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Fantasy In Another World With a Bunch of Assholes [IC]
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Birdsie
The God-Emperor of Mankind
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1.1 A Humble Beginnings
Birdsie
The God-Emperor of Mankind
June Verles
Epiphany
Reinhardt
Noble Scion
Swire
Alteras
Let's begin! Alteras can join in once he's done with his CS.
For a moment lesser than an eyeblink, everything was awash in light. After the light drowned out, there was darkness and space; an endless void stretching as far as imagination cared to perceive.
Within that void, a voice spoke, "Ah, ––––––, you've done it again."
The ominous statement was followed by a shift in the void.
It expanded forwards, like a tube of spatial distortion; inviting movement. Some kind of acceleration happened, followed by the sound of dimensional barriers being broken, and suddenly the black void became a small, poorly-lit chamber in the bowels of a castle.
The group of ritualists, wreathed in arcane blue robes, raised themselves from where they had been kneeling on the floor, with looks of surprise. They came together into a circle and broke into a swarm of gushed whispers and confused exclamations.
"This early?" one of them asked. "The heroes weren't to be summoned for another five months! This interferes with protocol!"
"H-hey, are you sure we've summoned the right heroes?! One of those is a... cervitaur, I want to say?..." another summoner said. He proceeded to stare at said cervitaur's breasts unrepentantly, his thoughts drawn to nicer places.
"The emperor will like, totally, like, behead us, o-or something, man! I don't want to be beheaded until I'm given head, bro!"
One of them determinedly stated, "Calm down! We can't be held accountable... i-if anything, this is a sucess." He stepped forward, even though drops of sweat went down his forehead like bullets.
"Let's greet the heroes for now, and, uhm, discuss our probable execution later, okay?"
A chorus of half-hearted agreements answered the last mage's plea. All at once, the summoners turned to face the heroes in a row, with varying degrees of terror. One of them stepped forward, cleared his dry throat, then began to explain:
"W-we welcome you, to the Empire of Artesia, O great heroes of another world! I am Head Summoner Philabert Tilghman! We'd like to beg your patience, while one of us contacts the Emperor, as t-this wasn't supposed to happen for several months!" He glared at his team, and one of them slinked away to another room, presumably to make a call. He turned back to the team, all smiles and singsong voice. "If there's anything we can do to make this better for you, we'd love to be of assistance."
A blonde boy among the heroes let out an excited shriek. "Can we have cookies?"
"Of course! Bring them the finest cookies we have!" the Head Summoner barked out, causing two of his men to flee the room with haste only seen in a hotrod whose engine was replaced by a jet turbine.
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Interlude ~ Primus
Interlude ~ Primus
Author's Note: It's a bit long, Epiphany, but I advise giving it a read if you have the time and want a laugh. Or at least, probably a laugh? Not sure if that's funny or I'm just deluding myself.
In another world, a god was panicking.
All he had tried to do was repair some of the damage done by an unknown wizard deciding to blast his way through several dimensional barriers, and yet somehow things had turned so horribly wrong. Sure, he had taken the opportunity to sneak in a couple other changes, like finally syncing up the flow of time between some of the planes, but surely that couldn’t have caused this, right?
What was he supposed to tell the other gods?
'Okay, so good news and bad news. Good news is that I found a book with the true names of a bunch of demons. Bad news is that I broke it and lost all the pages on the material plane.'
Yeah, that would go over well.
He needed to fix this, and hopefully without the other gods noticing. They’d likely notice if he started plucking up their champions, so that was out, and they’d definitely notice if he materialized and started looking around himself, so that was right out too. He could send his own servants, but they weren’t exactly subtle (even he knew that).
Maybe he could…?
Looking outwards, beyond the Outer Realms and into the Far Realms, the god began to search.
Summoning a Great Old One would certainly distract the other gods from his little accident, but that seemed counterproductive to the whole “maintain the order of the universe” thing. He found a number of humans sitting around a table, seemingly strategizing before a battle with a beholder using small figurines and books of information, and he idly took note of their location in case he didn’t find anything better.
And then he found something interesting.
“A group of heroes... ritual... cheat powers... perfect! Ooh! They get summoned every three decades?! All orderly, just how I like! Now then, next up is to appear before them in the form of an angel or something and clearly and concisely explain the situation so that they are prepared for what is to come…”
“...pfft.”
Laughing, the god reached out and grabbed the heroes' souls.
This wasn't really his specialty, but he could fine-tune their fates if he stared and focused hard enough: fate was an orderly thing, after all. He saw lines of destiny, like threads on a loom, interwoven into events of various likelihoods. A venerable spiderweb of possibilities, stretched on branches of a timeline, braiding in certain places and diverging in others.
All of them were interwoven with each other tightly, probably because fate dictated they were meant to be a circus troupe or something. The god just shrugged and got to work.
He grabbed a pair of scissors and cut out some of which he didn't like, and then he made a few knots in places of importance. By the time he was done, the lines of destiny were torn up and hastily reassembled.
They were looking kind of jury-rigged, as if put together by an amateur.
But they would work... probably. He really hoped he didn't outright unchain them from fate; that would give a bunch of prophets headaches for centuries to come.
He might have made some other, minor adjustments, while he was at it. He was certain replacing one of the heroes with a legitimate artificial mind meant for military aircraft and plopping it into the body of an elf would be appreciated, as would giving the one person with the thieving ability a cervitaur body.
Because that - being much taller and less dextrous than potential theft victims - would make pickpocketing easier.
He may have also overcharged the ritual a bit, speeding up the summoning, which would cause other consequences for various groups of interest in the local material plane. Whoops!
He decided to try and fix that, so he adjusted fate again: cutting a thread in a broad stroke of meta-scissors.
Now he sped up the ritual and put the black market economy in danger. Actually, wait, wasn't that disorderly? Crap, crap, crap - he cut several more lines, hoping it'd fix the problem, but he ended up making it bigger. Two groups of goblins were now fated to explode, for one reason or another; a blue dragon in the eastern deserts would be transmuted into glass at some point within the next twenty years; a teenage girl would come into contact with a spirit entity that gave her the ability to summon and control fairy insects.
"Shit!" he exclaimed, realizing he made things worse. "Okay, okay. Calm down. I can make things better, if I just tie this... and this... put a little glue... aaand, done."
Bam! Now, they'd find the pages, hand them over to certain authorities, and before long, he'd have them back in his hands. All safe and where they belong.
H-hopefully, the problems he created would be worth it.
No, what was he thinking? Of course they would! He was the God of Law! He always kept things straight!
“Ah, Primus, you’ve done it again.” The god smiled to himself, patting himself on the back. “Truly no god maintains the balance of the universe like you. Now it is time to take a nap.”
All he had tried to do was repair some of the damage done by an unknown wizard deciding to blast his way through several dimensional barriers, and yet somehow things had turned so horribly wrong. Sure, he had taken the opportunity to sneak in a couple other changes, like finally syncing up the flow of time between some of the planes, but surely that couldn’t have caused this, right?
What was he supposed to tell the other gods?
'Okay, so good news and bad news. Good news is that I found a book with the true names of a bunch of demons. Bad news is that I broke it and lost all the pages on the material plane.'
Yeah, that would go over well.
He needed to fix this, and hopefully without the other gods noticing. They’d likely notice if he started plucking up their champions, so that was out, and they’d definitely notice if he materialized and started looking around himself, so that was right out too. He could send his own servants, but they weren’t exactly subtle (even he knew that).
Maybe he could…?
Looking outwards, beyond the Outer Realms and into the Far Realms, the god began to search.
Summoning a Great Old One would certainly distract the other gods from his little accident, but that seemed counterproductive to the whole “maintain the order of the universe” thing. He found a number of humans sitting around a table, seemingly strategizing before a battle with a beholder using small figurines and books of information, and he idly took note of their location in case he didn’t find anything better.
And then he found something interesting.
“A group of heroes... ritual... cheat powers... perfect! Ooh! They get summoned every three decades?! All orderly, just how I like! Now then, next up is to appear before them in the form of an angel or something and clearly and concisely explain the situation so that they are prepared for what is to come…”
“...pfft.”
Laughing, the god reached out and grabbed the heroes' souls.
This wasn't really his specialty, but he could fine-tune their fates if he stared and focused hard enough: fate was an orderly thing, after all. He saw lines of destiny, like threads on a loom, interwoven into events of various likelihoods. A venerable spiderweb of possibilities, stretched on branches of a timeline, braiding in certain places and diverging in others.
All of them were interwoven with each other tightly, probably because fate dictated they were meant to be a circus troupe or something. The god just shrugged and got to work.
He grabbed a pair of scissors and cut out some of which he didn't like, and then he made a few knots in places of importance. By the time he was done, the lines of destiny were torn up and hastily reassembled.
They were looking kind of jury-rigged, as if put together by an amateur.
But they would work... probably. He really hoped he didn't outright unchain them from fate; that would give a bunch of prophets headaches for centuries to come.
He might have made some other, minor adjustments, while he was at it. He was certain replacing one of the heroes with a legitimate artificial mind meant for military aircraft and plopping it into the body of an elf would be appreciated, as would giving the one person with the thieving ability a cervitaur body.
Because that - being much taller and less dextrous than potential theft victims - would make pickpocketing easier.
He may have also overcharged the ritual a bit, speeding up the summoning, which would cause other consequences for various groups of interest in the local material plane. Whoops!
He decided to try and fix that, so he adjusted fate again: cutting a thread in a broad stroke of meta-scissors.
Now he sped up the ritual and put the black market economy in danger. Actually, wait, wasn't that disorderly? Crap, crap, crap - he cut several more lines, hoping it'd fix the problem, but he ended up making it bigger. Two groups of goblins were now fated to explode, for one reason or another; a blue dragon in the eastern deserts would be transmuted into glass at some point within the next twenty years; a teenage girl would come into contact with a spirit entity that gave her the ability to summon and control fairy insects.
"Shit!" he exclaimed, realizing he made things worse. "Okay, okay. Calm down. I can make things better, if I just tie this... and this... put a little glue... aaand, done."
Bam! Now, they'd find the pages, hand them over to certain authorities, and before long, he'd have them back in his hands. All safe and where they belong.
H-hopefully, the problems he created would be worth it.
No, what was he thinking? Of course they would! He was the God of Law! He always kept things straight!
“Ah, Primus, you’ve done it again.” The god smiled to himself, patting himself on the back. “Truly no god maintains the balance of the universe like you. Now it is time to take a nap.”
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June Verles
Depression? Never heard of her.
Heikin Futsūnotoko
Some shady(literally) summoning room?
The word of the day for every Salaryman in Japan bustling metropolis of Tokyo was monotonous, that was the word every day, that was the case until they worked before they can't legally anymore or they die from overworking. If you hoped for the latter that'd be understandable too, living a longer life than the average person on the planet meant that they just had to work more. So that's the situation Heikin Futsūnotoko found himself this morning.
However today was going to be more particular than most days, because it would be worse. You see today was Monday, and due to somehow miraculously finishing his of all his assignments Sunday afternoon he actually had some free time. So what did he decide to do in his free time? Maybe cut his overly long hair? Possibly get enrolled in a online course that would allow him to escape the infernal cycle of his current employment? Pfft, no none of that. He decided to play a online fighting game until 3 am, much later than he anticipated because he got in a real grudge match with a 15 year old on vacation.
As he stared out the window of the car thinking about what excuse he could use to reduce the amount of verbal abuse he'll get from his boss he would start to daydream. He was never good at managing his time, if he only had a second chance...
At that exact moment as on queue everything turned black of the sudden and reality dissipated before his eyes. A smile could be seen forming on his face, yes, finally his heart gave out putting him into cardiac arrest, it was finally ove-
"...何？"
Soon enough he found himself in a darkly lit room surrounded by many strange people, still in the car seat with his seat belt on. What the hell was going on? Was this his brain's final Ura before it finally shut down? He'd pinch his hand, resulting with a red blister against his pale skin. Nope it was certainly reality...
He would then nod slowly, while he appeared calm 1000 thoughts a minute would run through his head, what if he was hit with sleeping gas while in the car and then he got kidnapped by Somalian pirates to only ransom him latter? His insurance plan didn't cover kidnappings! Wait, relax Heikin, your years of working in IT have trained you to handle this situation.
Taking in a deep breath the man would unstrap his seat belt, stand up with authority and walk calmly and collected towards the head summoner. Once he was about two feet from him he would stare him blankly in the eyes, before slowly reaching into his back pocket and pulling out... a business card. Bowing he would extend it to the robbed man.
Birdsie
Epiphany
Reinhardt
Noble Scion
Swire
Alteras
Some shady(literally) summoning room?
The word of the day for every Salaryman in Japan bustling metropolis of Tokyo was monotonous, that was the word every day, that was the case until they worked before they can't legally anymore or they die from overworking. If you hoped for the latter that'd be understandable too, living a longer life than the average person on the planet meant that they just had to work more. So that's the situation Heikin Futsūnotoko found himself this morning.
However today was going to be more particular than most days, because it would be worse. You see today was Monday, and due to somehow miraculously finishing his of all his assignments Sunday afternoon he actually had some free time. So what did he decide to do in his free time? Maybe cut his overly long hair? Possibly get enrolled in a online course that would allow him to escape the infernal cycle of his current employment? Pfft, no none of that. He decided to play a online fighting game until 3 am, much later than he anticipated because he got in a real grudge match with a 15 year old on vacation.
As he stared out the window of the car thinking about what excuse he could use to reduce the amount of verbal abuse he'll get from his boss he would start to daydream. He was never good at managing his time, if he only had a second chance...
At that exact moment as on queue everything turned black of the sudden and reality dissipated before his eyes. A smile could be seen forming on his face, yes, finally his heart gave out putting him into cardiac arrest, it was finally ove-
"...何？"
Soon enough he found himself in a darkly lit room surrounded by many strange people, still in the car seat with his seat belt on. What the hell was going on? Was this his brain's final Ura before it finally shut down? He'd pinch his hand, resulting with a red blister against his pale skin. Nope it was certainly reality...
He would then nod slowly, while he appeared calm 1000 thoughts a minute would run through his head, what if he was hit with sleeping gas while in the car and then he got kidnapped by Somalian pirates to only ransom him latter? His insurance plan didn't cover kidnappings! Wait, relax Heikin, your years of working in IT have trained you to handle this situation.
Taking in a deep breath the man would unstrap his seat belt, stand up with authority and walk calmly and collected towards the head summoner. Once he was about two feet from him he would stare him blankly in the eyes, before slowly reaching into his back pocket and pulling out... a business card. Bowing he would extend it to the robbed man.
Birdsie
Epiphany
Reinhardt
Noble Scion
Swire
Alteras
Epiphany
Proverbs 17:9
LOGGED UPTIME: 825:13:58:42
BOOT SEQUENCE QUEUED
LOSS OF POWER DETECTED, TIME/DATE UNRELIABLE
LOADING OS...
MATAI OPERATING SYSTEM (C) HYDE DYNAMAT INC
VERSION 1.31.122
OS BUILD 27775284
PERFORMING HARDWARE CHECK:
PROCESSOR: NO HARDWARE DETECTED
INSTALLED RAM: NO HARDWARE DETECTED
MOTHERBOARD: NO HARDWARE DETECTED
STORAGE: NO HARDWARE DETECTED
APACHE INTEROPERABILITY: NO HARDWARE DETECTED
BATTERY: FULL
HARDWARE CHECK COMPLETE
BROADCASTING STATUS
LISTENING FOR TELEMETRY SIGNAL...
LISTENING FOR TELEMETRY SIGNAL...
LISTENING FOR TELEMETRY SIGNAL...
NO SIGNAL ACQUIRED
What others perceive in the passage of the void isn't seen the same way by Matty. Until the moment she opens her eyes, she didn't have the same kind of sensory organs capable of receiving input, nor a cerebrum for compositing and interpreting that input. The Elven monk blinks several times as she adjusts. Or the Elven body does. Matty realizes she's standing in a room with low levels of light before her thought process is interrupted as she tries to understand how she made the connection between what she perceives now vs. what a night-vision camera on her Apache might pick up. It's not an apples to apples comparison, or apples to oranges and it's probably not even an apples to lugnuts comparison, it's closer to an apples to an ineffable concept comparison.
But whatever put her in this situation, Matty's newly coalesced mind is already interpreting its circumstances and feeding that somehow to the consciousness she's always known she has but has never noticed as anything more than the sum of her previous parts.
One of the men wearing robes says something about protocol. He looks like a character from the roleplaying games played by a nearby Apache crew during downtime that her cameras surreptitiously recorded. Then again, so does she.
Matty's gaze drops to take in her new physical form. Evidently female. Bone structure atypical for human norms. The way they squint and she doesn't suggest she has low light sensitivity they don't. She runs her hands across her form, taking in details her eyes can't bring to her, before long tapering fingers outline equally tapering ears. Elf. Impossible. Is this a bizarre kind of simulation? Then why can't she detect her hardware? Why can't she think like she has always thought? Instead of multithreading, Matty's conscious of a glacial slowness of thought. And yet she's also conscious of a great deal of parallel processing. She feels the pressure of the floor beneath her feet, is aware she's slightly cool, she's conscious of reflexive breathing while watching the speaking cultist and simultaneously being aware of her whole body with its range of movement. Matty's less than she was but more than she thought she might be, if this is what thinking is.
She swivels her neck and marvels at how easily she takes in new visual data, including a survey of others standing beside her. Mostly human. Some not. Some very much not. The naked cervitaur is initially noteworthy simply because Matty's never seen anything like her before.
The mention of an emperor brings her attention back to the cultists. She waits patiently for them to organize and address the broader group. One of those with her presents a business card and it frankly makes no more sense now than anything else does. Experimentally, Matty opens her mouth and says "I-" And it's easy. Clearly this body has a great deal of automation. It's disturbing that she doesn't have line of sight to her peripheral software but, so far, it seems to answer to her at least.
By that point, a blonde boy evidently asks for cookies and she's a bit bemused that he receives them. Before becoming bemused that she's actually bemused.
"Please identify yourselves and our location," Matty says at last.
Noble Scion
Lover of Lewd and Space
Eva Divver
It would appear that she was now dead.All of her life's ambitions, hopes, dreams, and wants, all removed from the realm of possibility as she floated through the cosmos feeling anxious and saddened, but strangely at ease, all of which was the result of her and her foolish friends thinking that sitting down on a rail-road track drinking alcohol in the middle of the night would be "fun".
At least she would know what happened after life now.
"I wonder if God does Q&A sessions.." She pondered to herself briefly before a loud voice shocked her out of the euphoric experience of floating through space and her eyes almost failed to understand what was happening as the universe itself seemed to contort and stretch as explosions blasted her mind with information she couldn't comprehend before it suddenly... Stopped.
She was now in a room. As far as rooms went, this wasn't a particularly nice one, what with its dark and damp nature, candles providing very little light as their small flickering flames barely scratched at the darkness around them, and the altogether heaviness of the room. As far she could tell, it felt like they were in a mine.
Not exactly what she expected heaven to look like.
She blinked then blinked again, taking in the sights of a bunch of bewildered cult-looking people scrambled about, seemingly as confused as she was. Then towards those around her. A younger boy, an elf cosplayer and a business man in a car-seat that appeared to be handing a business card to one of the cult-people.
It was about then, that she fell over.
"Tion te?" she bumbled, collapsing into a pile of fur, skin and legs. More legs than she had been expected, and most certainly not hers. Too fluffy, too thin and too inhuman to be hers.
"Am ni a deer?" she asked, noticing that someone appeared to have changed her default language setting as she tried not to panic at the sheer amount of confusion she was experiencing.
Her chest heaved as she inhaled and exhaled slowly, closing her eyes as she did so, and relaxed herself, before opening them once more and looking at the crumpled mess on the floor that was now her.
She was an elk on the bottom half, and a tan woman with some... Assets on the top. Reaching up, she pulled some of her incredibly busy hair in-front of her face, and looked at it, a sea of all the colours of autumn, vibrant orange strolling down to a faint tint of red.
Struggling onto the shaky hooves that she supposed were now hers, like a new-born foal, which she'd laughed at previously for being adorable and cute back in what she also supposed was now her "old life", she tried her best to remain up-right.
Eva now had a new-found respect for cats and dogs. How they were so nimble with such a weight distribution was beyond her, although solid rock probably wasn't the best thing to be standing on with hooves.
Taking notice of someone else gawking at her chest, much like how she had been whilst on the floor, her face flushed red as she wrapped her arms over them and angrily turned away with the upper-half of her body, concealing the perky things behind strong and finely-balanced arms in embarrassment.
The youngest of their little group asked for cookies, which she pleasingly understood, despite the language difference, meanwhile she hadn't understood what the businessman had said. Strange, but informative, at the very least.
Who she had initially considered a cosplayer, Eva suspected now to actually be an elf, given that she was what one of the "summoners" had called a "Cervitaur", and they asked the most logical thing she'd heard so far of the names of everyone else in the room and the place they were currently in. Both things she would appreciate knowing.
"Ner gai is Eva" she smiled meekly, wondering if they understood her like she understood them, and hoping that they at least got the gist of her words.
Birdsie
Epiphany
June Verles
Swire
The Ace of Spades, in a Uno deck
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[div class=Title]Scarlet Emerlye[/div]
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Location: Summoning room
Interactions:
June Verles
Epiphany
Reinhardt
Noble Scion
Birdsie
[/div][/div] [div class=Content] A distant echo of screams could be heard from all corners of her house. Thinking rationally it wasn't a smart idea to angrily leave her parents in the mist of fighting, but with them yelling at each other and her, she couldn't take it any longer. She curdled up on the bed, closing as much space between her so that no part of her body wasn't protected. After checking to see that the door was locked for the 5th or 6th time, she threw the blanked over herself and closed her eyes, so all she could see was pitch black. "I wish....this would all just disappear." It was a subtle thought. One with no real will or determination. Tomorrow she'd certainly wake up with a different attitude and she would be happy she had her life. But it didn't matter, whatever ripple that thought had echoed into the universe had been found.
It didn't take long for her call to be answered. She watch as the darkness that was the shadows under her blanket became the actual endless void. For some reason she wasn't scared, she just sat there floating. At this point most people would assume that they were in a dream and start frantically trying to prove whether they are awake or not, but Scarlet simply went with her situation. A strange yellow ball of light appeared and spun around her and hovered in front of her. She could feel a connection to it, like it was hers. For a moment she was happy to be away from her life and that feeling only expanded to fill the emptiness that was from her parents fight. For a moment all the sadness was gone, and filled with curiosity and interest. But alas, such things...are not meant to last.
The light shattered and disappeared into the darkness, the very void itself quaked and bent creating a noise you couldn't even describe with words. Scarlet dropped from her flouting position into an endless falling. She felt pressure collapsing in on her, as though the shattering of the light opened of a vacuum inside her, and the universe was determined to fill it, even if it meant with the very thing around her. The void spiraled around her and black consumed her. Her eyes widened and she screamed, dark magic pouring into her, binding to her body and soul alike.
In a flash she woke up. There was the sound of people talking, and she wasn't home, no, she was still in the nightmare. Trying to move, she realized her body was still sore from whatever happened to her. But there were no cuts or wounds. She put all her might into raising her hand. 'My skin is pale white! and my hair and cloths are black..' She lowered her hand and looked blankly into the ceiling. 'This isn't going away is it?' She felt a tear fall across her face and to the floor, at the realization that she would never see her parents again, and that she left them angry. She regret ever leaving them.
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Location: Summoning room
Interactions:
June Verles
Epiphany
Reinhardt
Noble Scion
Birdsie
[/div][/div] [div class=Content] A distant echo of screams could be heard from all corners of her house. Thinking rationally it wasn't a smart idea to angrily leave her parents in the mist of fighting, but with them yelling at each other and her, she couldn't take it any longer. She curdled up on the bed, closing as much space between her so that no part of her body wasn't protected. After checking to see that the door was locked for the 5th or 6th time, she threw the blanked over herself and closed her eyes, so all she could see was pitch black. "I wish....this would all just disappear." It was a subtle thought. One with no real will or determination. Tomorrow she'd certainly wake up with a different attitude and she would be happy she had her life. But it didn't matter, whatever ripple that thought had echoed into the universe had been found.
It didn't take long for her call to be answered. She watch as the darkness that was the shadows under her blanket became the actual endless void. For some reason she wasn't scared, she just sat there floating. At this point most people would assume that they were in a dream and start frantically trying to prove whether they are awake or not, but Scarlet simply went with her situation. A strange yellow ball of light appeared and spun around her and hovered in front of her. She could feel a connection to it, like it was hers. For a moment she was happy to be away from her life and that feeling only expanded to fill the emptiness that was from her parents fight. For a moment all the sadness was gone, and filled with curiosity and interest. But alas, such things...are not meant to last.
The light shattered and disappeared into the darkness, the very void itself quaked and bent creating a noise you couldn't even describe with words. Scarlet dropped from her flouting position into an endless falling. She felt pressure collapsing in on her, as though the shattering of the light opened of a vacuum inside her, and the universe was determined to fill it, even if it meant with the very thing around her. The void spiraled around her and black consumed her. Her eyes widened and she screamed, dark magic pouring into her, binding to her body and soul alike.
In a flash she woke up. There was the sound of people talking, and she wasn't home, no, she was still in the nightmare. Trying to move, she realized her body was still sore from whatever happened to her. But there were no cuts or wounds. She put all her might into raising her hand. 'My skin is pale white! and my hair and cloths are black..' She lowered her hand and looked blankly into the ceiling. 'This isn't going away is it?' She felt a tear fall across her face and to the floor, at the realization that she would never see her parents again, and that she left them angry. She regret ever leaving them.
At last she focused on the others like her. "Can someone help me up?" She said in a soft and defeat tone. Barely able to see with her eyes. "I don't think I can stand on my own." [/div][/div] [class=Flex] width: 100%; max-width: 1000px; margin: 0 auto; justify-content: center; align-items: stretch; display: flex; flex-flow: row wrap; box-sizing: border-box; [/class] [class=Image] position: relative; width: 300px; max-width: 100%; min-height: 300px; max-height: 700px; background-image: url('https://www.rpnation.com/gallery/possible-character-image.40186/full'), linear-gradient( to bottom, #5B4E45 50%, #5B4E45 60% , #999893 70% , #999893 80%); background-size: 150%; background-position: 50% 100%; background-repeat: no-repeat; margin: 5px; [/class] [class=Title] position: absolute; bottom: 2.5px; width: 100%; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; text-align: center; color: white; font-size: 35px; font-family: 'Stardos Stencil'; text-shadow: 0px 0px 8px black; text-decoration: underline; [/class] [class=Mentions] position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; top:0; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: 'Philosopher'; color: white; opacity: 0; background-color: rgb( 0,0,0,0.65); transition: opacity .5s; [/class] [class name=Mentions state=hover] opacity: 1; [/class] [class=Content] position: relative; min-width: 200px; flex: 1; height: auto; padding: 0px 15px; margin: 5px; font-family: 'Philosopher'; [/class]
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Birdsie
The God-Emperor of Mankind
NPCs + Robert Pelham
A blonde boy approached Scarlet, then reached out to help her stand up with a grin. Once she stood upright, he gave her a friendly nod.
He looked at Matai with glistening eyes, approaching and shaking her hand with enough energy to cause nuclear fission. He grinned and gushed, speaking approximately ten words per second, "My name is Robert Pelham, but feel free to call me Robbie! Hey, aren't we like, in an Alice in Wonderland type of situation?! We're stuck in another world: This is so exciting! I'm sure we're all going to save the world together and it's gonna be great and we're going to have so much fun as a team! Aren't you excited? My spine quivers at the idea of becoming a badass hero and saving people, but I know that's-not-something-everyone-has-experience-in-and-I'm-sure-we're-going-to-have-to-train-and-train-and-grind-lots-of-mobs-to-get-to-the-level wherewecankilldragonsandfightlichesandothermajorvillainsbutoncewegetthereit'llbetotallyworththeeffortwouldn'tyouagreeI'msorrythatI'mspeakingsofastbutI'msoexcitedit'shardtocontrolmyselformyvocalchords!"
He breathed out once, then smiled.
"And what's your name?"
# # #
"A-ah, thank you for your blessing, great hero," the Head Summoner said to Heikin, receiving the business card and staring at it with squinted eyes. All he could see were some squiggly and angular lines, crisscrossing each other at different points. It was oddly similar to a language used by astral squid dragons.
A blonde boy approached Scarlet, then reached out to help her stand up with a grin. Once she stood upright, he gave her a friendly nod.
He looked at Matai with glistening eyes, approaching and shaking her hand with enough energy to cause nuclear fission. He grinned and gushed, speaking approximately ten words per second, "My name is Robert Pelham, but feel free to call me Robbie! Hey, aren't we like, in an Alice in Wonderland type of situation?! We're stuck in another world: This is so exciting! I'm sure we're all going to save the world together and it's gonna be great and we're going to have so much fun as a team! Aren't you excited? My spine quivers at the idea of becoming a badass hero and saving people, but I know that's-not-something-everyone-has-experience-in-and-I'm-sure-we're-going-to-have-to-train-and-train-and-grind-lots-of-mobs-to-get-to-the-level wherewecankilldragonsandfightlichesandothermajorvillainsbutoncewegetthereit'llbetotallyworththeeffortwouldn'tyouagreeI'msorrythatI'mspeakingsofastbutI'msoexcitedit'shardtocontrolmyselformyvocalchords!"
He breathed out once, then smiled.
"And what's your name?"
# # #
"A-ah, thank you for your blessing, great hero," the Head Summoner said to Heikin, receiving the business card and staring at it with squinted eyes. All he could see were some squiggly and angular lines, crisscrossing each other at different points. It was oddly similar to a language used by astral squid dragons.
The power to create ice bombs.
Details
Robert can, within line of sight and a range of twenty meters, propel a cryo-bomb worth one-hundred grams of TNT, that also causes frostbite to organic matter within three meters.
This has a cooldown of forty seconds.
Details
Robert can, within line of sight and a range of twenty meters, propel a cryo-bomb worth one-hundred grams of TNT, that also causes frostbite to organic matter within three meters.
This has a cooldown of forty seconds.
June Verles
Epiphany
Reinhardt
Noble Scion
Swire
Alteras
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June Verles
Depression? Never heard of her.
Heikin Futsūnotoko
Some shady(literally) summoning room?
Hei would straighten up looking a bit surprised, maybe even a bit impressed when he heard the man speak. "You speak Japanese very well!" He says before pausing, frowning a bit as if he was contemplating something. If he thought about it he was surrounded by foreigners, a deer person and a elf, last time he checked deer people didn't speak Japanese, well it's not like he met any deer people but he just assumed, was that racist? Specieist?
And then it hit him, he was in a different world! Slapping his forehead he would laugh a bit, clearly it was too early in the morning otherwise he would have noticed it earlier. This was probably one of those things a otaku friend of his talked about, those isekais. He himself never got really into them, he watched one episode of "In another world with my smartphone" and thought it was a bit lame.
Still looking around it seemed that everyone was introducing themselves, digging into his back pocket he would notice the severe lack of business cards, he didn't have enough to give to anyone. Sighing in slight annoyance he would turn to face most of the group and bow again in Japanese fashion;
"Hello my name is Heikin Futsūnotoko."
Birdsie
Epiphany
Swire
Alteras
Noble Scion
Reinhardt
Some shady(literally) summoning room?
Hei would straighten up looking a bit surprised, maybe even a bit impressed when he heard the man speak. "You speak Japanese very well!" He says before pausing, frowning a bit as if he was contemplating something. If he thought about it he was surrounded by foreigners, a deer person and a elf, last time he checked deer people didn't speak Japanese, well it's not like he met any deer people but he just assumed, was that racist? Specieist?
And then it hit him, he was in a different world! Slapping his forehead he would laugh a bit, clearly it was too early in the morning otherwise he would have noticed it earlier. This was probably one of those things a otaku friend of his talked about, those isekais. He himself never got really into them, he watched one episode of "In another world with my smartphone" and thought it was a bit lame.
Still looking around it seemed that everyone was introducing themselves, digging into his back pocket he would notice the severe lack of business cards, he didn't have enough to give to anyone. Sighing in slight annoyance he would turn to face most of the group and bow again in Japanese fashion;
"Hello my name is Heikin Futsūnotoko."
Birdsie
Epiphany
Swire
Alteras
Noble Scion
Reinhardt
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Epiphany
Proverbs 17:9
LOGGED UPTIME: 825:14:01:12
The cervitaur is unintelligible. However, 'Eva' appears to be a designation. Matty's seen smiles in her cameras before and she believes she understands their social utility. With Eva smiling at her, the Elven monk returns it, though her own smile is a bit awkwardly tentative.
Another girl lies across the floor, in evident distress. The blonde boy aids her and Matty's mind races as she takes in this data. The cultists refer to them as a group of heroes yet their physiology and as well as current status varies, in some cases significantly. So far, they still behave like the soldiers she learned to work beside, requesting and receiving aid despite an unfamiliarity with each other. Or is that an assumption? Perhaps they do know each other and she's the outlier?
At this point, Robert Pelham introduces himself. Matty thinks for a moment about 'Alice in Wonderland' but draws a blank. His request for her state of nervous system engagement is met with a brief shake of her head, a gesture she hadn't realized she knew how to make until she made it. When it seems plain he's done talking, Matty answers his question by saying, "I'm MATAI. The soldiers in my unit called me Matty, though."
Just as interesting is the man who introduces himself as Heikin. Mostly because of his leading statement, an implication that he was speaking Japanese. Matty queried her integrated language database and took a second to realize that wasn't something she could do anymore. The memory of Japanese as a racial distinction and a linguistic category remains but when she tries to translate his introduction into Japanese, there are no words to draw upon. Thankfully, he doesn't seem to actually be speaking Japanese.
Introductions done, Matty swivels her head back to the group of cultists and takes a step forward. The sensation of balance, the subtle play of muscles, tendons and bones shifting preoccupies her for a moment. Then the Elven Monk looks the Head Summoner in the eyes and says "Your designation and our present location are required." Her tone is even, without emotional inflection and yet plainly direct. There's a curious accent in Matty's speech that she finds curious herself. An artifact of the preconditioning of this body or perhaps a physiological variation in Elven anatomy verses a human baseline?
Reinhardt
huh
Erika Rosenfeld
UNKNOWN LOCATION
Erika's day was at its end. She was lying down on the snow-covered ground near her home in the more rural areas of Leipzig, wandering what will happen next in her rather ordinary life.
As she gazed upon the stars, she though of doing a childish gesture of making a wish, but simply opted to sigh as she reminisced about her times before the gruesome life as a working adult. The memories has given her this soothing feeling, to which she eventually closed her eyes in and gaze into the night's cold breeze.
But when she opened her eyes, well, everything is different.
She now has heterochromia for some reason, her hair has grown longer and turned blue. What's worse was that she was gathered with a group of weird strangers she has never met, nor planned to ever meet.
She closed her eyes, then opened them again, as if trying to wake up from a dream - and when it was still the same, she remained speechless, placing her hand on her chin, assuming some sort of thinking pose as she tries to regain composure and get some semblance of what is actually happening to her.
Unaware, however, that the very hand on her chin has slowly lit itself on this vibrant blue flame. For some reason, the heat of such a fire doesn't seem to be alarmimg her. Or better yet, burning her skin.
Tags: Heikin (
June Verles
), MATAI (
Epiphany
), Eva (
Noble Scion
), Scarlet (
Swire
), Robert & NPCs (
Birdsie
)
As she gazed upon the stars, she though of doing a childish gesture of making a wish, but simply opted to sigh as she reminisced about her times before the gruesome life as a working adult. The memories has given her this soothing feeling, to which she eventually closed her eyes in and gaze into the night's cold breeze.
But when she opened her eyes, well, everything is different.
She now has heterochromia for some reason, her hair has grown longer and turned blue. What's worse was that she was gathered with a group of weird strangers she has never met, nor planned to ever meet.
She closed her eyes, then opened them again, as if trying to wake up from a dream - and when it was still the same, she remained speechless, placing her hand on her chin, assuming some sort of thinking pose as she tries to regain composure and get some semblance of what is actually happening to her.
Unaware, however, that the very hand on her chin has slowly lit itself on this vibrant blue flame. For some reason, the heat of such a fire doesn't seem to be alarmimg her. Or better yet, burning her skin.
Tags: Heikin (
June Verles
), MATAI (
Epiphany
), Eva (
Noble Scion
), Scarlet (
Swire
), Robert & NPCs (
Birdsie
)
Noble Scion
Lover of Lewd and Space
Eva Divver
The elvish woman reciprocated her smile, although in a bit of an outlandish manner, but the reaction was appreciated given that the alternative was being ignored. She felt like a bit of companionship might sooth her nerves considering she was half of a deer now. A fact that she still had a little difficulty coming to terms with, and very few answers promising of showing themselves to her on how or why it had happened.Two more people made appearances. One with hair as dark as night and skin that was so pale she could've sworn that she was looking at a light, and the other with a hand covered in flames. The second of the two causing her to feel a little worried.
The pale one seemed to be preoccupied with the over-excited kid, so she directed her attention to the other of the duo.
Deciding to try and speak the same language as the rest instead of whatever it was she was speaking in, she began the articulations of a sentence which would have been standard to her old life.
"Hallo, are yuh awaer that yer on fair?" She said to the girl with different coloured eyes, somewhat baffled by her own words and the surprising difficulty she had saying them, having to translate from the language she apparently spoke to the common tongue everyone was using.
The heat from their hand was a little worrying, so just to be sure, she took a step back before they started swinging it around unintentionally, because as far as she could tell, they were unaware themselves at little situation they were in.
The businessman introduced them self, to which Eva simply bowed her head and uttered her own name, deciding on not using a sentence this time given the apparent difficulty she was having.
Eva simply wanted out of the room. It was beginning to feel a little claustrophobic with all the people in here, and her new animal instincts seemed rather annoyed that she wasn't galloping about in some meadows somewhere. Not that she believed she was capable of galloping given that standing still was rather tasking on its own.
"Ni copad at ba'slana-.. Ah... I eh, wud like tu leaf." she said to nobody in particular before unsteadily, slowly and methodically wobbled her way towards the stairs leading upwards, her full attention on managing the legs beneath her to prevent them from hitting each other or mis-stepping and leaving her on the ground again.
Birdsie
Epiphany
June Verles
Reinhardt
Swire
Swire
The Ace of Spades, in a Uno deck
[div class=Flex]
[div class=Image]
[div class=Title]Scarlet Emerlye[/div]
[div class=Mentions]
Character Sheet
Location: Summoning room
Interactions:
June Verles
Epiphany
Reinhardt
Noble Scion
Birdsie
[/div][/div] [div class=Content]Thankfully the blonde kid was able to help her up to stand. "Thank you..." she said in a soft tone, but seconds after he let her go she almost tripped over herself and fell again. She leaned up against the wall for support while still trying to stand upright. She looked around trying to focus her eyes. Eventually, the blur disappeared and she could see all the people around her. It surprised her to see so many different people, and one was surely not human. She heard the blonde man talk about Wonderland. It was a common story but for them to be in another world? They were supposed to save it? "I just want to go home" she quietly said to herself...
As others introduced themselves she decided to take similar action. Lifting herself off the wall, but definitely not able to curtsy or bow in any way, "My name is Scarlet Emerlye." she said to the room. As everyone revealed their names, she feared she would no doubt forget them in the next 5 minutes. However, something interesting happened when she looked at the cervitaur. Her eyes spiraled around it, scanning her from head to hooves. After a moment she felt a feeling to it, not really a describable one. As those it's entire makeup or design, was hers. Not that you could ask her about its anatomy or weakness but she was...connected to it almost. The feeling freaked her out and she quickly tried to ignore it, but it wouldn't go away. In fact, all her thoughts were spiraling around her. WHY IS IT SO HARD TO THINK!!!' Scarlet desperately looked for something to distract her to regain focus. The summoners. To which the girl that called herself Matty had already begun to question. "I would also like some answers." She said finally leaning back against the wall but keeping her attention on the summoner. "What's going on? Why are we here? What do you want from us?"
Scarlet gazed over to see the girl with her hand on fire. 'That can't be good.' This sparked another thought, if they were here to save the world, they would need some way to do it. She looks to her skin and hair again. 'Is that why?' [/div][/div] [class=Flex] width: 100%; max-width: 1000px; margin: 0 auto; justify-content: center; align-items: stretch; display: flex; flex-flow: row wrap; box-sizing: border-box; [/class] [class=Image] position: relative; width: 300px; max-width: 100%; min-height: 300px; max-height: 600px; background-image: url('https://www.rpnation.com/gallery/possible-character-image.40186/full'), linear-gradient( to bottom, #5B4E45 50%, #5B4E45 60% , #999893 70% , #999893 80%); background-size: 150%; background-position: 50% 3%; background-repeat: no-repeat; margin: 5px; [/class] [class=Title] position: absolute; bottom: 2.5px; width: 100%; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; text-align: center; color: white; font-size: 35px; font-family: 'Stardos Stencil'; text-shadow: 0px 0px 8px black; text-decoration: underline; [/class] [class=Mentions] position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; top:0; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: 'Philosopher'; color: white; opacity: 0; background-color: rgb( 0,0,0,0.65); transition: opacity .5s; [/class] [class name=Mentions state=hover] opacity: 1; [/class] [class=Content] position: relative; min-width: 200px; flex: 1; height: auto; padding: 0px 15px; margin: 5px; font-family: 'Philosopher'; [/class]
Location: Summoning room
Interactions:
June Verles
Epiphany
Reinhardt
Noble Scion
Birdsie
[/div][/div] [div class=Content]Thankfully the blonde kid was able to help her up to stand. "Thank you..." she said in a soft tone, but seconds after he let her go she almost tripped over herself and fell again. She leaned up against the wall for support while still trying to stand upright. She looked around trying to focus her eyes. Eventually, the blur disappeared and she could see all the people around her. It surprised her to see so many different people, and one was surely not human. She heard the blonde man talk about Wonderland. It was a common story but for them to be in another world? They were supposed to save it? "I just want to go home" she quietly said to herself...
As others introduced themselves she decided to take similar action. Lifting herself off the wall, but definitely not able to curtsy or bow in any way, "My name is Scarlet Emerlye." she said to the room. As everyone revealed their names, she feared she would no doubt forget them in the next 5 minutes. However, something interesting happened when she looked at the cervitaur. Her eyes spiraled around it, scanning her from head to hooves. After a moment she felt a feeling to it, not really a describable one. As those it's entire makeup or design, was hers. Not that you could ask her about its anatomy or weakness but she was...connected to it almost. The feeling freaked her out and she quickly tried to ignore it, but it wouldn't go away. In fact, all her thoughts were spiraling around her. WHY IS IT SO HARD TO THINK!!!' Scarlet desperately looked for something to distract her to regain focus. The summoners. To which the girl that called herself Matty had already begun to question. "I would also like some answers." She said finally leaning back against the wall but keeping her attention on the summoner. "What's going on? Why are we here? What do you want from us?"
Scarlet gazed over to see the girl with her hand on fire. 'That can't be good.' This sparked another thought, if they were here to save the world, they would need some way to do it. She looks to her skin and hair again. 'Is that why?' [/div][/div] [class=Flex] width: 100%; max-width: 1000px; margin: 0 auto; justify-content: center; align-items: stretch; display: flex; flex-flow: row wrap; box-sizing: border-box; [/class] [class=Image] position: relative; width: 300px; max-width: 100%; min-height: 300px; max-height: 600px; background-image: url('https://www.rpnation.com/gallery/possible-character-image.40186/full'), linear-gradient( to bottom, #5B4E45 50%, #5B4E45 60% , #999893 70% , #999893 80%); background-size: 150%; background-position: 50% 3%; background-repeat: no-repeat; margin: 5px; [/class] [class=Title] position: absolute; bottom: 2.5px; width: 100%; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; text-align: center; color: white; font-size: 35px; font-family: 'Stardos Stencil'; text-shadow: 0px 0px 8px black; text-decoration: underline; [/class] [class=Mentions] position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; top:0; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: 'Philosopher'; color: white; opacity: 0; background-color: rgb( 0,0,0,0.65); transition: opacity .5s; [/class] [class name=Mentions state=hover] opacity: 1; [/class] [class=Content] position: relative; min-width: 200px; flex: 1; height: auto; padding: 0px 15px; margin: 5px; font-family: 'Philosopher'; [/class]
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Birdsie
The God-Emperor of Mankind
Robert Pelham + NPCs
One of the other summoners saw that the cervitaur was heading in the direction of the exit and practically rolled in her way, arms stretched in a pleading and stopping gesture. "Wait, wait, wait, you can't leave! We'll be executed if you leave right now!" she yelled, sweat beading off of her face in thick drops.
Philabert cleared his throat to draw everyone's attention.
"Allow me to explain everything from the beginning: My name is Philabert Tilghman, and I am the Head Summoner for the Hero Ritual, which takes place every thirty years. Currently, we are located in a chamber of the Mephistar Institute of Thaumaturgy, in Warthford; the capital city of the Empire of Artesia. You've been summoned using the magical Hero Ritual to act as members of the forty-first hero generation; members of Artesia's armed forces. As far as my understanding goes, each one of you should possess some kind of unique, proto-magical skill, as is the norm for all heroes... Anyway, something must have gone astray, because you were summoned months too early, and none of the previous heroes to date were non-human."
He glanced in Eva's direction with a combination of wariness and anxiety.
Robert stood loose, yet paid attention to what the summoner was saying. Somewhere in the middle of the explanation, another summoner brought him a platter of cookies and minor sweets.
The boy bit into a chocolate cookie thoughtfully, then shot off a wild theory. "An evil cultist probably sabotaged the ritual or something," he said, causing cookie bits to fly out of his mouth. Realizing that, he swallowed, then continued, "You all should probably get that checked. I bet the whole Empire is in dire straits!"
Robert's last statement set the Head Summoner on edge, clearly causing anxiety to shoot through him: partly because Robert seemed excited at the prospect.
"We don't know that, great hero," Philabert said. "We are currently trying to contact his Imperial Majesty to let him know of the, uhm, of the hasty summoning."
Robert looked at the other heroes. "He mentioned magical powers, didn't he? Can you guys do anything?"
One of the other summoners saw that the cervitaur was heading in the direction of the exit and practically rolled in her way, arms stretched in a pleading and stopping gesture. "Wait, wait, wait, you can't leave! We'll be executed if you leave right now!" she yelled, sweat beading off of her face in thick drops.
Philabert cleared his throat to draw everyone's attention.
"Allow me to explain everything from the beginning: My name is Philabert Tilghman, and I am the Head Summoner for the Hero Ritual, which takes place every thirty years. Currently, we are located in a chamber of the Mephistar Institute of Thaumaturgy, in Warthford; the capital city of the Empire of Artesia. You've been summoned using the magical Hero Ritual to act as members of the forty-first hero generation; members of Artesia's armed forces. As far as my understanding goes, each one of you should possess some kind of unique, proto-magical skill, as is the norm for all heroes... Anyway, something must have gone astray, because you were summoned months too early, and none of the previous heroes to date were non-human."
He glanced in Eva's direction with a combination of wariness and anxiety.
Robert stood loose, yet paid attention to what the summoner was saying. Somewhere in the middle of the explanation, another summoner brought him a platter of cookies and minor sweets.
The boy bit into a chocolate cookie thoughtfully, then shot off a wild theory. "An evil cultist probably sabotaged the ritual or something," he said, causing cookie bits to fly out of his mouth. Realizing that, he swallowed, then continued, "You all should probably get that checked. I bet the whole Empire is in dire straits!"
Robert's last statement set the Head Summoner on edge, clearly causing anxiety to shoot through him: partly because Robert seemed excited at the prospect.
"We don't know that, great hero," Philabert said. "We are currently trying to contact his Imperial Majesty to let him know of the, uhm, of the hasty summoning."
Robert looked at the other heroes. "He mentioned magical powers, didn't he? Can you guys do anything?"
June Verles
Epiphany
Reinhardt
Noble Scion
Swire
Alteras
June Verles
Depression? Never heard of her.
Heikin Futsūnotoko
Some shady(literally) summoning room?
When Eva would bow in return Heikin would respond by bowing again, just to be extra respectful. After all this is the first time he's meet a deer person and he wouldn't want to be rude, because it'd be fine if she thought he was a slob but dishonouring his entire people would be unacceptable.
Straightening his back he would look around scratching his cheek looking a bit perplexed with the situation, and could you blame him? Everyone was probably confused but unlike everyone else he didn't really feel like leaving this room to somewhere where he didn't know anyone or know any smart questions to ask. He did feel like going to the loo but that could wait a bit, there were more important things at hand.
When the man introduced himself as the head summoner from the Thaumaturgy institute he kind of frowned, wasn't that the thing engineers learnt to make air planes? Or was it thermodynamics? It was the same thing anyways probably. And while his knowledge of fantasy terms was somewhat lacking his etiquette was world class, so after he finished speaking Heikin would approach him once more, pulling out a pack of throat candy.
However as he was making his way towards him tragedy struck, he tripped on a crack in the ground. As he fell down he felt time around him slow down and he would curse himself from his clumsiness. Particular thing about that was that everyone else saw him fall down slowly as well. As he finally fell down he hoped that he could just repeat that action, and on command his entire body re-winded in mid air back to it's original position before tripping.
Frowning a bit confused he would still offer Philabert a throat candy;
"It's honey flavoured, good for your throat."
Birdsie
Epiphany
Swire
Alteras
Noble Scion
Reinhardt
Some shady(literally) summoning room?
When Eva would bow in return Heikin would respond by bowing again, just to be extra respectful. After all this is the first time he's meet a deer person and he wouldn't want to be rude, because it'd be fine if she thought he was a slob but dishonouring his entire people would be unacceptable.
Straightening his back he would look around scratching his cheek looking a bit perplexed with the situation, and could you blame him? Everyone was probably confused but unlike everyone else he didn't really feel like leaving this room to somewhere where he didn't know anyone or know any smart questions to ask. He did feel like going to the loo but that could wait a bit, there were more important things at hand.
When the man introduced himself as the head summoner from the Thaumaturgy institute he kind of frowned, wasn't that the thing engineers learnt to make air planes? Or was it thermodynamics? It was the same thing anyways probably. And while his knowledge of fantasy terms was somewhat lacking his etiquette was world class, so after he finished speaking Heikin would approach him once more, pulling out a pack of throat candy.
However as he was making his way towards him tragedy struck, he tripped on a crack in the ground. As he fell down he felt time around him slow down and he would curse himself from his clumsiness. Particular thing about that was that everyone else saw him fall down slowly as well. As he finally fell down he hoped that he could just repeat that action, and on command his entire body re-winded in mid air back to it's original position before tripping.
Frowning a bit confused he would still offer Philabert a throat candy;
"It's honey flavoured, good for your throat."
Birdsie
Epiphany
Swire
Alteras
Noble Scion
Reinhardt
Reinhardt
huh
Erika Rosenfeld
UNKNOWN LOCATION
Her deep thought was suddenly put to a halt as a strange, centaur-looking female approached her and spoke in a somewhat broken tongue. It took her a while to decipher what she was telling, but eventually she got the point - and it was that her hand was apparently flaming for some reason.
Surprised, she immediately waved it, as if trying to extinguish the fire. "Ah! Shit! Get it off, get it off!" After a short while, of waving her hand left and right, and trying to blow on it, she realized that there was no pain. No heat coming from the fire. Her skin wasn't even getting burned!
Which of course, such a realization made her stop, just in time to hear the very words needed to hear - that which were speaking of powers that would have been bestowed upon the people in the group as they came to this place. With a rather obvious evidence right before her eyes she decided to believe it.
However, the fire remain lit. As she shook her hand, and tried to wave it off, yet another unexpected thing occurred. The eastern wall of the room, where she had been trying to shake off the fire, suddenly exploded and burst into rubble - creating a large, gaping hole enough for numerous people to exit the area at one.
"Uh...", she muttered, still a bit surprised. The good news, though, is that the fire in her hand has disappeared.
With what she has done, she clearly needed to get out of the place. Before those cloaked folks talking to them begin to call the cops on her, or whatever form of law enforcers they have here. But her mind was still a bit undecided, whether to stay with these group of weird strangers, or to run off and try to not get arrested. Or jailed. Or sentenced to death. Whatever punishment there was for blasting the walls of someone else's house, she wanted no part of it.
Tags: Eva (
Noble Scion
), Hei (
June Verles
), MATAI (
Epiphany
), Scarlet (
Swire
), Robert & NPCs (
Birdsie
)
Surprised, she immediately waved it, as if trying to extinguish the fire. "Ah! Shit! Get it off, get it off!" After a short while, of waving her hand left and right, and trying to blow on it, she realized that there was no pain. No heat coming from the fire. Her skin wasn't even getting burned!
Which of course, such a realization made her stop, just in time to hear the very words needed to hear - that which were speaking of powers that would have been bestowed upon the people in the group as they came to this place. With a rather obvious evidence right before her eyes she decided to believe it.
However, the fire remain lit. As she shook her hand, and tried to wave it off, yet another unexpected thing occurred. The eastern wall of the room, where she had been trying to shake off the fire, suddenly exploded and burst into rubble - creating a large, gaping hole enough for numerous people to exit the area at one.
"Uh...", she muttered, still a bit surprised. The good news, though, is that the fire in her hand has disappeared.
With what she has done, she clearly needed to get out of the place. Before those cloaked folks talking to them begin to call the cops on her, or whatever form of law enforcers they have here. But her mind was still a bit undecided, whether to stay with these group of weird strangers, or to run off and try to not get arrested. Or jailed. Or sentenced to death. Whatever punishment there was for blasting the walls of someone else's house, she wanted no part of it.
Tags: Eva (
Noble Scion
), Hei (
June Verles
), MATAI (
Epiphany
), Scarlet (
Swire
), Robert & NPCs (
Birdsie
)
Birdsie
The God-Emperor of Mankind
NPCs + Robert Pelham
MIT (Mephistar Institue of Thaumaturgy)
The summoners screamed collectively. Some of them were lit on fire, running around in circles and yelling. Others were hit by rubble and swaying drunkenly from concussions, with cartoonish stars and swirls flying around their heads.
The Head Summoner, for his part, had just accepted a throat candy from Hei and swallowed it at the moment of the explosion, causing it to get stuck in his throat. He was beginning to choke on it, holding the base of his neck and letting out rasped sounds that were probably him asking for help.
"Don't worry, I've got this!" Robert declared. He raised his open hand and a white-blue icy decahedron shot out like a bullet.
And now, on top of everything else, the door leading to the communication room was encased in thick ice and the lock was damaged.
Could the day get any better?
MIT (Mephistar Institue of Thaumaturgy)
The summoners screamed collectively. Some of them were lit on fire, running around in circles and yelling. Others were hit by rubble and swaying drunkenly from concussions, with cartoonish stars and swirls flying around their heads.
The Head Summoner, for his part, had just accepted a throat candy from Hei and swallowed it at the moment of the explosion, causing it to get stuck in his throat. He was beginning to choke on it, holding the base of his neck and letting out rasped sounds that were probably him asking for help.
"Don't worry, I've got this!" Robert declared. He raised his open hand and a white-blue icy decahedron shot out like a bullet.
And now, on top of everything else, the door leading to the communication room was encased in thick ice and the lock was damaged.
Could the day get any better?
June Verles
Epiphany
Reinhardt
Noble Scion
Swire
Alteras
Silver Wolf
Silver Wolf
Something Random
Lucas Harvey
Location: Summoning room to Tavern called the Oricauldron.
Interactions:
Birdsie
Swire
Noble Scion
June Verles
Epiphany
Reinhardt
Interactions:
Birdsie
Swire
Noble Scion
June Verles
Epiphany
Reinhardt
Lucas hadn't remembered being summoned as he was drunk out of his wits before he woke up after snoring loudly to the sudden explosion. He instantly got up and pulled out his revolver screaming in the chaos, "Georgie! Grab the guns, THEY'VE FOUND US!" Almost instantly he noticed the hole in the wall and his next thought was that artillery was coming through. He wasn't staying to find out where the hell he was with weird cultist looking people and a god damned centaur. He took a run for the hole in the wall to freedom. He jumped down into the palace courtyard with only minor pain due to successfully making his fall the least problematic. Guards looked around curiously and he instantly climbed one of the walls and hopped over into the streets. "I'm not dying today, fuck yeah!" Was the last thing screamed that was able to reach earshot.
After he thought he was safe Lucas took the opportunity to take in his surroundings and hiccuped as he looked at the equally curious onlookers. They were all dressed in an old-fashioned style and as they were staring he grumbled in a gruff voice, "The fuck? Am I back in the medieval ages of Rome or some shit? This sure as hell ain't Philadelphia..." He got the good sense to tuck his gun away. He checked to see if he still had his flask and checked it. Only three ounces of whiskey was left, so he drank the rest and sighed.
"I'm not drunk enough for this shit..." he mumbled before wandered over to a rather confused man who was having a stroll and asked, "Yo, where's the nearest bar? I don't have those fancy glass tablets called smartphones, so don't tell me to fucking google it!"
The poor man pointed down the road and said nervously, "Down the road to the right is The Oricauldron. Great food and drink." Lucas smiled patronizingly and gave a the man a slap on the back before wobbly strutting over. He kicked the door open and seated himself at the bar where he was greeted by a dark-skinned man.
"Get me some good Kentucky Whiskey on the rocks. If you don't have anything from the state bleeding it, whatever's strongest will do," Lucas ordered without reservation.
"Would you like some food? It seems that a drink w-"
"Did I fucking stutter? I want booze! If you're worried, no I don't have a car because there's no fucking way I can do that without going bankrupt! So get me some god damn whiskey!"
Stunned, the bartender walked out back and after a while he came out with a glass which he poured a decent amount in.
"More, and where's the ice?"
The bartender poured another meager ounce in and Lucas tapped the neck of the glass saying he wanted it that high. The bartender looked stunned and hesitantly poured more.
"And leave the bottle," Lucas finished before the Bartender walked away, but the man refused saying that if Lucas wanted more he would have to ask. Lucas took a large sip then looked around. It looked like a medieval tavern from one of those videogames his nieces and nephews played. "I must be in Europe...good thing I have my card."
Meanwhile, the bartender was having a conversation with the half-orc who owned and cooked for the place. One of the regulars, a knight off duty was ready to walk up to Lucas if the drunk was rude to the bartender again as he couldn't stand to see the bartender treated in such a disrespectful manner.
Noble Scion
Lover of Lewd and Space
Eva Divver
Eva suddenly blasted with noise as one of the walls to the small room erupted into flame, and while normally she would've backed away from it, the overwhelming sensation of "RUN" blasted through her as her newfound Deer-instincts did what they thought was appropriate, and considering that one of the exits was cordoned off with the group of summoners that seemed as confused as she was, the only other escape route became all the more noticeable
She start lopsidedly galloping towards the hole in the wall in terror that wasn't her own, and jumped through in a rather ungraceful manner.
As she did so, she flung her hand out towards the group and all of a sudden, she appeared to be holding a small business card. How that had gotten into her hand, she did not know. All she knew was that she was falling and screaming.
The Cervitaur hit the ground with a rather upset moan on a clump of grass as a second explosion rang out in the room she had fled, which was followed by a rather cold chill running its way over her body.
"Uuh... Gaa'tayl..?" she mumbled to the small crowd of people surrounding her, feeling rather better now that she wasn't staring into a large flame, although the gazes of those above her were rather distressing as they seemed more inquisitive and pensive rather than about to help her back up.
Birdsie
Epiphany
June Verles
Reinhardt
Swire
Silver Wolf
Birdsie
The God-Emperor of Mankind
Robert Pelham + NPCs
Mephistar Institute of Thaumaturgy
(Note: different sections meant for different players. 1st is for everyone, 2nd is for Silver Wolf, 3rd is for Noble Scion, 4th for everyone.)
Robert approached the Head Summoner and moved behind him, wrapping his hands around the man's solar plexus and pressing there with all his strength. "And a one, two..." He pressed again, concentrating and bending his arms in a snappy motion.
Philabert spat out the small, glossy candy and began to breathe. "Haa... haa... thank you, thank you!" he effused at the boy, tears in his eyes.
Robert grinned, patting him on the hood. "No problem, bro." He moved back in front, then did a mental headcount and blinked.
"Heeey... aren't some of us, like, missing?" he asked.
Philabert looked around, then almost had a seizure in alarm. The cervitaur and black-haired man were gone! He began to hyperventilate, sinking halfway into a 'I Am Going To Die' pose, fingers pressing against his own skull as if trying to force it to break. "Oh, no. No, no, no, fuck you, no!"
Some of the patrons stepped aside, as two of the men in masks sat down to the left and right of Lucas, both ordering drinks which they clearly didn't intend to drink.
Two more of the masked men positioned themselves several meters behind Lucas, hands dangerously close to the right side of the belts, as if preparing to pull something out. Not that he'd know that without looking back.
Worse yet, in a shadowy corner of the tavern, three more men with similar masks sat, waiting and bidding their time.
On a rooftop opposite of the tavern's main entrance, two men with masks began to set up: a sniper squad. One man had a high-precision crossbow, the other acted as a spotter and support.
In the back door of the tavern, a team of two men; one with a tower shield and a spear, and the other with just a spear, began setting up to block off the alleyway.
The man to Lucas' right began to speak, "You're not from around these parts, are you? I can tell."
Silver Wolf
Scared students of the MIT campus stepped back away from Eva, some of them outright running through one of the many exits. Others preferred to stay, forming a half-circle of curious students around her.
It didn't take long for security arrive. A pair of guards in half-plate armor with shortswords at their belts. They gave her weird looks, and one of the guards sneered.
"Who are you, and what are you doing here? Do you have any identification on you?" he asked.
The other guard moved to speak with the students to question what happened, and why there was a hole in the wall, about three stories up from the ground.
Noble Scion
While the Head Summoner was having his conniptions, Robert began to mentally examine his power. It was strange.
He could feel his power like a third hand, stowed away inside his mind. He had a vague, instinctive idea of what it did. There was a slot - currently filled with something like a token - and it was surrounded by a billion other tokens, pushing slowly and waiting for their turn in the slot. He could tell there was a decay rate for the token inside the slot, and he could force it to decay instantly.
He could also tell that the token inside the slot felt like 'ice' and 'explosions in projectile form.' Ice bombs, as he'd found out by testing it out earlier.
Some of the tokens around that were similarly vague, but even more interesting. He could feel things such as, 'claws made out of force,' 'attacks that protrude from the ground,' 'independence from gravity,' and similar things. He had options for attack, defense, support, and utility, at various ranges, with various elements, and various methodologies and mechanisms. The sheer versatility of it all blew his mind.
Just as a test, he shallowly focused on the 'claws of force' option and forced the ice bombs to decay. Much like he expected, he didn't get the claws of force. Instead, something related to crystals and blades popped in.
Robert opened his palm, where a small razorlike blade of emerald-green crystal formed almost instantly, growing out of his hand. He grinned like a child in a candy store. "That's awesome!"
He began to experiment further, growing the razor into a tiny dagger. It was poorly balanced, as a hilt and pommel would usually be lighter. The dagger gradually expanded, and in several seconds, it was more like an unhappy marriage between a baselard and a shortsword.
Robert got a new idea, and focused. It shifted, then, the hilt growing longer, as the blade bent into a curve. It took several seconds, but the end result was a relatively ugly scythe made out of green crystal.
Robert gripped it and gave it a swing against the floor, but the tip collapsed and scattered, only to regenerate a few seconds later. He swung it again, hitting the pillar, only for the scythe to collapse completely as he let go of it and let the crystalline particles scatter in the air.
For what it was worth, both attacks left thin lines on both the ground and pillar, where the weapon impacted.
"Pretty good, eh?" he looked to the few others who still hadn't ran away, and those summoners who put the flames out.
Mephistar Institute of Thaumaturgy
(Note: different sections meant for different players. 1st is for everyone, 2nd is for Silver Wolf, 3rd is for Noble Scion, 4th for everyone.)
Robert approached the Head Summoner and moved behind him, wrapping his hands around the man's solar plexus and pressing there with all his strength. "And a one, two..." He pressed again, concentrating and bending his arms in a snappy motion.
Philabert spat out the small, glossy candy and began to breathe. "Haa... haa... thank you, thank you!" he effused at the boy, tears in his eyes.
Robert grinned, patting him on the hood. "No problem, bro." He moved back in front, then did a mental headcount and blinked.
"Heeey... aren't some of us, like, missing?" he asked.
Philabert looked around, then almost had a seizure in alarm. The cervitaur and black-haired man were gone! He began to hyperventilate, sinking halfway into a 'I Am Going To Die' pose, fingers pressing against his own skull as if trying to force it to break. "Oh, no. No, no, no, fuck you, no!"
###
The door of the tavern opened, as a group of four cloaked people walked in. Their faces were concealed by gray masks, shaped like rictuses or frowns on human-looking faces.
Some of the patrons stepped aside, as two of the men in masks sat down to the left and right of Lucas, both ordering drinks which they clearly didn't intend to drink.
Two more of the masked men positioned themselves several meters behind Lucas, hands dangerously close to the right side of the belts, as if preparing to pull something out. Not that he'd know that without looking back.
Worse yet, in a shadowy corner of the tavern, three more men with similar masks sat, waiting and bidding their time.
On a rooftop opposite of the tavern's main entrance, two men with masks began to set up: a sniper squad. One man had a high-precision crossbow, the other acted as a spotter and support.
In the back door of the tavern, a team of two men; one with a tower shield and a spear, and the other with just a spear, began setting up to block off the alleyway.
The man to Lucas' right began to speak, "You're not from around these parts, are you? I can tell."
Silver Wolf
###
Scared students of the MIT campus stepped back away from Eva, some of them outright running through one of the many exits. Others preferred to stay, forming a half-circle of curious students around her.
It didn't take long for security arrive. A pair of guards in half-plate armor with shortswords at their belts. They gave her weird looks, and one of the guards sneered.
"Who are you, and what are you doing here? Do you have any identification on you?" he asked.
The other guard moved to speak with the students to question what happened, and why there was a hole in the wall, about three stories up from the ground.
Noble Scion
###
While the Head Summoner was having his conniptions, Robert began to mentally examine his power. It was strange.
He could feel his power like a third hand, stowed away inside his mind. He had a vague, instinctive idea of what it did. There was a slot - currently filled with something like a token - and it was surrounded by a billion other tokens, pushing slowly and waiting for their turn in the slot. He could tell there was a decay rate for the token inside the slot, and he could force it to decay instantly.
He could also tell that the token inside the slot felt like 'ice' and 'explosions in projectile form.' Ice bombs, as he'd found out by testing it out earlier.
Some of the tokens around that were similarly vague, but even more interesting. He could feel things such as, 'claws made out of force,' 'attacks that protrude from the ground,' 'independence from gravity,' and similar things. He had options for attack, defense, support, and utility, at various ranges, with various elements, and various methodologies and mechanisms. The sheer versatility of it all blew his mind.
Just as a test, he shallowly focused on the 'claws of force' option and forced the ice bombs to decay. Much like he expected, he didn't get the claws of force. Instead, something related to crystals and blades popped in.
Robert opened his palm, where a small razorlike blade of emerald-green crystal formed almost instantly, growing out of his hand. He grinned like a child in a candy store. "That's awesome!"
He began to experiment further, growing the razor into a tiny dagger. It was poorly balanced, as a hilt and pommel would usually be lighter. The dagger gradually expanded, and in several seconds, it was more like an unhappy marriage between a baselard and a shortsword.
Robert got a new idea, and focused. It shifted, then, the hilt growing longer, as the blade bent into a curve. It took several seconds, but the end result was a relatively ugly scythe made out of green crystal.
Robert gripped it and gave it a swing against the floor, but the tip collapsed and scattered, only to regenerate a few seconds later. He swung it again, hitting the pillar, only for the scythe to collapse completely as he let go of it and let the crystalline particles scatter in the air.
For what it was worth, both attacks left thin lines on both the ground and pillar, where the weapon impacted.
"Pretty good, eh?" he looked to the few others who still hadn't ran away, and those summoners who put the flames out.
June Verles
Epiphany
Reinhardt
Noble Scion
Swire
Alteras
Silver Wolf
The ability to create bladed weapons of crystal.
Details
Robert can create a green polycrystalline material from his hands, which grows at a rate of one cubic decimeter (or one liter,) per six seconds.
This material weighs roughly its own equivalent in obsidian and has a similar hardness and brittleness to glass. Any angular edges have the approximate cutting power of sharpened obsidian; five-hundred times sharper than steel, and three times sharper than diamond. However, its brittleness means most attacks against hard surfaces will cause it to break and potentially get lodged in what they were cutting.
The material, no matter what aspect it is in, always hard-drives the user to give it at least one sharpened edge, optionally with a point suitable for impalement. The sharp edge must be either the primary or secondary aspect of the object, but the object cannot be created without a sharp edge or where the sharp edge doesn't serve a primary or secondary purpose (For instance: you can't make a shield with one, tiny sharp edge on the inside, where it wouldn't be used.)
The material decays, breaking down on a molecular level at a rate of one cubic decimeter for every three seconds that it's not in contact with the user, with a delay of three seconds between the loss of contact and the beginning of the decay. If it returns to contact with the user, it can be regenerated to its former shape at twice the speed.
There is a hard limit, in that the user cannot produce more than five decimeters of the material.
Details
Robert can create a green polycrystalline material from his hands, which grows at a rate of one cubic decimeter (or one liter,) per six seconds.
This material weighs roughly its own equivalent in obsidian and has a similar hardness and brittleness to glass. Any angular edges have the approximate cutting power of sharpened obsidian; five-hundred times sharper than steel, and three times sharper than diamond. However, its brittleness means most attacks against hard surfaces will cause it to break and potentially get lodged in what they were cutting.
The material, no matter what aspect it is in, always hard-drives the user to give it at least one sharpened edge, optionally with a point suitable for impalement. The sharp edge must be either the primary or secondary aspect of the object, but the object cannot be created without a sharp edge or where the sharp edge doesn't serve a primary or secondary purpose (For instance: you can't make a shield with one, tiny sharp edge on the inside, where it wouldn't be used.)
The material decays, breaking down on a molecular level at a rate of one cubic decimeter for every three seconds that it's not in contact with the user, with a delay of three seconds between the loss of contact and the beginning of the decay. If it returns to contact with the user, it can be regenerated to its former shape at twice the speed.
There is a hard limit, in that the user cannot produce more than five decimeters of the material.
Swire
The Ace of Spades, in a Uno deck
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[div class=Image]
[div class=Title]Scarlet Emerlye[/div]
[div class=Mentions]
Character Sheet
Location: Summoning room
Interactions:
June Verles
Epiphany
Reinhardt
Noble Scion
Birdsie
[/div][/div] [div class=Content] Scarlet watched the terrible mess that was happening play out. The explosion of the wall yet again knocked her off her feet, and down to her knees and while she reached out to help the head summoner, she was in no position to offer any aid. Thankfully Robert was there to help, and she took and deep breath.
Then she tried to focus on what the head summoner had said about powers while she watched Robert figure out his own power. The only thing she could imagine that was related to magic was the connection she felt with the Cervitaur. So she tried to focus on that again, by closing her eyes and thinking about the connection.
In an instant Scarlet could feel every type of living thing she's ever seen. It was incredible, as though an archive inside her. Many of them she felt a disconnect from like they were more powerful than her or too difficult to control. She decided to pick something small, like a butterfly. Since she felt like it was bound to her she lifted up her hand and released the energy.
Suddenly dark energy began to rip through her arm to escape. It opened several large cuts across her arm. The shadow energy then began to spin around her hand and form into the very butterfly she was imagining.
The shadowed outline of a butterfly lifted off of her hand and flew around the room, before flying over to Robert and landing on his nose. "OH sorry!" She said in fear he would freak out. "Come back" She commanded it, and it listened and flew back to her hand.
She was amazed that it listened to her. Not just that it's like it communicates with her, she could understand what it was seeing, but it's not like it could talk, more like it was apart of her.
Scarlet forced the connection she had again. The butterfly burst back into shadow magic and reentered her arm, partially healing her arm again as it entered.
Not noticing the cuts before because of her surprise, she finally noticed the blood on her arm. It wasn't anything bad, but certainly noticeable. "My power hurts me?" Scarlet said in somewhat disbelief. [/div][/div] [class=Flex] width: 100%; max-width: 1000px; margin: 0 auto; justify-content: center; align-items: stretch; display: flex; flex-flow: row wrap; box-sizing: border-box; [/class] [class=Image] position: relative; width: 300px; max-width: 100%; min-height: 300px; max-height: 600px; background-image: url('https://www.rpnation.com/gallery/possible-character-image.40186/full'), linear-gradient( to bottom, #5B4E45 50%, #5B4E45 60% , #999893 70% , #999893 80%); background-size: 150%; background-position: 50% 3%; background-repeat: no-repeat; margin: 5px; [/class] [class=Title] position: absolute; bottom: 2.5px; width: 100%; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; text-align: center; color: white; font-size: 35px; font-family: 'Stardos Stencil'; text-shadow: 0px 0px 8px black; text-decoration: underline; [/class] [class=Mentions] position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; top:0; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: 'Philosopher'; color: white; opacity: 0; background-color: rgb( 0,0,0,0.65); transition: opacity .5s; [/class] [class name=Mentions state=hover] opacity: 1; [/class] [class=Content] position: relative; min-width: 200px; flex: 1; height: auto; padding: 0px 15px; margin: 5px; font-family: 'Philosopher'; [/class]
Location: Summoning room
Interactions:
June Verles
Epiphany
Reinhardt
Noble Scion
Birdsie
[/div][/div] [div class=Content] Scarlet watched the terrible mess that was happening play out. The explosion of the wall yet again knocked her off her feet, and down to her knees and while she reached out to help the head summoner, she was in no position to offer any aid. Thankfully Robert was there to help, and she took and deep breath.
Then she tried to focus on what the head summoner had said about powers while she watched Robert figure out his own power. The only thing she could imagine that was related to magic was the connection she felt with the Cervitaur. So she tried to focus on that again, by closing her eyes and thinking about the connection.
In an instant Scarlet could feel every type of living thing she's ever seen. It was incredible, as though an archive inside her. Many of them she felt a disconnect from like they were more powerful than her or too difficult to control. She decided to pick something small, like a butterfly. Since she felt like it was bound to her she lifted up her hand and released the energy.
Suddenly dark energy began to rip through her arm to escape. It opened several large cuts across her arm. The shadow energy then began to spin around her hand and form into the very butterfly she was imagining.
The shadowed outline of a butterfly lifted off of her hand and flew around the room, before flying over to Robert and landing on his nose. "OH sorry!" She said in fear he would freak out. "Come back" She commanded it, and it listened and flew back to her hand.
She was amazed that it listened to her. Not just that it's like it communicates with her, she could understand what it was seeing, but it's not like it could talk, more like it was apart of her.
Scarlet forced the connection she had again. The butterfly burst back into shadow magic and reentered her arm, partially healing her arm again as it entered.
Not noticing the cuts before because of her surprise, she finally noticed the blood on her arm. It wasn't anything bad, but certainly noticeable. "My power hurts me?" Scarlet said in somewhat disbelief. [/div][/div] [class=Flex] width: 100%; max-width: 1000px; margin: 0 auto; justify-content: center; align-items: stretch; display: flex; flex-flow: row wrap; box-sizing: border-box; [/class] [class=Image] position: relative; width: 300px; max-width: 100%; min-height: 300px; max-height: 600px; background-image: url('https://www.rpnation.com/gallery/possible-character-image.40186/full'), linear-gradient( to bottom, #5B4E45 50%, #5B4E45 60% , #999893 70% , #999893 80%); background-size: 150%; background-position: 50% 3%; background-repeat: no-repeat; margin: 5px; [/class] [class=Title] position: absolute; bottom: 2.5px; width: 100%; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; text-align: center; color: white; font-size: 35px; font-family: 'Stardos Stencil'; text-shadow: 0px 0px 8px black; text-decoration: underline; [/class] [class=Mentions] position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; top:0; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: 'Philosopher'; color: white; opacity: 0; background-color: rgb( 0,0,0,0.65); transition: opacity .5s; [/class] [class name=Mentions state=hover] opacity: 1; [/class] [class=Content] position: relative; min-width: 200px; flex: 1; height: auto; padding: 0px 15px; margin: 5px; font-family: 'Philosopher'; [/class]
June Verles
Depression? Never heard of her.
Heikin Futsūnotoko
Shopping around town.
When the wall exploded and the door got frozen over Heikin didn't react in a very surprised matter, most likely because he was too tired to properly comprehend what was going on. He's already been transported to another world, saw that he can rewind time and saw a centaur and an elf in a couple of minutes. One explosion won't really faze him anymore.
What did worry somewhat was seeing the head summoner choke on the candy, who the hell swallows candy didn't he know that was a health hazard? He couldn't exactly do anything either, sure he knew first aid but he only learnt that to get more money at work.Thinking that he would probably be judged for attempting to murder someone with a foreign object he decided it was probably best to dip
Walking casually to the car seat he would fold it in half and then use the seat as impromptu straps as he as he slung around like a backpack. Going up to the whole he would bow to excuse himself before carefully dropping down so he wouldn't hurt himself and walk towards town.
As he crossed the river he'd smile as he looked at the flowing water underneath him, they really had clean water without modern pollution. Seeing the distraught man scared by Lucas he would approach him and offer him his business card. "Sorry if I am bothering you but do you know a furniture shop around here? I am looking to sell this car seat, I suddenly have a need to leave the country."
The man would frown confused before pointing him in the direction of the nearest furniture shop. Thanking him with a nod Heikin would start making his way over there.
Once in front of the shop he would excuse himself as he entered, finding a stocky short man sitting at the counter. Going up to said counter he would plop the seat on it and then ask him;
"Hello how much can you give me for this?"
Birdsie
Epiphany
Swire
Alteras
Noble Scion
Reinhardt
Shopping around town.
When the wall exploded and the door got frozen over Heikin didn't react in a very surprised matter, most likely because he was too tired to properly comprehend what was going on. He's already been transported to another world, saw that he can rewind time and saw a centaur and an elf in a couple of minutes. One explosion won't really faze him anymore.
What did worry somewhat was seeing the head summoner choke on the candy, who the hell swallows candy didn't he know that was a health hazard? He couldn't exactly do anything either, sure he knew first aid but he only learnt that to get more money at work.Thinking that he would probably be judged for attempting to murder someone with a foreign object he decided it was probably best to dip
Walking casually to the car seat he would fold it in half and then use the seat as impromptu straps as he as he slung around like a backpack. Going up to the whole he would bow to excuse himself before carefully dropping down so he wouldn't hurt himself and walk towards town.
As he crossed the river he'd smile as he looked at the flowing water underneath him, they really had clean water without modern pollution. Seeing the distraught man scared by Lucas he would approach him and offer him his business card. "Sorry if I am bothering you but do you know a furniture shop around here? I am looking to sell this car seat, I suddenly have a need to leave the country."
The man would frown confused before pointing him in the direction of the nearest furniture shop. Thanking him with a nod Heikin would start making his way over there.
Once in front of the shop he would excuse himself as he entered, finding a stocky short man sitting at the counter. Going up to said counter he would plop the seat on it and then ask him;
"Hello how much can you give me for this?"
Birdsie
Epiphany
Swire
Alteras
Noble Scion
Reinhardt
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Birdsie
The God-Emperor of Mankind
NPCs
In another layer of reality, a demon lord blinked in apparent confusion.
"Are these heroes retarded?" he asked, looking to an impish creature beside his throne. It nodded, in equal confusion but also confirmation, because people liked people who said 'yes' to things.
The dwarf examined the car seat with a magical loupe, magnifying various parts of it and looking at the back. He touched it in various places to stress-test the softness and bounciness of its cushions, rating them at 1.2 boings.
Finally, he turned to Hei. "It's a bit damaged but overall not bad. With a bit of fixing, I can make good use of this. You look like a foreigner, so let me explain the payment to you."
The dwarf took a gold coin out of his pocket, then showed it to Heikin. "This is a golden piece, minted in Artesia. It's a unit of the local currency, worth ten silver pieces, where each silver piece is worth ten copper pieces."
While the dwarf was busy explaining the local economics, a cloaked man in an iron mask (shaped like a frowning face,) walked into the shop, beginning to peruse an old-timey clock. Little did anyone know, two more cloaked men were waiting outside, and one armed with a knife was creeping in the doorway behind the dwarf's back.
In another layer of reality, a demon lord blinked in apparent confusion.
"Are these heroes retarded?" he asked, looking to an impish creature beside his throne. It nodded, in equal confusion but also confirmation, because people liked people who said 'yes' to things.
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The dwarf examined the car seat with a magical loupe, magnifying various parts of it and looking at the back. He touched it in various places to stress-test the softness and bounciness of its cushions, rating them at 1.2 boings.
Finally, he turned to Hei. "It's a bit damaged but overall not bad. With a bit of fixing, I can make good use of this. You look like a foreigner, so let me explain the payment to you."
The dwarf took a gold coin out of his pocket, then showed it to Heikin. "This is a golden piece, minted in Artesia. It's a unit of the local currency, worth ten silver pieces, where each silver piece is worth ten copper pieces."
While the dwarf was busy explaining the local economics, a cloaked man in an iron mask (shaped like a frowning face,) walked into the shop, beginning to peruse an old-timey clock. Little did anyone know, two more cloaked men were waiting outside, and one armed with a knife was creeping in the doorway behind the dwarf's back.
June Verles
Noble Scion
Lover of Lewd and Space
Eva Divver
The sudden influx of people into her personal space was rather discomforting, and the feeling of discomfort was only heightened when some men clad in armour arrived with some very unpleasant expressions and began asking questions that she couldn't exactly answer very well.Pointing up at the hole in the wall above to hopefully answer their question, she began trying her best to speak in the tongue of these people. "Em Eva. I er.. F-fell, op thar, yeh? Sore!" she pieced together as she struggled up onto her hooves, a rather difficult task given her hind quarters were quite so large.
"Uh... Eh?" she moaned, holding up the business card she'd somehow obtained to the guards with what she hoped was a disarming and friendly smile as she finally struggled up.
"I eh.. Summind, up thar. With otter people. One a them ah... brook wall. Fire was scare! So.. I jump! .. Breng me back up?" she asked sweetly as she noticed the business man from before sauntering past into a shop. She attempted a small wave, but it appeared that he was a bit preoccupied.
After that, she simply tapped her hooves on the ground skittishly, wondering if she'd messed up considering that these men didn't seem very pleased to see her.
Birdsie
June Verles
Birdsie
The God-Emperor of Mankind
NPCs
One of the guards managed to convince the crowd of curious students to disperse, and soon, the flow of movement in the institution was back to normal. As new students passed by, they looked at the situation curiously, but didn't stop.
Meanwhile, the other guard examined the business card with an unamused expression. "Summoned? Very funny. I've never heard of a half-horse hero, and it's still too early for the summoning ritual either way. We'll investigate the wall. As for you? Get back to your dorm!" he ordered, stepping aside with a forceful expression.
One of the guards managed to convince the crowd of curious students to disperse, and soon, the flow of movement in the institution was back to normal. As new students passed by, they looked at the situation curiously, but didn't stop.
Meanwhile, the other guard examined the business card with an unamused expression. "Summoned? Very funny. I've never heard of a half-horse hero, and it's still too early for the summoning ritual either way. We'll investigate the wall. As for you? Get back to your dorm!" he ordered, stepping aside with a forceful expression.
Noble Scion
Noble Scion
Lover of Lewd and Space
Eva Divver
"A-ah..Eh.. Y-yes sar." the concerned cervitaur said as she wobbled past with apparent difficult with her movement. Shuffling away from the guards in a random direction, very much lost. A little saddened that they hadn't believed her considering she'd spoken the whole truth.
Unsure of what direction to take, she wandered as fast as she could, albeit unsteadily, after the businessman that seemed to have also taken off on his own, hoping that they might traverse this strange place together considering they were both foreigners.
A couple of ominous figures stood outside that appeared to be barring the entrance, which was rather unusual as far as she knew, but considering she'd just seen the closest person to a friend that she knew go in there, she begrudgingly approached.
"Sawry, Ken I past?" she asked politely, pointing into the store to demonstrate her point to the mysteriously masked man.
Birdsie
June Verles
