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Post by Zarja on Apr 29, 2012 17:01:24 GMT -6
Damascus proceeded down the halls, deep in thought. What had The Vigil meant by his words? He always chose them so carefully...'other worlds'? 'Native Souls'? If that tiger really was from another world as The Vigil suggested, he could have knowledge that would otherwise be unkown to his kingdom. That could prove valuable, especially if he could be made to talk about his home and their defences. He will rule all, one world at a time.
For now, though, his pleasures were simple. He made his way to the prisons and followed the sounds of uproar. 4 guards accompanied him immediately upon entering the facility. He stopped at a balcony high above the prison cells, overlooking the center yard. Below was a stage where he could see Isra torture the prisoners. A wicked smile curled on his face as he saw her give the bird his choice. He's always enjoyed her brand of torture - so cruel, so dark, so evil. Her knack for mental anguish has far surpassed her capability of physical torture - and THAT was saying something. He's seen her make someone tear slivers of flesh off someone else before. Somthing about watching her work makes him tingle a little on the inside.
He stayed to watch the show, allowing it to distract him for only a moment and pushing everything else aside. The warrior would have to wait.
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Dimitri didn't know what the hell he did to earn the coyote's ire, but he never said anything about it to anyone, "When Sai comes, you'll know. If there's one thing I know about him, is that he likes to make an entrance. He'll also come when we need him the most."
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Sai stormed through the great hall of The Council. They couldn't be concerned with his finding Itace and ensuring he doesn't do anything to hinder his rescue attempt - more to the point, they couldn't be bothered to find out exactly where Itace was in the first place. His disappearance was a mystery - especially since the other diviners couldn't find him. Sai figured that's the nice thing bout specializing in being a seer - you also know how to avoid other seers.
But no, The Council was more worried about The Creator and the destruction of an entire world. They were busy attempting to track down The Creator's movements to no avail. Sai knew it was pointless, but they would not humor to listen to him. If what the Doc came up with was true, then he'd need to fish Dimitri from where he was first. He hoped Daine made some progress on the outfits.
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Post by Radical Ace on Apr 30, 2012 10:18:07 GMT -6
Show over and done with, Isra would meet with Damascus 'backstage', though it was really just another storage room for armor and weaponry. The more high-end area, yes, but storage none of the less. She would be in the process of removing the regal robes, and go back to fitting herself with her usual armor and weaponry.
"So I've been thinking..."
She would turn to Damascus. "You keep talking of that other tiger... You don't seem to want him dead, but he's been troublesome. Had thoughts about sending a spy? Electronic or otherwise...?" She would adjust a hidden projectile weapon at her arm, before strapping an arm-brace overtop. "Or if anything else..." She would turn to Damascus, smirking.
"Why not forget about him for a little bit, and focus on, oh, I don't know... what he finds valuable? Surely he's got something he's fighting for. We just have to find out what it is, and either get rid of it ... Or make him think it's gone. What do you think?" Her face split into a fanged grin.
She would turn back and go about fitting her legs with weapons, next. "Did the Vigil say anything good?"
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Mius entered back into his studio in a burst of golden sparks. Fully clothed now, it seems a good amount of days have passed since the last time he looked in. Alone this time, he went forth and stopped by the floating wall of pages. Smiling to himself, he set to read, occasionally allowing one page to float down at eye-level or within reach.
"Hm... Moving along, I see. Hrm." Faint worry crossed his face. He let go of his pages, and went to drop back into an old, creaky but padded chair. Troubling. This was a little troubling. How can he solve this? His gaze wandered over to a paper-piled writer's desk. His ears lifted. Yes, this will do.
He sat up, and fished among papers to find a blank piece of scroll. He nabs himself a quill and inkwell, pausing only to stare at the two items. "..." His face split into a bucktoothed grin, and he laughs at some unheard joke as he dabs the quill into the inkwell. Page placed down, he hunched over and set to write. His notes would hover closer to him as he writes, and he would occasional lift up his head to double-check facts.
"Hello Sai! Excellent to see you well. At least, I can only assume if you're able to read this.
I would like to let you know, it has now been a few months since your last visit to Silverion. The island is doing well enough, though there was a close run-in with you-know-what. Some islanders even had a glimspe of Him! Actions have been taken, and a bit more time has been bought. It was a close one, regardless. Everyone was shaken, truly!
The islanders all have their immunization shots for planar-hopping, myself included. I can't say much on the front of weapons and other such things though. Is there any messages or things I could do in your stead while you're busy dealing with... whatever it is you're dealing with?
Oh-- And I feel the need to mention. I have obtained regular contact with the being that will, one day, become Him. It involves a bit of plane-hopping and time-crossing, and I dare not intervienne in any dramatic way, that would be terrible. Too short an end to the story, completely anti-climatic! But, I can obtain information from him, should you require any.
He's really quite the pleasant fellow.
-Signed, The White Rabbit
P.S. ... I forgot what I was about to write you, hm.
P.P.S. Oh now I remember. You can write me your reply on the back of this page, if the need should arise!
P.P.P.S. Have you tried sand lately? It's fantastic!"
Nodding in approval, Mius went about to roll up the scroll. He would go over by one of the various candles in the studio; their existance seemed completely for aesthetic's sake. But he approaches one set, and brushes his hand next to one white candle. A marble-sized ball of melted wax lifted up, and with gentle guidance, came in to be pressed against the scroll to act as a seal. Mius doesn't bother with a proper seal-stamp, there's no need of that here.
His letter finished, Mius promptly tossed it over the candles. The letter caught flame, and promptly dissolved into the air.
Mius pushed up his glasses with a quiet smile. Sai should find it soon... Mius would hesitate, then look around the studio, frowning. Why did he come here again?
Oh well, couldn't have been that important. Mius retreats, disappearing in another burst of sparks.
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Sunlight rained down against the Song-Dragon's dull grey scales. He squinted in the sore light, and looked on to the desert landscape. The sun's zenith has passed, and evening was slowly starting to creep in. And with the approaching evening, he and the other three dragons were led outside, a few smaller war-vessels gliding nearby. Soldiers poured out, and climbed onto the vessels. Any moment now, they will set forth.
The dragon-soldier lifted up his head to the sky. How could he warn... As another yellow-tinted dragon approached behind him, he would allow his whip-like tail to snap at the one behind him, inducing a few cuts. The yellow dragon recoiled, and let out a furied, ear-piercing shriek at the Song-dragon. Soldiers poured in to restrain the beast by force.
The Song dragon, meanwhile, simply smirked and walked on. There, that ruckus should be noisy enough, maybe even enough to echo out to those mountains. He winced at the thought. Maybe not that much... He would sigh, and continue with being lead. One can only hope.
He spread out his wings at the command, and crouched. Soldiers climbed over onto his amored back, and others stood out front, signal in hand. The lights went down.
With that, dragons and vessels lifted to the air with a beat of engines and wings. They would turn, and set on to their trajectory. Merely a matter of time now.
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Archy's head jerked up. This was no time to space out! Scowling, he gripped ahold of his bike's handlebars, kicked off from the ground, and set off at full-speed. He was nothing but a blur of grey and lilac-violet from the bike's fins, as he weaved out between hills, cliffs, rockfaces and low-hanging branches of dead trees. He had to think. Getting there is no problem, but convincing an entire town to get out?... That's not his job, that sounds more like the work for a public figure, or some charismatic guy with a booming voice, or ...
Archy made a sudden U turn straight to the camp.
"BEEECK BECK BECK BECK I NEED YOU DUDE!!"[/b]
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Post by Tenyo on Apr 30, 2012 21:01:04 GMT -6
Unlearning things was harder than learning them. Sitting alone with the lights turned down, props strewn all about her from the day's training session, this reality weighed heavily on her mind. She'd been tasked to retrain Arel's magician-soldiers, and by and large it wasn't working. She needed to try something new.
She stood, wandering aimlessly around the room, her eyes wandering through the props hoping for inspiration. What they needed to be able to do, first and foremost and far more than she did, was fight. The army had taught them to fight with guns, and she'd taught them to fight with magic. Though anything could, in theory, become a prop for a magic trick, the two most obvious weapons for a fighting magician were a gun or a sword.
She paused, then hopped across the room, pulling a pair of swords from the sword basket trick. As she continued to ponder how to make this work, she twirled them around herself artfully. Perhaps an emphasis on using swords in their deadly magic tricks would help them broaden their horizons.
The more she plotted it, though, the more it seemed that in order for this to work, their sword-fighting skills would need to be worth almost as much as their magic skills. Clearly, she was not the right person for the job.
Depositing the swords through the box of the Origami trick, she set out to find a friend who was.
Exiting the door of the room brought her to the brightly florescent-lit hallway. Though it shouldn't have, as the facility was enormous and labyrinthine, following the hallway to its end took her outside. Following the street for a few blocks, it opened up to a gigantic slope of a mountain of construction layered upon construction, though Coral Mountain was miles from the base. This, of course, was not Coral Mountain, but that thought never entered Phian's head. She was walking, the details of the route didn't matter. Some five minutes later, concrete and steel gave way to natural, unworked rock, as if the modern buildings were being built to replace a preexisting mountain. She had long since left any semblance of Arel architecture behind when she found the man she was looking for.
"Hey Dimir!" She exclaimed exuberantly as she picked up the pace to bound up behind him, springing up to embrace the tall tiger. "I was wondering if you could do me a favor."
Spying the woman to whom he'd been speaking, Phian dropped to the ground again to swoop around Eliana. "Oh hey!" Continuing in one smooth, graceful motion, she wrapped one arm around her waist, throwing the other around behind her neck to give her a kiss.
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Beck sat by his tent, scrubbing dishes from his dinner when he heard the far-off rumble. He continued in his cleaning. If it had anything to do with him, he'd find out soon enough.
The sound of the bike's engine continued to the middle of the camp, then stopped. He heard some shouting, but couldn't quite make it out from this distance. Someone was certainly excited, or desperate, about something.
A minute later, a young soldier ran up. "Sergeant Vulcan! It's Anarchy!"
Setting his work aside, he looked to the messenger. "No kidding?"
Hesitating just a moment, unsure if the use of humor meant he ought to relax or not, the man continued. "He said he needs you. It sounded like it was very urgent!"
Beck nodded. "He's in a hurry. How 'bout that?" Joking aside, he set the plate and scraper aside, stood, and took off at a run.
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Post by Radical Ace on Apr 30, 2012 21:21:53 GMT -6
Eliana would mutter to herself. "A dramatic entrance, needed the most, classic traits of a--" her voice would trail off as some stranger, a mink-furre at that, seems to recognize Dimitri out of the blue. Staring dumbstruck at the figure's mannerisms, she was fully unprepared for what followed next.
And she found herself locking lips with a total stranger. "MPHMNM!?"
Panicked, the fae-woman stumbled backwards, arms up as she unceremoniously falls over. One hand planted itself over Phian's face, and she pushed her away with a sharp gasp, eyes wide.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?"
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Archy pulled his goggles up, nodding in thanks at the gathered people. He's already drawn in a crowd, and a few have been good help in acting as scouts for him. "Thanks everyone. 'Eeeey kiddo, doing good? That leg seems to be healing up great!" He would give a thumbs up, grinning. He would look up, and perk on seeing Beck approach. His bike was never really turned off, and kept rumbling in the background.
"BECK! Beck I need you man! You have to come with me, ride into the sunset and shit! And by sunset, I mean get to the northern town, stat! Big Eli has us ordering to evacuate the peeps, and I got her banner and everything but I'm gonna need help! You in? Just get on no time to answer C'moooonnn!!" He would set to rev up the engines, and lean up against the bike's handlebars. Patience is not his forte, no, judging by how he's squirming in place, ontop of his bike at that.
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Post by Radical Ace on May 1, 2012 21:46:18 GMT -6
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Mius would once more re-enter his studio in a shower of sparks. He moved quickly, half-jogging through the studio. He passed bookcases, towers of pages, and even went right past his usual perch, next to the wall of papers he had formed. A few notes escape from him to place themselves to the wall, but otherwise, it was left ignored.
He made his way out to a desk, and he unceremoniously shoved everything off in one sweep of his arm. On it, he set down a simple book. Leather-bound, traveler-grade, and with the first page containing Sakura's name to declare ownership. Mius would turn away as soon as the book was dropped, and go about overturning more boxes and cases in his studio.
"Where, where, oh for the love of litterature where-- AHA!" He would pull out from the mess a large, ornate globe on a stand. He looked over the item, and spun the planetary replica to get another good look at it. Approving, he set the globe on the desk, next to the book. He would fish about some more, and produce pale blue cloth, along with a clean page. A quill finds itself in his hand.
He set to write.
"To Dimitri Dawnwalker ---
Write hello.
- Signed, a friend"
Mius would smile, and tucked the paper in the diary, easily noticeable. He took the cloth, and set to wrap the diary book with it. A white ribbon is produced from a pocket, and he ties it all up with the elegance of a proper present. He would take his quill, and tuck it neatly within the tied bow.
Satisfied, he would tuck the item under his arm. With the other, he picked up the globe, and set about changing some dials on the globe's stand. The orb-planet shifted, colors changing and landscape molding to match the new settings. It was as if he were trying to tune into a radio using a geographical globe. A few last adjustments, and he refers to a green page. Hmm.
He nodded in approval. And he would twist around, wielding the globe's stand in his fist as one would a staff, before smashing the entire delicate structure against the corner of his desk.
Shattered pieces took to the air, blue dust flowed out, and the air of magic grew thick. Mius' fae wings would sprout; molten amber in color, and paterned in jagged splits, akin to stained glass. Six wings in all, each shaped as a pointed dragonfly wing, and tucked underneath each other. Fae antennae made their equal appearance; green glowing orbs on the tip of insecti sticks. Gravity seemed to utterly ignore him as he lifted up his package, and gently guided it into the open globe.
Mius would smile.
He would trail his hand over the shattered orb, the dust returning, and the pieces leaping back into place. A flash occurs between the cracks, until the entire orb is sealed once more. Clouds visibly shift on the surface of the ball, mimicking the life below it.
Mius would hover aside, and place the item among his various eccentric knick-knacks. He would turn away, and regain his mortal shell. Fae-traits disappeared, leaving him furrian and gravity-bound, before disappearing in another rain of sparks.
And somewhere out there, a mysterious package was delivered.
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Post by Zarja on May 3, 2012 22:49:49 GMT -6
Dimitri...blinked. "Wha...how...bu...LADY PHIAN?!" He further blanched when Phian just GRABBED Eliana out of the blue and...Dimitri tried to hide his shocked expression behind his book, averting his gaze, "L-lady Phian, th-that's not The Admiral y...you're...," Wait. When did he get a book? Curiouser and curiouser. Items don't normally appear out of this air like that. Puzzled, he slowly opened the cover and...crap. It's in english. "Er...I realize this is probably a bad time...but could anyone read this to me?"
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Sai sat in a great lunch hall, writing in a journal and trying to come up with plans - several tarot cards flipped over before him. Predictions and theories - trying to determine the best path to take. Not satisfied with what he saw, he flipped the cards over, his eyes flashed with use of his arcana, and he flipped them back over, revealing new cards as he pulled on ajoining strings of fate. Some tried to explain that's how "clockworking" operated, but his mind refused to understand that craft. No, he had to work things out the hard way, but he didn't mind. Better him than some half-wit that doesn't know a crystal ball from his-
"MRFLE!" A paper flew out of the air and smacked him in the face. That was the problem with focusing so much on a single event was loosing track of the local strings of fate. He tilted his head as he realized the paper was an envelope - one sealed with wax as in the days of olde. He read the letter and felt his eyes grew wide as he comprehended it's contents. He had to read it several times - it couldn't have been true! Was that not why he had sealed what he did away – to prevent this?! Between Dimitri missing, The Creator on the move, and this new development, it would seem they had a trifecta of headaches. Sai turned the letter over and wrote upon the back as instructed:
To the White Rabbit,
Contact me if you think ANYTHING might change for the worse soon. I’ll prepare for your response.
That’s all the instructions said, really. He assumed the letter would send itself. Thus, he returned his attention to his predictions.
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Damascus smiled a cruel smile, sweeping her into his arms, “I love the way your mind works. Send a spy, keep an eye on him. His weakness would be easily detected. Send someone to infiltrate the rebels, let them erode from the inside, find their weaknesses..."
Damascus scoffed at mention of The Vigil, "Cryptic as always, though I think I may have put some pieces together. Apparently, our new found enemy is from a different world. If this is true, he's definitely going to be very valuable indeed..."
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Post by Tenyo on May 5, 2012 4:17:07 GMT -6
Phian halted for a moment, stunned. She simply stared as her mind processed the reactions of the two around her. She blinked, then put on an embarrassed smile. "Oh, I'm so sorry! The alternate universe thing. I mistook you for someone else who is also you!"
At Dimitri's question, her eyes snapped to him. The awkward situation she'd created as forgotten as the reason she'd come in the first place, she swooped to his side, hovering almost a foot off the ground to peer at the book over his shoulder. "The message is very short: 'To Dimitri Dawnwalker, write hello. Signed, a friend'" She looked to him and shrugs, at a loss for what it might mean.
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Beck listened to Archy's message, then nodded solemnly. "I'll need my armor."
No doubt he wouldn't be happy about that.
Two minutes later, Beck returned wearing his armor, his minigun, and an assortment of smaller weapons. Without another word, he hopped onto the back of the bike. Man and armor together weighed around 800 lbs. Here's hoping the bike was as sturdy as it was fast...
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Post by Zarja on May 7, 2012 0:00:55 GMT -6
Dimitri nodded, "Oh, alright. Thanks!" Had...had he completely forgotten about Phian molesting Eliana? Is anyone really surprised? He searched himself for a pencil and wrote upon the pages:
Hola.
Dimitri nodded, "There...now what?" He glanced over to Phian as if she had any semblence of an idea of what was going - oh yeah, "Wait. Lady Phian, what are you doing here anyway? HOW did you get here for that matter?"
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As Damascus spoke with Isra, above in the air vents crawled a trio of prisoners. Each of them bore the scars of their imprisonment and showed signs of malnutrition. It had been a long shot, but their timing was flawless - and now they're moments away from escaping. They reckognized the voices, though, and waited patiently. They couldn't risk getting captured - not by Damascus and Isra. Not an ounce of weight shifted, it was as if everyone was holding their breath. They must not bring themselves any attention at all. Freedom was just on the other side of this vent system...
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Post by Radical Ace on May 7, 2012 9:31:57 GMT -6
Archy gave a visible cringe when Beck requested not only two minutes to spare, but also to get his armor. "Hrrrnnnghh...!" He lets out a long, frustrated whine as he drops over the handlebars of his bike. Two minutes. TWO MINUTES! They could be crossing the hills by then! He would take the time to anxiously take out his deck of cards, and shuffle repeatedly. His footpaw bounced impatiently against his bike, counting each passing second.
And on seeing Beck re-emerge with the heavy equipment, Archy's ears just droop. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all...
He would put away his cards, pull at levers, switches, and re-adjust his machine, letting it be once more land-bound. Forget flying with Beck, that's an adventure for another day. "Eli's going to kill me..." He muttered. The bike sunk firmly down once Beck climbed on. Forget stealth, too, with the heavy tracks that ensue. "We were going to go stealth but, with you around, that idea's jus' shot dead." Says the one infamous for explosions and enthusiastic shouts.
"Everyone's been cool though? Newcomers well?" Archy would start up casual conversation, all the while he twists against the handlebars. The bike let out a ferocious roar of engines, and the wheels dug deep into the dirt. With a screech, it manages to get enough traction to actually move forward, Beck-weight or not. But the bike moved slow, a lot slower than Archy would like, and it's visible with the scowl on his face. He pushes against the engines' power, and they began to gain speed...
"Still not enough." He muttered. He kicks out a switch, and the wings burst out from the sides once more. A low hum builds, and points of the wing start to glow.
"Hold on to your shit!" Archy cackled.
With a sudden burst of white fire, the wings' rocket-engines kick into gear. Usually used for flight, well, Archy's using everything he can to get the two moving. And it seems to be working, for the rest of the world starts to become a passing blur. Goggles pulled down over Archy's eyes, he'll need all the concentration he can get to keep the two from crashing or spinning out.
"Right! Where were we!?" He calls out over the wind.
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Eliana sputtered.
She sat up, eyes wide, hands on the ground. "Can someone explain to me WHAT is going on!? Who's she!?" She points to Phian. "What are you even reading? Actually-- How DID you get here?" She echoed Dimitri's declaration, before adding, "Other me? What are you even... Alright, look." She would take in a deep breath, and press her fingers against her forehead. Both antenna's tips had briefly seemingly caught fire, but she takes a moment to try and collect herself. "...Let's start slowly. You two seem to know each other, that much is obvious."
She would move to stand, dust herself off, and look the two up and down. Phian especially. "...And you seem to be magical. Are you fae?"
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A boom echoed out from the mountains. The song dragon lifted up his head in alarm, looking out from the desert. He heard it. Maybe the others didn't... His ears swiveled back, and he twisted his head around to look alarmed in the opposing direction. Maybe the others will be mislead...
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Sakura stumbled out of bed. Covers were pulled with her, eventually freed from her zombified lumbering. She would sit on the floor while sorting through her clothes for anything clean. Another day. Another day of routine. Work. Waiting. She covered a yawn, sighed, and gathered the courage for the day. She's done this plenty of times before now, just get in the routine.
Get up. Get dressed. Get food. Check house for invaders. Check island for fire. Feed cat, otter, bird, alien, cross-dimentional dog if he passes by, penguin. Get to airship, read to-do-list. Take journal, check for updates--
There's an update. Sakura's eyes widened, and she snaps out of her mechanical routine. "Wh...? Dimitri wrote back! She tosses up her fists in the air in victory, cackling. "YES!"
She sprinted down to the lower deck, and grabbed herself a pen. She sat down, ready to write back... when it dawns on her. It's in spanish. Of course. She facepalms.
Did not think that through.
But, ever resourceful, she sets two fingers to her forehead.
~Koishe! Dimitri wrote back!~
Koishe's telepathy was faint, but replied back. ~What? Excellent news! What did he say?~
~Just hello, but this means a connection's been made! AND HE'S ALIVE!~ Sakura cackled.
~Good, the Doctor will be pleased then. Did you write back yet?~
~See, uh, that's the thing ... He only reads and writes in spanish, remember?~
~Hrm.~
~So... Can you translate for me? Got any books nearby? You're mister-language-guy right?~
~... Sakura, I am elbow-deep in violent archeology. I have no time at the moment to--~ His mind pauses for a few seconds. Sakura merely waits, well used to the distracted telepathy. ~... To be your translator, or to look things up. You will have to do it yourself. Now if you would excuse me, I have some thieves to terrify. One of them just had the galls to wave a rusted sword at me.~
~Don't get lockjaw!~
~Please. If anyone is going to have jaw mishaps...~
Sakura slumped back with a low chuckle. Azdun's got him working again, evidently. She frowned at her journal. Spanish, huh. Well, time to get experimental. Gathering her things, Sakura made her way off-ship, and to the island's library at a sprint. On arriving, she set about taking any books that seemed remotely able to teach basic Spanish. She drops the pile down, grabs a seat, and set about on the arduous task of crash-course-translation. Meanwhile, words would start to appear back on Dimitri's journal. The writing was clumsy, and a bit tricky to read. The broken Spanish didn't help, either...
"Dimitri! Esta Sakura!
Esta diaro puede escribe entre dos entre Furrae y tu. Soy malo en espanol. You know what, fuck it, ask someone to read this. We'll translate on our side too, keep writing in spanish. Dimitri, this is Sakura, this journal can send replies to other journals like it. We've been trying to reach you for a while now, Sai has been hard to get ahold of. We're more or less prepared. Are you okay? We would get you ourselves, but we also need to kill your world's tyrant because I made a stupid deal with a devil to save Tiran. Long story. We miss you a lot, reply when you can."
Sakura sat back, anxiously holding the journal. The reply probably won't be for a few days. Ears drooped back at that, but ... at least, at least he's alive. And least things are moving now. She smiled to herself. Today wasn't going to be so predictable after all...
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Mius let out a scream. He knelt in the center of his studio; the place was as close as 'neat' could be. Probably the neatest it's been in a long, long time. Not that he remembers, no. Not that he would pay attention, for he was busy gripping his own head in maddening frustration. Doubled over and looking frantic, blank pages were laid out around him.
"No, no, NO! It's not right! It isn't-- It isn't PERFECT!" He snarled, and swiped away the pages. He shoved himself up to his feet, and set to pace. His already wild hair seemed even more unkempt, his eyes wide, tired and crazed. He paced, taking in the sight of his books, his tucked pages, his inks and quills and paints and cloths and tools and props and masks and songs and thoughts and concepts and notes--
He let out another shriek of frustration, and turned away from it all to pace off the studio's visible floor. He walked straight off the ledge, and into the darkness. He remained perfectly well lit, from some unseen source while he walked into pure abyss, his studio a distant dot in the space-landscape. "My life's work, everything set in place, and I end up with writer's block?! ME! I finally have an audience, everything in my hands, EVERYTHING, and I can't even muster the first page!? What is WRONG with me? Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wr--"
A page slaps him in the face. He stumbled back, and paused, distracted from his own madness. Oh! His ears perked. He would take the page off of his face with a polite, pleased smile, and set to read. "Hmmm..."
He would give a soft laugh, and summon a quill to his hand. He doesn't even seem to notice that he seems to be walking down unseen stairs ... and ends up back in his studio, ignoring the fact he had walked off in the opposite direction. He turned the page over, and set to write.
"You're going to need to be a bit more specific, my favorite puppeteer." A smiley is sketched nearby.
"Of course things will get worse! It's exciting. Some things will also get better. But just what will get worse or better? Well, spoilers. Focus on what needs to be done, hmm? I can tell you that, as far as I'm concerned, everything is going according to plan. Nearly."
Mius looks up from his letter to scowl at his neat studio. He went back to write.
"But as far as you're concerned, everything is going as expected for you and other similar people. Probably. I'm curious; any expected time estimations of when the Furrae cross-over will happen? Or, do you think it even necessary? Oh, you don't need to answer either, I like surprises. I could do with a few, lately..."
"You're a delight to observe, by the way. Thank you for this brief interruption!"
Mius signed the page with his usual title, and sent the paper off. He smiles to himself, and even let out a delighted chuckle. His distraction gone, he turned his attention back to the studio in question. The smile fades, and his rabbit ears droop down to his shoulders. Right, he remembers what he was doing now. Or trying to do.
Defeated, Mius went to slump into his chair, and stare at the stack of blank pages set on a desk nearby.
"My life's work, and not a word to say..."
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Isra's ear flicked. She would adjust the scouter over her ear, and let her eyes flick up. Just a quick movement, barely noticeable. She would smile to Damascus, and approach him to place a kiss to his cheek. "... Go busy yourself with finding out more about your doppelganger then, m'lord. I have some work to catch up on." She would trail one long claw against his chin, before pushing herself away from him. She would walk out of the room with a confident stride.
Once outside, she would tap on her comm. "Director? Map of the ship's ventilation system, please." A map flashed up over the small screen by her eye. She smirked. Another tap, and tracers bleeped on the map. Silent, she would keep aside and simply wait for the prisoners to move. She wasn't going to call them out just yet, oh no.
Let's see where the rat hole ends...
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Post by Tenyo on May 8, 2012 0:56:03 GMT -6
Phian watched Dimitri write, apparently not noticing the language discrepancy. At the question "Now what?" she simply looked to him, and shrugged.
The cascade of questions that followed took her a minute to sort through and process, mostly figuring out for herself just why they'd need to ask. When it hit her, she blinked, and her face lit up with understanding.
"Oh! Right, right. I came to ask for your help teaching some people how to swordfight, but this is way more important. I walked," she stated with complete frankness, as if it explained anything. Without pausing in any significant way, she turned her attention to Eliana. "I am the last person you want to ask what's going on. Hi! I'm Phian. Nice to meet you!" She drifted back over to her, and extended a hand to shake. "I read that book he's holding. It says what I said it says. I walked. There is another you in another world which Dimitri and I are from to whom I am engaged. Yes, we do know each other! Though I wish he wouldn't call me 'lady', it doesn't exactly fit. 'Miss' maybe? I am magical, but that doesn't apply in the way you'd think. In fact, you might as well ignore that completely as it doesn't explain anything you're likely to see me do. I'm either a fae or something enough like one to be considered one for most practical purposes." She maintained a pleasant smile through it all. Apparently, she'd been able to keep track of everything said long enough to respond to it except "Let's start slowly."
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Beck only chuckled bemusedly at the accusation. "Stealth is rarely a real option for me, but don't pretend this is my fault."
Once Archy got it up to speed, he clung to the bike hard and locked the gloves of the suit to keep himself secured. He eyed the machine warily, unsure if he should trust it not to fall completely apart under the circumstances. He bellowed back over the force of the wind. "We were... We were going to evacuate a town."
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Post by Zarja on May 10, 2012 23:48:13 GMT -6
Dimitri scratched his head as he looked at Phian, trying to find the right words, "Your Grace, Miss Phian isn't fae, she's...well...Phian. As far as I know she just kind of...is. When I first met her she was refered to as White Radio and there are several other Radios out there, so I guess that's her species?" He hunted for the proper words, "As for magic, I'm not even sure she knows just how magical she is - most of what she does seems like an accident - she's really good about rolling with the punches." He turned back to Eliana, holding his chin in thought, "But recall that I said you looked incredibly similar to someone I knew back home in the same breath that you mistook me for Damascus? Phian must have made the same mistake as I did originally and mistook you for The Admiral."
He looked back his book, "As for this, I'm not entirely...!" His eyes opened wide, "It's the Admiral! Look, I can communicate with everyone back home! That writing under mine wasn't there before! However she...doesn't know my language. Sir Koishe must be busy. I can't read most of it - it might be best to have someone to interpret things for me...here, look." He offered the book to Eliana, open to the page.
He turned back to Phian, nodded, "Here's the deal. I'm not leaving here until I defeat Damascus. Once that's done, I will assist with instruction of swordfighting. I would like to go see my family and the islanders first, but that is my agreement with you."
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Sai scoffed as the letter was returned, "Ha. 'A delight to observe,'. Of course that rabbit is watching me. If it weren't for that private dimension of his I'd be watching him, too..." He stared at the food before. It's gotten cold. Again. He sighed, picking it back up and stalking over to the nearest microwave, "Something's not adding up, I'm forgetting something..."
He glanced at the pocketwatch that was gifted to him by one of his apprentices, giving it hard consideration. Djinntaro was always difficult to track down - always hopping through time AND space rather than just space. The fox was even more unreliable than he was...Sai hit his head against the desk.
Yes, he finally admitted it to himself. He's unreliable. His knuckles turned white as he made a fist before slamming it on the table. That would have to change. He was the Master of Fate. Surely he could just MAKE himself more reliable...right?
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Damascus left the room, but not before staring at Isra's ass on the way out. I hate to see you go, but oooh to watch you leave~. He raised an eyebrow and proceeded out a different door, off to fetch one of his spies to send in search of the rebels.
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Over head, the group waited for what felt like an eternity after Damascus left. They sighed one by one and relaxed. The silver fox in the lead of the group motioned everyone to move and so they began their slow, careful crawl through the ducts to freedom.
The silver fox had caught a whiff, his eyes dialated. Fresh air. That was fresh air! They're almost through. He started moving quicker, excited about this new development. Just a little further...
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Post by Radical Ace on May 13, 2012 18:51:45 GMT -6
Eliana would shake Phian's hand, but just ... stare. She would turn her gaze to Dimitri, trusting his judgement more. "...Ah, ha." She would frown. "Again with this Admiral. I really must insist, I highly doubt anyone would be like me in any other realm. I'm aware most beings have a copy or a version of themselves in other planescapes, but I really do insist, there isn't such a thing with the Fae."
She would pick up the book, and look it over with a studious frown. "...Terrible handwriting." She would recite the text, avoiding a few choice sentences. "..."We'll translate on our side too, keep writing in spanish. Dimitri, this is Sakura, this journal can send replies to other journals like it. We've been trying to reach you for a while now, Sai has been hard to get ahold of. We're more or less prepared. Are you okay? We would get you ourselves, but we also need to kill your world's tyrant because I made a stupid deal with a devil to save Tiran. Long story. We miss you a lot, reply when you can."
Eliana would look back up. "... So this is the Admiral I keep hearing about." She would offer the book back. "Seems you're not as mad as we all make you out to be." She would glance between Phian and Dimitri, and give a firm nod. "In whichever case, it seems that defeating Damascus is becoming a prime objective. Not just for our world, but for yours as well, and this Admiral, strange reasons aside. Deals with devils... She is not very bright." She frowns.
[Will post in reply to others when inspiration strikes!]
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Post by Zarja on May 13, 2012 21:51:49 GMT -6
Dimitri shrugged, "She does what she thinks she has to. Aside, her mother is a devil...at least, I think succubi are devils. She's one of the few that I haven't been tempted to kill. I know Lady Kichuna is a demon that I've tried to kill...three times I think? The Admiral and The Doctor both seem to like her around, though, and convinced me to stay my sword." He accepted the book back and started to write in it once more:
Es bueno saber de usted, el almirante. Estoy asumiendo que usted va a explicar la situación de Tirán a su llegada, pero es bueno saber que compartimos el mismo objetivo. Phian ha llegado, por lo que ahora siento que no se siente solo. Ella quiere que yo entrenar a algunas personas en el camino de la espada, pero ella dijo que podía esperar hasta después de esto. Espero con interés escuchar de usted una vez más. -Dimitri
He nodded to himself, pleased with his writing. "Forgive me for saying so...but I can't help but feel fired up. The assistance I've been promising seems like it will be here and soon." He smiled, "I'm going to have to train even harder now. Maybe I could race Master Anarchy upon his return..."
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Post by Radical Ace on May 14, 2012 21:26:20 GMT -6
Isra would be standing out on the pavilon, just in the shadows as she watched the prisonners make their escape. She would wait for them to come out, and she slowly levelled a small gun. Sighters locked on the grey wolf, she pulled the trigger.
Silent as the night itself, barely a whistle went off in the air as a small clip launched to the air. Tiny claws openned up, and the Bug would latch into the furre's fur, soon to burrow in deep. Isra would pull her gun back, smiling, and simply let them on their way.
A nearby soldier stood further back in the room, watching anxiously. "...Aren't you going to kill them?"
"No."
She turned away, and walked down. "Prepare my belongings for travel, and keep me on call. So it's the rebels we need to find? Well... We just found our scouts."
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"Right!" Archy called out over the wind. "Evacuation of the citizens and other peeps! Keep an eye out for anything suspicious, a'rright!?" The bike roared over the cliffs and hills, swerving to overturn rocks in its wake. The hills were starting to become more and more sparse, and occasional glimspes of the open desert became visible out in the distance.
Archy would scowl; even with the full speed underway, Beck's weight was putting a strain on the system. He could only hope that the engines' fuel would hold out. He did still hold a few extra batteries with himself, but recharging was always a pain to do. "C'mooonnn..."
On reaching over a cliff, the sight of a large, white-brick town come visible in the distance. The buildings were stacked and square, layered over one another like a white lego-hive. People mingled among themselves, most clinging to the cool shadows, or covered in thin scarves to protect against the sun. The town, all in all, was peaceful.
Until Anarchy's bike roared right into the main town square, anyways.
"YEEEEE-HOOOOOOO!!" VRAOOMM. The jets come to a stop, and the bike calms into a placid rumble within minutes, once he's brought to an abrupt stop. Hopefully, not too abrupt, considering his passenger...
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More text appeared in Dimitri's journal.
"Dear Dimitri-- good to hear from you. Say Hi to Phian for me. Do you need anything from our world to help you on your quest? No sign of Sai as of yet. Any current problems that need to be solved? I can try to give ideas, if needed. Take care, try not to die. - Sakura"
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Post by Zarja on May 17, 2012 17:41:52 GMT -6
Damascus nodded to her as he walked down a separate hallway. Maybe I should look over all those reports again, analyze his fighting style and speed. His speed seemed to be his strength-, he gripped his head, growling, "She's right, I do need to get that tiger out of my head. He's driving me crazy..."
He clicked on his scouter, connecting to Isra. "So I decided what I want to do with the Prison Keeper. I'm going to put out a reward for his head - allowing prisoners to escape is inexcusable. First person to find and kill him gets promoted. Anyone who doesn't try to kill him will be stalked by the two of us. Want to make a wager to see how long he lasts?" He paused for a moment before speaking again, "And how bloody were the prisoners by the way? I almost miss seeing the juicy ones leave enough blood behind to fill a pool."
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The wolf didn't even notice to extra sting. The wind had just picked up and threw a bunch of stones. After looking in all directions, he motioned to his compatriots and lept out. 5...4...3...2... The last one in the line - a mousy mage - finally cast his spell. An invisibility spell that should last long enough for them to get out of visual range. Combine that with a feather fall and haste spell, and the group hit the ground running. They were free - probably the first in the history of the Duskstalker Empire!
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