrugging forwards violently to knock him away from her.
"Remove your hands from me at once," she demanded in a raised tone, an indignant expression on her face as he was forced to step back to avoid being knocked on his a**. He started yelling that she needed to calm down, the appearance of a vaguely familiar form appearing on the sidewalk from an attached alleyway catching her attention. Corrine slapped his hand away as it neared her once more, again telling her that she needed to calm down, the brunette shoving her way past the officer to see if her eyes were betraying her. She couldn't be sure it was him, but she hoped.
"Lincoln," she called out, ignoring the officer's calls for her to wait as she shoved her way through an oncoming pack of people. She was not nearly as upset or afraid as she probably should have been, but she could only attribute that to her years of battle prowess. In battle, when one was surrounded by unfamiliar sights and smells, it didn't do any good to freeze up - you adapted. And adaption was what she did best. ((Oodles Of Carrots: Hope this is alright! ><'' )
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 2:27 pm
Location: Veritas Castle then *poof* Concrete Jungle
Title: Petrified Servant
Kingdom: Servant
“Watch your step, Sire. These stairs are a bit old and very narrow.” Ella motioned to the steps in front of her. This was the back entrance to the kitchen, just as the man had requested. No royals, just servants bustling by. “I am not sure if the cook will have anything prepared just yet but I am sure something can be made quickly.” Everything seemed normal, she was having a polite conversation with the man she was leading to the kitchen, when everything went black. Pitch black, but the darkness was moving. It was slinking and swirling around like a vortex. Ella felt like she had walked into a dark room, candle-less and lost. A scream pierced the air and it took her a few minutes to realize that it was her own voice, her own lungs producing such a terrible noise.
And then, it stopped. Everything stopped. The blackness seemed to stop moving, her voice had quieted, and nothing was left by silence.
Then something began to hit Ella’s ears. It was muffled at first, like someone at put cotton in her ears. But as she slowly opened her eyes, the sounds around her began to grow and penetrate her head. When her eyes finally opened all the way, the sounds around her were so loud. She felt like she was in a crowded room with servants, all calling out orders while simultaneously ignoring each other. The fact that someone was holding her didn’t even register in her mind until Ella saw their face look into hers. “Hey, you alright? Hey? Hey! Chick?! Speak already!”
Blinking wildly Ella bolted upright and out of the mans arms. There was a small group gathered around her, no more than five people or so. The man that was holding her had a very dark complexion and he was wearing a very fancy coat and pants. A light blue thick string hung around his neck and then was hidden under the jacket. Next to him was some sort of black thin box that had parchment falling out of it. He looked flustered as did everyone else that was in the circle. A woman in a vibrant green and gold dress was moving her arms wildly while holding some sort of device to her ear. Ella could make out the words ‘Help’, ‘A girl’ and ‘Strange’ and realized that the woman was talking to the thing at her ear.
“Hey? Can you talk? Whats with your clothes, anyway? The anime convention isn’t until next month.”
Still dazed and confused Ella pushed the man away and tried to scramble to her feet. She was unsuccessful and ended up sitting on the ground, her long black dress flowing around her legs. She was clenching her white apron, tears starting to fill her eyes. She was so frightened so couldn’t speak to these…these….were they people? They looked so strange to her. They were not wearing dresses, at least not anything she had ever seen. In fact the woman who was talking to the object at her ear was wearing something so short Ella thought she must be just wearing a slip! And the way it showed off her bosom, how disgraceful! At least the men that were in the circle looked respectable. They were wearing very nice clothing and were covered head to foot.
But this was most certainly not Veritas’s Castle, so, where was she? Ella sat there on the pavement, trying to recall what had happened. Al l the while the people around here were trying to get information out of her.
“She won’t talk, Hal. What should we do with her?” The man was talking to another guy next to him. He was wearing a similar outfit only the string around his neck was a dark green. Before he could answer the woman in the slip did “I’ve called the police. They should be here shortly.” She bent down to Ella and looked at her in the face. “Are you a mute, girl?”
Mute? What did that mean?
“Hey! I’m talking to you, you brat!” The woman reached out and grabbed the collar of Ella’s dress. She was going to shake the frightened servant but she never got the chance because Ella pushed her away and screamed. It was as if the woman had been shocked; she jumped back, falling on her butt and blinking at Ella. “Shes mad!” the woman cried while Ella screamed. The crowd began to mumble as silent tears spilled onto the now slightly dusty white apron.
Another loud noise pierced the air, this time it was not from Ella. Everyone in the circle turned to look and through the people Ella saw colored lights coming down the road. This type of siren was going off, and the moving carriage looked very strange. It was huge and not being drawn by a horse or even a mule! And it looked shiny….like metal. What on earth was that thing?!
While everyone’s backs were turned Ella silently stood, looked around, and then took off running. No one even knew she was one for about three minutes because her shoes did not make a sound on the concrete sidewalk. Just a slight ‘tup tup’ sound as she ran through the mass of people that lined the walkway.
Tears were still running down Ella’s cheeks as she ran, tripped over her dress, and ran some more. People were staring at her. When she would trip and have to get back up, people laughed at her. They pointed and said things like ‘weirdo’ and ‘Kinky maid much?’ By the time she had gone a few blocks the bottom of her dress was torn, her apron dirty and stained from tears and dust.
In the flurry of panic and distress that clouded Ella’s mind, she didn’t even see the person right in front of her, heading in the opposite direction. He (Lincoln) had long blonde hair that was braided, a flannel shirt and baggy pants. He looked like one of the people that belonged in this nightmare, which frightened Ella as she stood in front of him, backing up slowly but too afraid to run.
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