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| Post #181 Feb 15 2014, 05:22 PM | Sonwe |
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------------------------ Andry ------------------------ When the orb was presented to the dragonflies, it glowed a pulsating red light and the began swarming it. They took it from Andry's hand and as they lifted it to the sky, more and more dragonflies swarmed it. The mass of dragonflies started taking the shape of a wyvern, the same one that attacked the stadium. In the place where its heart would be, the pulsating glow of the orb could still be seen, like a heartbeat. The dragonflies all shone a bright yellow light and when it diminished, the wyvern stood before Andry, now made of flesh and scales. The creature bowed solemnly, as if greeting the Mythos boy. It lowered its wings and its tail and neck went flat on the ground. Then, it raised its head and slowly, its serpentine neck moved behind Andry and its mouth gently held grasp on the backpack. The wyvern lifted the boy and put it sitting on its back, between the wings and neck. Once it made sure Andry was secured, it roared and took flight. The wyvern flew through the crack in the Wall, which hadn't been fixed yet. The flight took about four hours between Antanarivo and Johannesburg. Even thought they flied above the ocean and up in the sky, the night was pleasant and free of clouds, so even the breeze wasn't a problem. And the wyvern's body was very warm, so Andry did not feel any chill. The wyvern suddenly descended and the Mythos could see the flickering dome above Johannesburg could be seen. Normally, a beast would not be able to transverse the Wall, but maybe the wyvern had been enchanted by the Queen, or maybe the experiments with Eletricite caused a power outage that weakened the Wall, because the beast flew through it with little difficulty. It landed swiftly and silently in the middle of the street, but since it was around dawn, the street was almost empty, so no one noticed the enormous creature, except for a homeless man who passed our instantly after screaming for the Goddess to spare him. The wyvern got Andry down, bowed again and then burst itself into fireflies again. They flew through the Wall and once outside, reformed into the Wyvern, now free from any enchantment, which went to hunt for some prey. In front of Andry, there was a building that was neither luxury nor poor. It was two stores high and not very special, except for the shining sign saying "Jewel of the Savanna" blinking above the entrance. Inside, in the lobby with a few plants, a few sofas and chairs with cheetah patterns and a mock grootslang skin carpet on the floor, there was none but an anthropomorphic elephant, very fat, very tall, snoring behind the counter. In front of him, a tiny bell with a sign saying "Ring for service." Edited by Sonwe, Feb 15 2014, 05:22 PM.
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| Post #182 Feb 16 2014, 03:53 AM | ilutiern |
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I stare out the window as the girl leaves. For how long, I cannot say. It is almost as if years have passed by the time I look away and face the room. Evariste floats beside me, warm and buzzing with soft, comforting words. I brush a hand to him and bring him to my breast in an embrace. "Will you go with me?" I ask in a murmur. Always, the arcanus replies. And so it shall be. By the time we arrive at Central Square my gaseous innards are roiling with rage. Blast all these foolish couples and their lovesick mooning! Blast all these happy families! My scowl is a true force of nature, plowing a clear path to the hotel as the sickening people move out of my way. Evariste cried out for me to be more 'polite', which was absolutely preposterous. If not for that girl, the Queen, I would never have come out here. "Finally!" We arrive in front of the Ritz-Carlton Hotel. I burst through the doors and cross my arms menacingly, waiting for the Acmonian woman to lead me to my lodgings. |
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| Post #183 Mar 8 2014, 07:10 PM | Sonwe |
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------------------------ Etienne ------------------------ The Acmonian woman who sat behind the counter merely glanced Etienne over the magazine she was reading. She went back to the article she was reading and finished it, before putting it down and smiling at her fellow Acmonian, as if she didn't just deliberately ignore him for 3 minutes just to spite the already angry Etienne. "Good morning, sir. I hope you are having a most pleasant day." She greeted, smiling and with a voice that carried a bit of mockery and amusement. "Are you here all the way from the Ethereal Plane for a room in this fine hotel? Do you have reservation? May I have your name?" Edited by Sonwe, Mar 9 2014, 08:10 AM.
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| Post #184 Mar 13 2014, 05:34 AM | Altivarde |
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Gorre Supposedly, now it's dinner time for us, the children of orphanage. Alas, our duty said otherwise, Here I am currently, following Rakha from behind. Even without looking what actually the expression he currently displaying, I already can guess what's inside his head. Obviously, one part of it is because I'm his Arcanus, but that's not all. This boy always have bad habit to show his emotion with certain movement... Like now, his tail resting downward, but way too relaxed, as if he hold no power. Occasionally, it twitched. The mix of sadness and agitation seem so strong on this one. "...Quit staring at me," he suddenly spoke. "Pardon... no other fun... thing," I replied. Obviously that irked him quite a bit. Ah, now his tail is swaying about. I guess I really hit the nerve. Sorry, Rakha, but I know your personality. It's akin to volcano. I just have to make you angry to make you feel better. But I think you're not in mood to talk... at least not after the tearful goodbyes and how Alice treated you. Right, neither of them apologized to each other. I guess that's just how much both of them hurt because of their care to each other. Poor kids... "We've arrived." Rakha suddenly declared. The Jewel of Savanna, not too shabby, not too lux. Perfect for us. Neither of us liked both... "WAIT, WHAT THE HE---" The sudden exclamation nearly made me slip. I quickly turned to where he's looking. Wait, wait, just hang on for a second. Is this guy some high leveled magician or what? Riding a wyvern like it's some trained pet! ...Oh, it's gone. How strange, could this be... "...Quite fancy ride you have there," Rakha suddenly spoke. Be wary, I reminded him. this guy could be not a friendly person |
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| Post #185 Mar 14 2014, 10:36 PM | ilutiern |
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I grit my teeth. Pah! This woman! She is so obviously mocking me with an infuriating smile. I harrumph and reciprocate with a shark-tooth grin. "Why yes, I do have a reservation," I say. "I am but the nonexistent who dreams of Reality." |
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| Post #186 Mar 30 2014, 05:45 PM | Sonwe |
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------------------------ Etienne ------------------------ "Oh, Mr. Nier. It's our pleasure to have you here," the woman said, smiling, ignoring completely Etienne's attitude. "Your room is ready. Please, follow me to your chambers." The Acmonian gestured towards the wall to Etienne, signaling him to follow her. She then shifted to the Ethereal Plane and went through said all, like an specter. The other side was a corridor filled with pipes, the faint purr of machinery, the heat of steam and the smell of soap. Here and there, a cart filled with dirty towels and bed sheets. Clearly, that was the backstage of the hotel, leading to the laundry room. She moved through the hallway, every now and them going through a wall that lead to another similar corridor. At a point, the other side of a wall was the kitchen, filled with smells. She also went up a few flights of stairs and then another wall, that lead to the inside of an elevator. It's door opened to the penthouse room. It was luxurious, fit for a king. Windows in almost all walls gave a beautiful view of New York city. A huge TV rested above a fireplace, with a fire in it. The furniture was beautiful and comfortable. The bathroom was marble. And there were books. Lots and lots of books, of various genres and subjects. Science, history (both Terra Arcana's and Terra Pricus), fantasy novels, romance, sci-fi, geography, magic; all of these but Philosophy. "Welcome to your humble bedchambers, Mr. Nier. I hope you'll find everything you need. If you don't, you can just use that phone to call me and ask for my services," she said, gesturing to the phone. "However, you cannot leave this room until Trinitas Eve, as requested by the Queen. All communications with the outside world will be cut too, as a safety measure. And don't even try to phase through the wall, for they are charmed against that. I know this must feel like a prison, but with the amount of things you have here to do, I'm sure time will fly," she gestured to the books. "Furthermore, I heard you are the type of person who enjoys lonely and isolation, and considering how your life shall be from now on, I'd suggest you enjoy this before your services to Her Majesty begin," she smiled, with a bit of bitter mockery in her tone and expression. She bowed and then turned, going back to the elevator. As the door closed, she gazed once more at Etienne and said, sarcastically. "The Four Seasons is overjoyed to give you a 2 days stay completely free of charge, entirely out of charity, in our most expensive room. Enjoy your stay." Edited by Sonwe, Mar 30 2014, 05:46 PM.
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| Post #187 Apr 4 2014, 03:55 AM | ilutiern |
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----Evariste---- We'll always be together here, whether we're in a really scary place or in really pretty and happy places. It's nicer when we're in the happy places. This is a pretty place, but it's not happy. The madame at the hotel is scary. She doesn't like us. She doesn't get paid for her services to us. It's sad. It's not right. Why didn't the Queen pay? Isn't she powerful and rich? What about all of the workers who have to service us? What if we make a mess? What if we ruin something expensive and the Queen won't pay for it? Etty is quiet. He didn't say anything back to the madame. He looks calm. He understands why she is angry, so he isn't angry at her. He is quiet on the outside, but inside he is not quiet. He is worried. So worried. About the future. He doesn't have space for the madame with all the things flying around his head. So many things. We'll be okay, Etty. Should be quiet. Should let him think. But should also let him know that he is not alone, not anymore. He sighs. He glides over to the bookshelf, starts browsing the titles. He pulls out a few and brings them to the bed, where he settles. He reads for a while, only stopping when the night is quiet, almost enchanted with silence. He is okay. He will be okay. He raises a hand, beckoning. He brings his arcano to his chest so gentle, gentle, and whispers, "Thank you." |
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| Post #188 Apr 8 2014, 05:58 PM | Trass |
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Things went by so fast after that. It took some hours to get here but it didn't feel real at all. After getting off the wyvern, I was still confused and my brain was still processing what actually happened. The wyvern flew away and left me alone in front of a building. I guess I'm supposed to go inside. I was about to start walking, but someone walked up to me and greeted me. "...Quite fancy ride you have there," he said. He seems to be a tiger Mythos. "... What? Oh that? Y-Yeah well... wasn't it?" I smirked and answered him awkwardly. I wouldn't know what to say to a guy who just saw me get off of a wyvern. "Well, sorry but I gotta go. Kind of in a hurry here." I don't want unnecessary trouble, and I don't think I can answer him once he starts asking questions... Who is he anyway? But yeah, I avoided him and ran into the building. "Jewel of the Savannah, huh...?" --- Vorombola --- Yes, Andry got inside the building and saw an enormous sleeping elephant behind a counter. There was a tiny bell with a sign saying "Ring for service", so it's pretty obvious what to do here. At least that's what he thought. Even though it may be a trap. Even though there's a suspicious fat elephant over there. Even though that Tiger from earlier seems to be coming inside as well. Even though I can't dance with a hula hoop. He obviously rang the bell, yes. Let us see what kind of event will unfold from this decision of his. |
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| Post #189 Apr 8 2014, 09:11 PM | Sonwe |
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------------------------ Andry and Rakha ------------------------ The large anthropomorphic elephant snored loudly, his trunk moving up and down between his great, white tusks. Yet, when Andry rang the bell, a faint, gentle, high-pitched ringing came out of it, and the elephant stopped snoring. His round, black eyes opened slowly and eyed Andry with a gentle and wise expression. Then, they moved to the tiger mythos standing far behind. "Good evening, travelers," he said, in a deep voice, as he straightened himself on his chair and adjusted his tie. "Welcome to my beautiful hotel, Jewel of the Savannah. Are you here to book a room or you have one already? May I have your name?" He asked, looking at Andry, then his eyes gazed past the boy. "And your fellow Mythos friend's?" |
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| Post #190 Apr 9 2014, 02:31 AM | Altivarde |
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--Gorre-- The boy ran inside without much chit chat... Well I guess that's to be expected. How he act doesn't seem like he's some evil one. The Elephant Mythos inside stirred a bit... oh, wait, I mean he's awake. Rakha seem doesn't think much about the awkward reply and instead opted to go to inside. Now, let's see to where this unfolds... --Rakha-- The way the elephant presents himself... I found it rather cute somehow... Whoops, got sidetracked there. I quickly stepped forward while carrying my luggage. I might be scaring the.. errr.. younger boy (?) but let it be... I'm in haste. "Uh, dunno if I already got a reservation, but I think... you might understand this one. 'I am but the forsaken son of a cruel world'." |
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| Post #191 Apr 23 2014, 12:55 PM | Trass |
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Vorombola The tiger cut through the line; well, non-existent line, yes; And shoved Andry aside. He was startled and a bit confused, yes. "Uh, dunno if I already got a reservation, but I think... you might understand this one. 'I am but the forsaken son of a cruel world'." He said. The look on Andry's face certainly screamed "Huh? What?". Yes, he's quite unsure of what is going on. And what is with that elephant? Andry, don't go near it. I don't like that elephant. "I... think... I'm supposed to have a room here already. I'm Andriniainampoinimerina." 'And he's not my friend', I could hear him say that in his mind, yes. But he'd like to stay out of trouble as much as possible. "Andry. Your password." I called out to him. "H-Huh? Uhm... well... I guess it was something like... 'I am but an athlete who strives to be the best for other's sake'?" At this point the both of us noticed the similarity between Andry's and that tiger's passwords. Edited by Trass, Apr 23 2014, 01:04 PM.
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| Post #192 May 1 2014, 08:23 PM | Sonwe |
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------------------------ Andry & Rakha ------------------------ "Hurr hurr hurr!" The man laughed, his trunk going up and down. A laugh that was sharp like the sound of a trumpet, just like the sound an elephant makes in the wild. "Oh but you are friends, child. You just don't know yet. For those who fight for the same cause can be nothing but friends, am I right? Furthermore, we all here share a common friend of hair with unique color. Hurr hurr hurr" The elephant stood up and walked from behind the counter. "Please follow me, brave children," he said, gesturing them to follow him through a hallway to the left. The hallway's walls were decorated with drawings of wild animals and scenery from Africa. The pattern of the hallway's walls were broken at each door, for they were painted in very bright and different colors from one another and the rest of the decoration. The elephant stopped at a purple door and opened it. "The Amethyst shall be your room, Rakha." The room inside was colored entirely in purple. Even the paintings of the savanna scenery. Purple birds statues hanged from the ceiling and there was even a purple lion. The bed was a simple single bed, but the sheets were also colored purple. There was a TV and a phone. "You'll have to stay in the room until Trinitas Eve without being able to leave, I'm afraid. This is all to ensure your safety. Your only contact with the outside world will be that phone over there. Through it, you can contact me and request me anything you need. Enjoy your stay, Rakha." He then guided Andry down the hallway and stopped in front of a green door. "And your room will be Emerald, Andrini-- I can't really pronounce your name, forgive me," he clasped his large hands together apologetically. "Well, the same directions I gave your friend are valid for you. Please, enjoy your stay." Once Andry was in his room, the elephant man turned and left. -------------------------- Sasha & Matt ---------------------- I'm awaken by Sasha as the train starts losing speed. She climbs into me and the three of us sneak out of the train before it comes to a complete halt. Well, "sneaking out" isn't the right expression when you are a 3 meters tall Golem. Either way, no one seemed to notice us, or at least prented they didn't. Using my internal GPS system, installed by Sasha, I walk to the hotel, with Sasha inside of me enjoying the warmth of the chamber and Cog playfully moving on her lap. It's also snowying heavily here, but not a storm, tahnkfully. After about 40 minutes walking under the snow, we finally reaching the hotel, moocking us with its name. Snowflakes. "Bzzzt beeep thruuu." I say as I walk in, waving to the clerk in the counter. As the Queen had tell us, the one waving back Vladescu woman. I'm slightly scared. Golems don't have to fear the magic sucking abilities of a Vladescu, because they can't get the magic from the power cell. And Sasha is a Forgotten, so she has no magic that they could feed on, which is a great relief. But their pale skin, fangs and red eyes are scary... and all the stories and legends behind them! I approach the woman and she asks for my name. I tap into the chamber in my belly and Sasha steps out, to the Vladescu's surprise. "Beep boop," I say to Sasha. She glares at me in a way that says "I know, you big mute metal head annoying piece of scrap metal that can only make annoying buzzing and beeping sounds and all the good you serve is to carry me around". "Beep," I answer, I love you too. "We are those who, against all odds, keep on living," she says. I know very well that saying such a long sentence must have been a true bother to Sasha. The Vladescu only smiles and tell us to follow her. Sasha jumps back in and we go to our room, in which aparently we will be secluded until Trinitas Eve. At least they didn't separate us. It would be like death to me... literally. -------------------------- Marcela ---------------------- --- A --- She jumps from one rooftop to another in the poorly made houses of the "favelas" of Rio de Janeiro, the moonlight turning her bright yellow fur dark and sad, her tail going up and down in each jump. She can't really see where she was going, her vision blurred from all the tears. I follow her, silent, listening to her sobs, feeling her saddness, her guilty, her anger, her love. I know. It had been two hours before Marcela recieved the news. Her boyfriend took her to the mall to tell her something amazing had happened, before they went to the movies. He told her the Queen of Magic herself came and summoned him to Britannia to fight for her. He was thrilled. The Queen had instructed him to not tell anyone, but he had to tell Marcela, thinking she would as exicted as he was. But she was angry and sad, more sad than angry, but still angry. He would have to leave her, leave Rio and go to São Paulo, then leave Brazil and go to Britannia, without Marcela. He said he was going to come back for her when it was all over. He was doing that for her, saving the world for her. But she didn't care. He would forget her, she said, and she didn't care about the world. She told him to get lost and left, without a final kiss, without seeing the movie. Two hours later, she saw in the news. There was a shooting in the "favela" he lived. He was there. He was shot and died in the scene. She went there as fast as she could, but she could only cry over his dead body before they took him a way in a bag. If only she had supporte him. If only they had gone see the movies. If only she had told him she loved him and gave him a kiss... he would be alive. But now he isn't, and she blames herself. I know. We are in her father's private plane now. She took it without him knowing, lied to the pilot, seduced him, bribed him. Her father is rich, big time politician and businessman, corrupt. He cares more about money than about his daughter. Her mother is never there for her either, preferring the company of the young, good-looking men that hang out in the beach of Copacabana. They never approved her rebel attitude, "communist" ways and preeching of equality and justice. And they would never approve her relationship with a poor boy from the slums, Mythos (yes, the hypocrisy!), and probably a low-life thief. Oh no, she would marry a rich doctor or lawyer. But she loved him, and he was good, and that's why she loved him. But now he is dead, and she is a plane, going to São Paulo, to finish something he couldn't even star. She blames herself and this is her atonement. I know. Finally at the hotel, the Natura eyes her suspiciously. She wasn't expecting a jaguar Mythos. And even less, one who would speak that phrase. "I am but a child of poverty who carries the greatest of fortunes." The woman was surprised. That's not what she was told would happen. No, she expected the maned wolf. Yet, she accepted Marcela, because she had the password. But she was suspicious, very suspicious. And Marcela didn't care. She wasn't even thinking. I know. ------------------------------------------------ The child of those who defied fate. The wave that cannot be contained in a jar. The bird that has left the nest. The traveler that seeks distant lands. The ones who, against all odds, keep on living. The woman who fights her nature. The souless immortal in a quest for the key to freedom, Power. The light that refuses to shine. The darkness that brightens the world. The inexistent who dreams of Reality. The athlete who strives to be the best for other's sake. The forsaken son of a cruel world. The warrior who would die for the Kingdom. The glowing gemstone tained with darkness. The thunderstorm before the calm. The one who isn't. Many more couldn't come, didn't come, shouldn't come. But those did. And they waited in their rooms, locked, patiently, for the Trinitas Eve. And when they couldn't bear the isolation anymore, when every second seemed to last hours, when the streets that were once filled with joy of people buying gifts were now empty, the people were waiting for Trinitas Morning to come in the house, the children were dreaming of the presents Santa Claus would get them, a knock came on the door of each hotel room the chosen ones were staying. It was late Trinitas Eve. In a hotel in Aeolia, the hooded person, whose hood flew about as if there was windy in it, gave Kunagi a hood and told her to follow. The hooded person went to the other room and told the same to Lymselia. The three of them left the hotel and walked through dark, almost desert streets. In a hotel in Sidney, the hooded person, who was obvious quadruped, walked into Reazle's room and told him to put the cloak on and cover his face. Next, they went to Marcus' room and the person instructed the same. The three of them left the hotel and walked through dark, almost desert streets. In a hotel room in Moscow, a hooded person walked in and stared at Matryoshka. She sighed and threw the cloak aside, saying even the largest blanket wouldn't fit. The two of them, and one hidden inside the robot, left the hotel and walked through dark, almost desert streets. In a hotel room in Berlin, a hunchback hooded person walked into Ilsa's room and told her to put the cloak on. Next, they went to the room next to it and the hooded person told Lilianna to do the same. The three of them left the hotel and walked through dark, almost desert streets. In a hotel room in Lisbon, a hooded, winged, person told Tenebrae to put a cloak on and then went to get her brother. The three of them left the hotel and flew above the dark, almost desert streets. In a hotel room in New York, a hooded person phased through Etienne's room and ordered him sharply to put a cloak on. Then, they phased together through the wall, were another hooded, quadruped person awaited for them. The three of them left the hotel and walked through dark, almost desert streets. In a hotel in Johannesbug, a really large hooded person told Rakha to put a cloak on and then went to Andry's room, telling him to do the same. The three of them left the hotel and walked through dark, almost desert streets. In a hotel room in São Paulo, a hooded person told Marcela to wear a cloak. She refused. The person insisted. She agreed. The two of them left the hotel and walked through dark, almost desert streets. These hooded people moved through the Poleis in the dead of night, trying to not be seem, avoiding people whenever possible. The hooded people guided the other hooded people to a strange, circular structure. There was one in each Polis of the world. Everyone knew what that was and what it was for. A Planartranslocator, a device that generated a portal, also called Bridge, which greatly shortened the distance between each Polis. In each Planartranslocator, the same warning sign that no one really careed about hanging on the walls: "The Planartranslocator is considered a safe and quick mean of transportation. However, some people may experience temporary side effects. Side effects include: nausea, vomit, headaches, seizures, loss of equilibrium, tinnitus, nosebleed, muscular pain, temporary hallucinations, paranoia, personality deviations, loss of limbs, loss of bones or internal organs, improper molecular rearrangement, loss of physical body, growth of aditional body parts and itchness. If you experience any of these side effects, please let the Translocator operator know so the proper measurements can be taken care of. And as a reminder, do not step out of the Bridge. If find yourself wandering through the Subspace, return to the Bridge immediatelly and continue to the other side. And do not interact with the interdimensional squirrels of the Subspace, no matter how cute they are. If a squirrel happens to follow you through the Bridge, please contact an operator so proper animal control measurements can be applied. If you are sensitive to subdimensional travels, we advise you to use another form of travel. And have a delghtful journey." The hooded people instructed the chosen ones to go throuh the Planartranslocator to London. One by one, they all did and eventually reached the other side, with or without side effects. On the other side, yet another hooded figure awaited. It told them to be quiet and not talk to each other, and guided them through the also empty streets of London, with the shining and tall Adamas Palace, made of crystals, being in sight no matter where they were. It took them to a hostel of sorts where they would all be staying together. Once they were all inside the common room, the hooded person removed its hood, to reveal itself to be very handsome looking android Golem. The only evidence of his robotic nature was the shining circuit-like marking in his soft dark skin. "I hope you all had a safe journey getting here. Here is where you'll be staying until the Queen is ready to recieve you in the Adamas Palace. Here's the common room and to your left, there's the girls' room and to your right, the boys' room. In the common room is where you'll be getting your meals, since we are instructed to not let you leave the here until New Years Eve. At least now you won't be alone. Use this time to get to know each other, since you'll be breathren-in-arms for quite a long time if the Queen allows it." The man then clapped his hands and food magically appeared on the large table in the common room. "You must be really hungry for supper. Enjoy your stay and may the Trinity Goddess cast Her Magic upon your life." And he left, closing the door and leaving inside a female Mythos-Magi female hybrid white wolf, a young Ondine, a teenager Forgotten boy, a suspicious bespectacled Magi young man, a giant Golem with a girl inside him, a young Forgotten lady, a Vladescu woman, two Aés Sidhe twins, a middle aged-looking Acmonian, a red-panda Mythos, a tiger Mythos, a tall Magi who seemed to be in his twenties, with blond hair, toned body, shaking eyes and a posture that screamed "stay away from me", a male Ge with red eyes and fangs, with a shell of obsidian but with shards of crystal here and there, looking like a starry night in his back already interacting with a purple-ish Volta with androgynous appearance and a hair that looked like a plasma globe. And finally, a young female panther Mythos with yellow fur and black spots, a sad expression and total indifference to the rest of the people there. And more waiting. (OORP: Keep in mind the Soul Siblings. For the new characters, the Vladescu Ge is soul sibling with Rakha and Brae, the blond character is Lymselia's and Marcus' and Marcela is Soul Sibling with Etty. The Volta has none.) Edited by Sonwe, May 2 2014, 02:18 AM.
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| Post #193 May 2 2014, 02:41 AM | Altivarde |
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---Gorre--- With Rakha always pacing back and forth, it's starting to get my nerves. I know the time cannot be fast forwarded unless by will of the goddess, but seriously, this is insane. Like a tiger in a cage, he looks as restless as ever. Sometime to shoo away his anxiety, he called home, ensuring he'll be fine... more like still fine. Two days passed with that routine... and never did he turned the TV in fear that it'll drive him crazier in yearning to get outside. At least it's like that until suddenly... The door opened. Like a rain just washed away the dryness of a savanna, Rakha's anxiety gone from his face. Even when he's told to don a hood, he immediately does so without moment of hesitation... The look on his eyes just spell 'I don't mind dying as long as the end of bargain kept'... in a way, now I guess I know why the password just like that... ---Caliginis--- Two days passed and truly this child tried her best to at least train for the incoming day... From information I get from Lumen, Lux seem opted to do nothing instead. Such difference akin to day and night... I have no idea what that boy had in mind, but it's certainly not worth it to speculate. The door opened and a hooded winged man gave Brae a cloak and ordered her to wear it. He did the same to Lux. Enough to say, the boy isn't pleased the slightest. Both for being ordered to wear a cloak and woken up on middle of the night. Begrudgingly, he wear it while muttering some native curse directed to his predicament. Lumen just grinned at me in his usual Cheshire Cat way while pointing at his companion... If only I can act so relaxed like two of them... ---Rakha--- That was goddessdamned awful. Upon reaching the other side, I clutched my stomach and doubled over in nausea. Urgh... I never use this thing before, but... must my ears rings like this!? It's like sometime just put a defunct megaphone right beside my ear! A figure knelt beside me, asking if I'm alright... from the look of it, she's a... Sidhe, huh? She was about to say something but someone told us to be quiet. She smiled apologetically and goes to another guy that apparently in quite same condition like me, just added with some vomit... Looks like both of us are sensitive in this. Another hooded figure told us to be quiet and guide us again to somewhere... apparently some rendezvous point. Next details: Apparently the queen isn't ready to accept us... well, I just hope she had a good rest... but the number of people kind of... wow, too much? ---Lux--- It took goddessdamned while to make the nausea gone. I'm almost ready to sleep and end it right there.... And looks at these people! So the queen gathered this much... some have the look of elites, but some just have the look of ordinary civilian like... well, me. What's going on? "Oh, hello there, are you alright now?" I turned my head to direction where Brae is. She's apparently asking that to a... a Mythos... I just hope he's not like a certain... human man that doesn't seem to be any kind the slightest. ---Brae--- "Huh? Oh, you're that girl from before! Thanks for your concern, I'm fine, yeah," he smiled gratefully. Despite being quite intimidating at first, he just have this strange aura that makes me comfortable around him. "Not used to the travel, big guy?" "Yeah, it was my first," he admitted sheepishly. "It's alright, sooner or later you'll get used to it... By the way, since we're going to fight for same cause, I guess it's best to introduce ourselves. My name's Tenebrae Aeternitas, you can call me Brae for short. What's yours?" "Rakha, nice to meet ya." He took my outstretched hand and gently shook it... Wait, was it paw pads that I feel? "Uh, well, Brae, yeah? I'd love to chat more, but I think it's best to... you know, introduce ourselves to the other?" "Oh, don't worry! It's a shame, but you did have a point. See you later!" We parted there... I saw him goes to direction of a jaguar mythos. Now for my next chat partner... ...I froze... I saw a Vladescu and a... strange Ge... they just... ...But I guess I can never be more surprised when I saw that I indeed can see... xir Arcanus... Brae, get a grip. Just calmly turn to someone to chat, Caliginis suggested... And that exactly what I did... I guess let's try to approach the blond haired man and strike a conversation... "Excuse me, Sir...?" |
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| Post #194 May 5 2014, 08:38 PM | LoneReyvateil |
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--A/Marisol--- Having an stranger knock at your door, in the dead of the night, wasn`t the best recipe to totally startle an unsuspecting person. Not that Ilsa was a scaredy-cat, but first being told, to stay put for three days and then being commanded to follow, would have made even the sweetest person a tad irritated. I tried to avoid the term "paranoid", since that would have brought just sad memories. And I couldn`t afford being distracted by them, as long as I was the only thing this moment, that had the mind to stay calm and calculated in this place. Ilsa was still a bit too pale for my taste, but that could also be an effect of the streetlamps. I didn`t like that change. Riding the Transplanarlocator,- shoot why could they just say elevator-, was like allowing the gravity let the stone floor being wiped with your entrails. Being told on the other side, not to speak again, was starting to get old for me. Well, Ilsa wouldn`t do it, since she still fought of the waves of dizziness and seeing things tripled. It was a miracle that she didn`t bump into anything, on our way to the hotel. Our miracleous guide, turned out to be some kind of good-looking golem-thing. Well, as good as a golem could look. He pointed at the magical appearing food and I sighed. I could feel the way, how Ilsas shoulders had tensed again, -a certain indicator-, how the woman was battling her growing discomfort. Since her puberty she had gained a certain tolerance toward the magical, but that didn`t mean that she enjoyed it, being tossed into a room with a bunch of non-human beings, that she didn`t knew. Even when those should be her future colleagues or whatever. In my view, she needed rest and the food more, than being stressed by others. So I stretched my wings protectively from over her head and hoped that my aura would cast an invisible presence ala: Don`t disturb, you oaf! (finished) Edited by LoneReyvateil, May 16 2014, 10:15 PM.
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| Post #195 May 13 2014, 12:27 PM | Yuri |
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--- Liliana --- What proceeded from there on was largely covert. From the movements all the way to the obviously suspicious cloak I was given, down to the expressed need for my silence and obedience. There was not much for myself to comment on, not that I wish to speak anymore, of course. Gau on the other hand, broke the silence several times over by over-reacting and making odd noises as we had with an additional pair, one of which is the one whom is leading while the other is undoubtedly the other that was instructed by her highness to arrive at the some hotel as I. It took a fair amount of time before we stopped at a location, wherein before me is a Planartranslocator. Something I had heard but have yet to experience or even approach one so closely for all the many years in my life. I had my doubts, as I folded my arms before even deciding to take the first step forward. Teleportation or fast-travel is risky and random, the theories and results so far have proven so. But there is no where else but onward. With a needless dare from my arcanus, I simply shook my head briefly as I stepped on the device last. ~ After the journey through... risk itself, I found myself among a group of similarly cloaked people. All of different races and forms, almost like a collection. One instructed for our continued silence, which I merely agreed on without any need for response. I seemed to be the shortest amongst all, ...just a side thought. My eyes scanned and recognized the surroundings. London. The crystalline palace before us, the Adamas palace. The destination is a hostel where genders are conveniently divided in two sides. There was even a short reception introduction, easily explaining instructions and revelation that all have been summoned by her highness, no exceptions. So, it was her highness that gathered such a collection. Food was summoned and the guests are left alone to mingle on their own. Myself on the other hand... am not one to really converse much, to be honest. A day's worth of Gau's nonsense might be more than a months' worth of words from any other. My hand pulled the hood of the cloak back, revealing my pale skin, red hair and matching red eyes to all's eyes to feast on. A shot a glance at least once to each and every one of them before a flashed a deliberate grin, teasing a look of the fangs that are tucked away behind my lips. "Hello." I teased further with a slight wave, looking forward to see who would take this little invitation from a wretched race like mine as I ran the tip of my fingers along the edge of a chair. |
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| Post #196 May 15 2014, 01:49 AM | Hall Monitor |
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"That's...reassuring," I mumbled to no one in particular as I read the sign that explained the procedure to use the Planartranslocator. While the device itself was far from being unheard of these days, I never actually saw one before. One thing for sure though: this will be an interesting experience, at least for me. Without further ado, I stepped into the circular structure. The journey through the Bridge itself was rather underwhelming, as three of us spent our time walking in silence. I wished I could take one of those squirrels home and give it to Liliana though. She would squeal and thank me for being nice to her. Man, I really want to go home right now... After we reached our destination, London, we were instructed to continue to stay silent and follow the steps of hooded people. As we walked and walked, we found out that we're heading to some sort of hostels. Perhaps that's the place where we were supposed to spend our night? That question was answered immediately when one of the hooded people (he's actually a golem!) took us into a room where there were others who wore cloaks like us and explained what we should do next. Afterwards, he took his leave. As he reached for the door, I said "Please knock on my door before one of you enter my room next time, Sir," I said to him. Sighing, I turned toward Azle, who was still standing beside me. Now that I think about it, he hadn't said a word since we arrived here. Is he experiencing a culture shock with all these people of various races and origins being in the same room? To be honest, I could care less about it right now. I have more important matter to deal with at the moment. "Sir, I'm going to fetch myself some...treats. Do call me if I'm required. Now, if you'll excuse me..." I said to him. I immediately walked toward the large table. A set of food with various ingredients had been placed in a rather impressive display. As much as I want to gobble it all right now, I must restrain myself. I can't make a bad first impression in front of my coworkers-to-be. Trying my best not to let my hunger showing, I took an empty plate along with eating utensils. Before long, I already put a mountainful of food that was served there. So much for restraining myself. Oh well, I suppose I can eat it with a polite manner. Edited by Hall Monitor, May 25 2014, 05:10 AM.
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| Post #197 Jun 29 2014, 06:15 PM | Sonwe |
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------------------------ Marcela ------------------------ ---- A ---- Marcela is unresponsive to everything in her surrounding. She is lost in thoughts. She is mourning. I see the approaching tiger, oh my god he is huge, coming towards us. I am about to warn Marcela, but she sees him too. She doesn't wanna be disturbed, she wants to be left alone. Apparently, the furry wall of a person doesn't realize that, because he keeps coming. I wish I could stop him, warn him or get in his way but I'm just a tiny Arcanus now. Before, I used to be big and beautiful, full of strength and confidence, but now I have reversed to a form unknown even to me, shrunk in size, lost my glow, lost my beauty, lost my powers. I am a reflection of Marcela's psych, and right now, that's what her Psych is: dark, small, broken, weak. Now I just rest in her shoulders, a tiny purple maggot with a tiny pink marks in my body, whispering to her my advice. This is how she sees herself now, nothing but a maggot. "Let's go, dear," I whisper to her, my voice in a ridiculously high pitch and almost inaudible. "Let's go to the room get some rest. You barely slept." And so she does, mechanically, without thinking, just like a zombie. She doesn't even look to the approaching Mythos. She just turns around and walks, her head down, towards the girls' dorm. She finds the nearest bed and lie down. I can feel her drifting into a restless sleep, and as she does, so do I, dragged into her nightmares with her. However, I do not fear, for I am one with her mind. ------------------------ Chris ------------------------ "Excuse me, Sir...?" The blond haired man flinched upon hearing Tenebrae's voice, as if startled, or annoyed. He looked down on her with a frown of irritation, and examined her up and down. Then, as if the clouds had lifted from his face and the sun began to shine in a clear day, he opened a very big, warming, inviting smile. "I'm not a Knight, not yet at least, mate" he said, correcting Brae on her misuse of the honorific. While many people, specially the common folk, outside the isles of Britannia use "Sir" to address to any older man or with higher status, in the United Kingdom of Magician Britannia, this honorific is reserved for those who bear Knighthood only. Scholars believe that the wrong usage of "Sir" is a left over from the customs of Terra Pricus that got integrated in the cultures in which chivalry is less present in everyday life, thanks to the Dreams of Reminiscence. Either way, using "Sir" to refer to anyone, specially inside Britannia, will frequently lead to the person being corrected, and sometimes judged, for their misinformation. "Aye, but I reckon that once we are in the presence of the Queen, I shall be knighted with some of those present here, mate," he added, his voice filled with a tone of slight arrogance and contempt, his eyes shifting. However, his smile quickly came back and his voice went back to a pleasant tone. "Name's Christopher Durham, boy, and yours be?" He asked Tenebrae with a thick Scottish accent evident even through his Glossolalia. It was invisible to her, yet clear to see for Caliginis, that the man's unusual Arcanus, a metal shield that seemed to be made of very different types of metals patched together, with the face of the Goddess engraved in front of it and a spinning spiked disc behind the shield, floated in front of the man throughout the whole conversation, as if protecting him from any attempt of Tenebrae to attack him. ------------------------ Sasha & Matt ------------------------ I'm so nervous. So many people here. Strange people And this place is so small. I don't like it here. I want to go home, Sasha! Think quietly. We stay. Sasha's sharp thought flashes through my head. Complaining won't do anything. I am her legs, but she is the brain, so she is the one who chooses where we go. My life is hers, for without her, I have no life. Cog is snickering. I know I am pathetic. A creature my size afraid of crowds. But... what if people start fighting! I don't like fights! I'm panicking! I can't stop moving from one leg to the other. If I had lacrimal glands I bet I would be crying right now. But I don't even have a voice to speak. Ugh I miss Siberia! "I frankly believe it's for the best interest of all of us,", Cog starts his prolix speech, "specially the metallic giant of bulking proportions, if we talk, chat and interact, mayhap even joke and jest, with those others present in this room." "Don't!" Sasha protests. "It'll calm his nerves and it'll certainly be good for all of us, for I feel these people will be our companion for a long long time." He is right. Furthermore, Cog is Sasha's Arcanus, so he wouldn't voice this opinion if some part of Sasha didn't want it. She knows it too, so she doesn't protest. Cog gestures me to a Mythos boy. He's quite cute, with red furs covering his animal ears. I can see his Arcanus too, a peahen... he's Sasha's Soul Sibling? Woah, that' surprising. I never met one of Sasha's Soul Siblings. I think I'll go talk to him. I approach him, smiling as best as my robotic mouth with very low mobility permits, and waves to him. "Beep pip!" I try to vocalize, in vain. Ugh. I stretch my huge hand for a handshake. I hope my size and my beeping sound doesn't scare him. Ugh, I'm getting nervous now. What if he's afraid of me? No no! Don't think about this. Just keep smiling! Cog! Say Something! "Forgive my metallic friend here. He cannot speak I'm afraid," Cog says, sliding from my shoulder to my stretched arm. "My name is Cog and the enormous tin can here is called Matryoshka. The little girl inside his chest is my Companion, Alexandra Kalashnikov." "Sasha and Matt," Sasha added, waving at the Mythos boy, smiling as politely as she could, for her tomboyish and rebel manners. "It seems we are Soul Siblings. May I inquire the names you two bear?" Edited by Sonwe, Jun 29 2014, 06:16 PM.
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