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Post by ELIZABETA MAJER on Dec 2, 2014 21:28:41 GMT -8
The darkness had passed away from her eyes and Elizabeta took a sharp inhale, her chest heaving upwards with the effort. Tears were in her eyes, her hand was over her chest and clutching at a letter that had been given to her. She took a couple of moments to gain her bearings, before rolling onto her side and eventually to her feet.
The fuku that she was garbed in was entirely different from the one that she died in. A change of colours, style, and even a mask over her face. Her signet ring was gone, replaced with a transformation pen, her trademark long hair was cut shorter, and she just felt entirely different. She couldn't even explain the feelings.
She frowned and got up off the slab that she had woken up on, and when she gained her bearings, she sat down beside the slab and crossed her legs. She opened the letter, and skimmed the contents, before finally opening her dimensional pocket and shoving it in. She could pay attention to the finer details of it later. For now, she needed to find out how to get out of here.
She got back to her feet now that she felt a bit more strength and gazed around at the other figures, some frozen, some slightly stirring, but none were truly of note. All of them seemed to belong here, and seemed to be sleeping. She hardened her jawline and looked around at the paths to go, hoping desperately to find a way. To the rim, or to the stage?
She took a breath and started to head to the stage. She wasn't sure if she was ready to see the rim just yet. The infinite sprawl of the universe was above her, she didn't want to see it around the sides as well. |
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Post by SVEN KRISTENSEN on Dec 3, 2014 10:42:28 GMT -8
| The place was strange; the land was surreal, the absence of any noise left the ears to ring in anticipation of sound. It was a place without ration or reason; a place where reality was only an echo of itself that dangled overhead.Although, it wasn't long before the silence was disturbed. An eerie rhythm clacked in the distance.Krink. Krink. Krink. Krink. KRINK. KRINK. The strange sound, like daggers being stabbed into the almost-porcelain floor beneath her. Grunting and groaning came from under the bowl, echoing as it rolled over the lip.Terrible growling resounded through the air as one hooked appendage after another crawled over the edge. The snarling beast, lifted itself over the edge, primed to surface after stalking its prey.His face was rather perplexed, as he'd finally climbed his way up to what seemed to be some field of statues. He hadn't the slightest clue where he was, but after his fall -- anything might have happened. After scanning the ledge in front of him, he figured it was safe enough to prop his elbows against the ledge.
With his slight gain in elevation, his eyes caught sight of a girl that looked just as lost. She roughly his age, as far as he could tell; perhaps she'd know a thing or two about this strange place. He smiled brightly, and gently introduced himself."AAAAAYOOOOOOO...!!"
"M.C. SVIZZLE BUSSIN' UP'N THIS HOOD,
Y'ALL CAN BLEED ME OUT;
BUT IT AIN'T FO GOOD,
JUMPIN OUTA' MA' GRAVE,
LIKE A HUSSLIN' CAT,
I GOT NINE LIVES, WIGGA;
CUZ I PLAY LIKE 'DAT.
CHYEH,"
"Mm, Gurl; We in bad bish city, now.
Gotta booty so tight, make me thinking' how;
She look on the floor when she make that thang pop,
Make ma' knees go weak; Wigga, I'ma' bout'a drop."The lad awkwardly coughed in his sleeve, before offering his hand to her."... but no, seriously; I'm actually going to fall if you don't help me up."
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Post by ELIZABETA MAJER on Dec 3, 2014 11:55:01 GMT -8
She had heard stories about a man like this, from the Knight of the Sun. He used to be one of her soldiers in the military, and friends with a man that looked very similar to this one... And acted similar. A small smile crept across her lips as she walked back towards Sven, and with a mighty heave and both of her hands, she pulled him upwards to a point where he could use his torso and legs to get him the rest of the way. She stumbled a bit backwards and kneeled down to his level, despite the short skirt of her fuku.
"If it were that desperate, you could have just told me upfront." Elizabeta replied with a semi-serious tone. She looked around and then back down at the silly man.
"How did that happen anyway? Are you okay?" She asked.
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 3, 2014 19:07:13 GMT -8
[[Setting]]
Behind Sven the desert sands swooped forward again reclaiming the passageway he climbed in. ... Even cosmos and chaos were confused on how A) he went through solid sand and B) failed to read the intro that says he's supposed to wake up on one of the stair/seats that the bowl supports...
... Apparently Chaos has a sick, sick sense of humor....?
...Either way the desert now surrounds the bowl once more....
((....))
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Post by SVEN KRISTENSEN on Dec 4, 2014 10:04:43 GMT -8
| The boy stared at her, wondering what she could have possibly meant by, 'how he got there.' Clearly he had just climbed his way up here. He began swivelling about, insisting,"What? How did what happen? I just climbed up the cliff and over the,"This was about when he turned around, noticing that he had quite literally just come up out of the ground, somehow."... uh, the floor?"His eyebrows furrowed in dumbfound frustration. He couldn't have been imagining things. There were some things about science he DID know; and this wasn't it."I swear I was climbing -- I'd just spent what felt like a week, wandering the sands. That's when the land started turning under me, and I had to climb the rest of the way."
He turned back to her, alarm on his face. He stared into her eyes and questioned,
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Post by Faris Ikenna on Dec 4, 2014 16:16:46 GMT -8
It was a moment. A breath. Inhale. Exhale. And he sat up- bolt upright- on the slab. He reached out for something.. painfully obviously not there. A letter, a carefully into the shape of a domino mask clenched in one hand, unread for he didn't take the time to read it. He just shoved it into a pants pocket. He slid his legs over the side of the slab and looked around. Two figures also upright. Check.
A lot of bodies? Check.
... Had he finally obtained hell? He raised a hand to touch his face and met.. a mask. Obsidian then. He was eternally damned to not be whole, but shattered into pieces that must be contained. It was, by far, no way to see, or meet with others.
... So why did his feet turn in their direction? Why did he drift toward them like a shadow to hover, not hiding (ducking down behind bodies...) but not.. approaching to closely... Until he saw her face. The Fuku... The golden strands of her hair...
Was this hell or Heaven that he found himself in?
"Sailor Moon..?"
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Post by ELIZABETA MAJER on Dec 4, 2014 16:51:32 GMT -8
Elizabeta chuckled a little at Sven's confusion. It was all in good humour, naturally. "I don't know, but we seem to have fallen down a rabbit hole." She commented. It was an ancient saying that she particularly liked; akin to the quotes of Aristotle in their time. She looked around, and then pointed down to the stage she had been about to walk to.
"I suggest that we stick close together and walk in that direction, however. I doubt anyone is going to come and find us. We're on our own." She sounded a bit too excited by that prospect. Adventure was a nice benefit of having to save the world, far more beneficial than being locked away in a tower for her own safety... Or a bunker, or the like. She extended her hand.
"You can call me-"
Her phrasing was cut short by the name that Saturn granted her. She paused with her hand extended. It was a smooth, melodious voice that she felt she should recognize, but she truly couldn't. She turned to the newcomer and peered at him behind her mask. He was far from the innocent and unknowing image that this other boy was displaying.
"You seem more well informed than the rest of us then, for I cannot recall your name. Greetings." She replied with an incline of her head. She didn't ask either of their names back, for some reason... Probably due to her own apprehension that her own name was known.
"We were just about to go scouting about. Do you know where we are? Come with us, there's more safety in numbers."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2014 16:05:01 GMT -8
0xJ2CwQI1-61-6 - Performing Arts (Singing) -7 Bonus, Target 8
He appeared in the midst of a surge of black smoke. His mask was brilliant silver. He was singing a mournful tune into the wind. He was truly projecting, showing a skill of a master of his art, singing to fill the air with his voice, to entrance, and to gain attention to himself. His eyes were on Sailor Moon. He immediately snapped to a judgement. Blonde Hair. Determined look to her features. She is Moon, or Venus. Unless she can perceive the meaning of the song, even if it is Esmeralde, she must die. I will not have fools in my faction.
He was walking from the entranceway to the Nemesis, making his intentions clear. His eyes were inscrutable behind a silver mask. "So say good night to this, the final setting of the sun, tomorrow dawns in darkness, her night time has begun!~" He kept his stance loose, relaxed. Nanashi had not concerns. He would win, or he would die. Either way, he served his Mistress. Eternal Glory to Chaos.
"Dubious Source Material, but a fine composition." He smiled behind his mask, reaching bars of a different song. "For the king for the land for the mountains
for the green valleys where dragons fly
for the glory the power to win the black lord
I will search for the emerald sword!"
He paused a moment again, looking at them all, before canting his head to the side. "I know more. After all..."
"Ik bun Vulgaris Magistralis
En ik ri-j op een mammoet in het rond
Ik kok mien potjen op een werkende vulkaan
Een dinosauris nuum ik een halve haan
Wodan en Donar bunt achterneef'n van mien
Moar die heb ik al eeuwen niet gezien!~"
He bowed with a flourish, and extended a hand. "Greetings! Do you have a moment to listen to the word of our Lady and Savior, Chaos?"1-6·1-6
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Post by Faris Ikenna on Dec 5, 2014 19:23:24 GMT -8
Faris was in love. Damn she was so cool!
No no. Play it easy there tiger...
"My name is... Obsidian. I am the knight of......singing?" He turned his attention toward the middle just you know, probably what was wanted one some guy just busts out of nowhere bursting into a hauntingly sad song that-- probably would of been more cool except... he had not a flippin' clue why he was singing it. And he was interrupting one sweet chance to get in good with Sailor Moon. I mean. Seriously. How often does one get the opportunity to start off on a good foot for once?!
...Distracted. So F'en' distracted it was probably miserable and sad. Instead of losing his henshin to declare himself Sailor Moon's most devoted Servant... he found himself dropping back and folding his hands underneath his cloak. And then the guy had a mask! JUST LIKE HIM.. well not just.. but.. still..
Shit.. So much for playing off the good guy me cover...
Obsidian was now a little more than annoyed, but having lived other lives, knew better then to drop his knees, ignore the other masked guy and beg Moon for attention...
... Pity.
... He almost got her.
Damn Fate.
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Post by SVEN KRISTENSEN on Dec 5, 2014 23:20:22 GMT -8
| Sven had his back turned before he heard some sort of creepy singing. He didn't like it. Not because it was sung poorly, but because he didn't like the genre at all. It was weird, and foreign and boring. His eyes darted around, glancing over to the guy whom had said a grand total of two words. Eventually, the boy found himself forced to listen to whatever 'song' was being sung to him. He looked back to see who it was, not that it helped him at all. It was some weird lookin' dude in a weird looking' mask, standing in a weird lookin' place -- and he was -- lookin' weird.He wasn't sure about how literally everything about a person could be unsettling, but that guy had somehow managed to pull it off. He couldn't think of any other way to express his discomfort, so he cupped his hands around his mouth and bellowed,"BOOoooooo..!"
"Nobody wants to join your cult..!"
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Post by ELIZABETA MAJER on Dec 6, 2014 0:41:21 GMT -8
Elizabeta would've paid more attention to the newest addition to their crew, were it not for the glaring distraction that showed up in its wake. Her eyes slid behind her mask to look at the minstrel, and immediately the hairs on the back of her neck stood up on edge. She already had her suspicions about him due to how he waltzed up and started to give them a show. Her suspicions were confirmed the minute that he asked if they would like to have some information about Chaos. She could barely believe the brazen behaviour. Back in her day, Chaos Agents were actually subtle. She raised an eyebrow and looked backwards at Sven, who was already booing him.
She smiled a little, and placed her hands behind her back. She then looked at Sven, and then at Faris, and tilted her head.
"Do you two remember when I said there was protection in numbers?" She pointed at the curious singer with a lazy finger. "This was what I meant. Protection from this."
She didn't even state what 'this' was. She just simply stated 'this'. For Faris, it probably meant his severe amount of cockblock. For Sven, it was probably his singing. For Elizabeta, it was the mention of Chaos.
And her statement was an open invitation to do whatever was necessary to protect the group.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2014 9:14:52 GMT -8
The man quirked an eyebrow. "Who in the name of my Arthurian bloodline is 'Katy Perry'? If you have lyrics, and can give it a shot, but I do not do acapella without knowing the song." He chuckled. "Oh, you seem to think I am able to be stopped by just numbers. After all, I engineered the downfall of Tokyo, and I was able to conduct the downfall of many souls. But I am not here to hurt anyone if they are willing to listen. But, I have a feeling you lot are Cosmos aligned, even that poser who is wearing a mask like mine~" He grumbled behind that, despite the friendliness of his words. "Ah well, it worked for the Jehovah Witnesses." He gave an exaggerated shrug, before he cleared his throat.
"Forged in a fire lit long ago, stand next to me,
you’ll never stand alone.
I’m last to leave, but the first to go,
Lord, make me dead before you make me old.
I feed on the fear of the devil inside of the
enemy faces in my sights:
aim with the hand, shoot with the mind,
kill with a heart like arctic ice."
mooK8A|21-12 - Perform (Singing) -7 Bonus TN 8
1-12 - Mind Check TN 8
(Demoralizing Hymn, targeting all three. Nanashi spends 20 EP. All three lose ACV = Successes on my Mind Check/3)1-12·1-12
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Post by Chaos on Dec 9, 2014 0:00:55 GMT -8
The response was a fast one. Silence descended on the bowl and a dark shadow moved out from the edge of the mirror. She had long black hair, loose and flowing.. A long purple dress and her eyes? Her eyes were like swirls of dark nights with only the barest hint of stars swirling in the deep darkness of space. Something about the bowl reacted to her and the stars in the seats swirled and formed clusters, especially under places where bodies still slept.
"Nanashi Nanashi..." She sing-songed her voice, counter pitch to his and ruining the effect of his singing, but also bolstering his energy back up so it was as if he lost nothing. She moved up the stairs, and where she walked, her fingers touched those sleeping... some of them shifted uneasily in their sleep.. and others reached after her, even in ...death? sleep? to try to stay near her longer. Chaos, after all, was an addictive creature.
She slid her arms around Nanashi's shoulders and leaned into him. While she had seemed small from a distance she now towered over him easily by a foot or more... In fact, she seemed kind of shimmery and hazy as if partially real and partly an illusion. Her touch was scalding heat on veins and armor. Though no damage was done.. just that sense of heat.
"This is neutral ground... my pet... We have agreed to Cosmos and her children that they can awaken here in safety and gather... War here would ruin some of our collegues and upset the wager..." She let her gaze slither over Sven, Faris and Moon before looking back to Nanashi. "We had not intended you to come risk yourself so soon, our King." She slid her tongue on the edge of his jawline, her eyes on Moon. "We had not intended for you to put yourself at risk when our chosen Queen had yet to arise from her slumber. See?"
She motioned toward one of the covered bodies and briefly lifted the veil... Beryl, or at least, someone who looked damn near like her, lay beneath. "A promise well kept... Chaos," She let her eyes fall to Faris then Sven.. then back to Moon. "Keeps her promises..."
She smiled and slithered off Nanashi's body, moving back toward the mirrors. "You can stay to talk to them, Nanashi-chan, but do not break my toys." Her sing song voice changed to something much harder, more dark and definately more threatening like nails on a chalkboard. "I must keep my Promises to all my children after all."
She reached the mirror and jumped so she lay across it with both arms and legs dangling as she sighed dramatically. "If they were all awakened this wouldn't be such a pain... but a deal is a deal."
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Post by VIENNA RENALT on Dec 9, 2014 2:03:26 GMT -8
Vienna was slow to wake, breath shallow as she lay crumpled on something cold and solid. Eyelids twitch for several seconds before fluttering open, dark emerald hues straining to focus. "Ngh.." With a grunt, the sandy haired girl pushed herself upright and glanced around. Strange benches with statuesque silhouettes that seemed to almost be breathing were stationed around her. Bringing a gloved hand up to cradle her forehead, she stops short.
"Th' hell..?" she mutters, staring blankly at a rather satiny looking white glove encasing her palm. Slowly her gaze dropped, peering down at herself. She was tucked into a white strapless one piece, waist circled in some sort of frilly tutu thing that was far too short for her comfort, and a large completely ridiculous bow gracing her modest bossom. "Oh HELL NO. I MUST BE HAVING A NIGHTMARE." she bellowed, her other hand clenching into a fist. A crinkling sound reached her ears as she realized there was something in her fingers.
Some sort of note, which was now crunched in her devastating grip. Vinny glowered at the thing with irritation as if it was the small paper's fault entirely that she was dressed like some sort of sailor princess. The girl took in a heavy breath through her nose, catching the scent of roses in the air. Gritting her teeth, Vienna stood suddenly. Her eyes settled on the glittering symbols that seemed to light pathways leading to different locations, like emergency lights on a jet plane leading you to the exit.
She took a step, the heel of her foot scraping across an abnormality in what seemed a completely smooth surface. With a snort she lowered her gaze, hard eyes falling on a lovely little rose. The stem was caught under her foot and mildly damaged. She crouched to pick the thing up, cradling it in her palm. The sight of the flower brought a flood of memories to her and she made a choked sound, slumping a bit. "What the f..fuck is this place anyway.." she hissed, slowly smoothing out the note, hoping that it'd give her some sort of clue as to why she was in a place such as this. And dressed in something so.. frilly.
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Post by ELIZABETA MAJER on Dec 9, 2014 9:33:17 GMT -8
Her body had frozen. She had looked into the eyes of her greatest enemy for the first time. All that could be processed through her mind was her face. This was the face of the death of her father, the destruction of her country, the corruption of Mamoru's daughter, the reason that she was even a queen in her world in the first place. She had sometimes fancied the idea of what it must be like to work for Chaos, when she had been trying to strategize against their attacks. But now she was absolutely certain; she could never work for something like this. She could never envision working for something like this.
Nanashi's song had just weirded her out but it was Chaos' presence that had stilled her blood. She glanced about, her fists in little balls, trying to decide in a split second what to do. But then, she paused, and turned to Chaos herself.
It was like looking at madness itself for her. An allure that she could likely resist; after all, she knew what her purpose for speaking to her was. It was a bit of an odd purpose, but she was a queen, and skilled with playing in these little diplomatic games. She placed her hands in front of her torso, looked Chaos as much in the eye as she possibly could, and bowed.
"Thank you for your assistance."
The most mad thing that she could say, considering the circumstances. She could have interrogated her on her actions, she could have asked her why she had to cause so much misery, but no. She said thank you for the pause that she had been given. More likely than not, she was getting fearful and confused looks from her companions. But she didn't care much about that. Now, she only had a mind to leave.
If they left, he would follow. If he made a scene like he would leave, he would likely follow as well. It was smart to follow them around. She blinked.
But if this was some form of sanctuary...
Others would be here as well. Her and the two Knights had been here. She was feeling an odd sense of unity with Faris; she realized that maybe this man had been awakened in her time. She didn't actually recall his face from the council they had held, but granted, she didn't recognize the other boy either. She'd have to take what allies she could get, and Nanashi had clearly claimed himself not to be her ally.
So let him follow. What could he do, anyway?
"There are likely others like us, and clearly we cannot do anything to oppose this man's actions, but neither can he oppose ours." She beckoned the two of them. "If you would follow, I might have a plan. If either of you have questions, I might be able to answer them."
She scanned the horizon and pointed towards Sven's senshi, stirring in the distance. "However, we've another person to help, who's probably as confused as we are. Safety in numbers." That seemed to be Liz's mantra now, as she started to walk away... with or without Faris, Sven and Nanashi.
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