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Well, I'm shooting to have about six people (counting myself) in on this little RP that I'm hoping to start up. Basic storyline - Each character is from a different section of Chaos, and therefore has a differnent ablility. Please post a post with information of your character, and be sure not to copy anyone else's ability.

The goal of the six people is to try and return to the realms of Chaos, which they were banished from. Unfortunately for them, the only portal is locked up deep inside a nice, complex temple on the other side of the continent. The size RPers will start out in a large city set in a modern time to add to the entertainment. They have not met each other, and hook up at a nightclub, where (by intution) they know that they are all of Chaos. They form a plan to get to Chaos, and eventually make it.
Oh! Each power has one it trumps all the time, one it will always be trumped by, and one that it cancels out/is canceled out by.
And, to keep this interesting, no one can die. They can be greviously wounded, but no killing off other people, and they can't be killed. No taking control of other characters, unless the person gives you express permission to do so.

Okay?
Okay.

Name: Dmitri Somatyv
Age: ?
Power: Maniuplation and travel in the fourth dimension. (Which does involve limited manipulation of matter)
Description: Shady. Long, odd hair - black with red and purple streaks. Heavily layered, with a six inch fo-hawk and the top back layer spiked up. Cigarette leg jeans with a white belt, a black vintage band t-shirt so tight it looks painted on, and a black track jacket. Torn up, black, vintage high-top Converse, one inch stretched ears, a septum ring, snakebites, and a black chain necklace. Light brown eyes, and clean shaven. Immaculately dressed.
He is a thief by profession, and makes it quite well due to his paradigm of Chaos.

Post

The world, when viewed through the fourth dimension, is rather odd. It is volume within hyper volume, constantly folding in upon itself. There are five surfaces, all at right angles to each other, all which serve a purpose. The first axis gives off an energy which makes it clear what the internal nature of an object is, the second makes it clear to the will which objects are useless or useful, the third shows one's conscience what moral obligations the thing was under, the fourth showed the degree of casuality or indeterminateness an object enjoys (as if measuring the number of future paths or probablilities the object has ever had or will ever have), and the fifth...the fifth is unclear. It seems to give off an energy that makes understanding all of it possible. And let us not forget what else is shown - the world-paths of an object, and the probability lines, all of which fan out much like a Japanese fan from an object.
At the moment, a darkly dressed man with shockingly bright red, black, and purple hair was contemplating a safe. The safe was, to his sensory organ which hovered overhead in a blue haze that had a silvery cord attaching it to his head, quite open. For, as a 3-D person looking down upon a 2-D drawing finds it easy to look inside it, a 4-D person finds it easy to look into a 3-D safe. He reached out, rotating a section of his body into this 3-D cross section, and pushed through the safe as though it was butter, and drew out his prize - a large bag of money. An alarm promptly went off, and he casually withdrew his hand. He rotated his lower body into the world, reaching out into what he could only call a "blue, high energy" direction. His legs distorted, became deer-like and sleek, and he ran, leaping, quite literally, over the building. But, distances in the third dimension are longer than in the fourth, and he miscalulated. He was imbedded in a wall twenty feet away, in plain sight, and in much pain. Swearing loudly, he yanked his body out of the wall with a painful, sickening lurch, and landed on the ground, breathing heavily. Red sparks flared around his body as his legs and sensory organ rotated back into four-space, as he lost the energy and concentration necessary to hold them in place. All the Iron surrounding this place made it difficult to hold his body in this world - four-dimensional things are not meant to be compressed into a three dimensional space.
He then did what he did best - ran. Ran several blocks until he reached a nightclub which to him was malevolent, lazy, and drunken - but was useful to him, that much was clear. He hid the bag of money in a discreet place, pulled out a few twenties, and nodded. He dimmed his extra senses in preparation for entering the club - the overwhelming input of world-lines, probability lines, moral obligations...it would be simply too much for him at once. He sighed, pulled a single, small sensory organ into this cross-section (that, at least, was not beyond Dmitri), and Looked. Distance, surfaces, it was all nothing to him with that sight. For he looked through people and objects, into them - he saw above him, underneath him, 360 degrees. It was not perfect, however - it was it many ways like regular eyes. He could concentrate on something and not see someone come up behind him, easily. The only thing that gave away that the organ was not of this world was the blue haze surrounding it, as it was from the "blue" direction, the silvery, shimmering, transparant cord that attached it to his head, and the fact that it was obviously not made of a type of energy natural to this world. For it was indeed solid energy - no flesh, no blood, no bones. But if someone did manage to hit it, it would indeed hurt, rather badly. Keeping the organ by him, he walked into the place, immediately moving out of a world-path that would have taken him directly towards a very drunk, and very cruel woman. Sitting at the bar, he ordered a shot, and waited, looking. When his shot arrived, he downed it, letting the liqour settle into his stomach with a warm sensation. He "saw" someone of potential trouble approaching, and "nudged" his world-lines away with a thing that was here/not-here. He had the limited ability to affect world-lines and probability lines - the stronger he was in will and body, and the weaker the other person was, the easier it was. Yes, it was possible after a good night's sleep, to completely befuddle someone's lines, trapping them in a knot of confusion and uncertainty...but it made him feel unclean for weeks afterwards, dirty inside and out. So he restricted it to doing nothing more than moving someone out of his way, sometimes forcefully - even going so far as to fling them tens of feet away. But it was straining, for he was using muscles - just not ones normal mortals were used to.

The streets were dark and very few people were around to notice a small calico cat trotting down the sidewalk. Occasionally she walked around at night, though she never had anywhere to go or anyone to see. She had made an effort to isolate herself in this city and her plans had succeeded. She turned a corner, various thoughts running through her mind at once, a stream of ideas that she sifted through with ease before shoving to the back of her mind. About a block away was a nightclub, which was common for this part of town. There was nothing special about it; nothing at all. The heavy bass of the music shook the sidewalk under the feet of passersby, the lights that could be seen through cracks in doors was colored and moving in what would probably be a dizzying effect inside for those who were unaccustomed to such things. For some reason she couldn't quite understand, she was being drawn to it. Not wanting to argue with her instincts, she decided to enter. Stepping into a side alley, she easily slid into her human form and entered the nightclub. She stood in the doorway for a split second, letting her eyes become accustomed to the lights inside before finding a seat against one wall. People-watching had always been a hobby of hers and she usually found that nightclubs were a great place to go for that.

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"Those who dream by night, in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that all was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes and make it possible." - T.E. Lawrence

Name:AJ for shot but formally know as Alex Hel Judal
Age:29
Paradigm(Ability):has the ability to bend the laws of science
Description:Slender with deep hazel eyes, pitch black hair, about 6' tall. Dressed in a Black velvet suite, with genuine leather highly polished shoes.
History:Before I was banished from my realm of chaos I was in the army. My rank was a commander, but when I had disregarded an order from my superior I was first discharged. Then I was whipped, and finally I was banished. So now I stand here testing my powers continuesly see what i can do with what little is left of my once great power.

Standing on the sidewalk taking a stroll not really caring what, where, or who I'd meet. I took a turn down an alley way, there I meet four men looking at me with an evil look in there eyes. The biggest stepped forward and demanded I give him all my money. Looking at them all with my own look of disgust, I said "I'll give you one minute to get out of my way and leave me alone, before I decide to kill you were you stand." They all broke out laughing, I just stood there looking at them then down at my watch. When they were finally done having there laugh. The big man said again but with a bit more anger to his voice "I said give me all your money." I responded "I know just what you said, but you didn't listen to what I said. Oh my look at the time. Yours has gone and run out on you. I didn't really what to have to kill you, I mean I good beating, or robbing of poor innocent people is all fun and good, but you've tried to steal from the wrong person. Any last words before you die." All at once they charged forwards. I simple jumped up over there heads and stayed aloft. The all became dumb struck, they started to run for the entrance to the dead end alley wall. They ran head first into a wall, they couldn't see it, but that was because I was twisting the laws so that there force was doubled back at them selfs. Watching from my above I saw them slowly crush them selfs into oblivion. Laughing to myself I started of towards a building across the street. Not really caring what it was I entered.

OOC. It's the nightclub if you didn't get that.

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The God of Chaos will find you.
You make your own path, join us here in the Darkness to forever lay in despair. If this doesn't sound appealing, well all I can say is....We have cookies.

Working his way out from behind the trash, Juro stared after the man stalking away. The smirk which had seemed all too cocky a moment before, died at the vision of four bundles of what used to be... well, guys. Regular joes. Stupid thieving jerks, but otherwise, regular joes.

Okay, so maybe it was his fault, he reasoned, because they'd hit him up first for spare change. What they ever thought they'd be getting from a bum like him, he didn't know. Maybe they'd figured on him having had a good day down on 22nd and Harcourt. Yeah, because he was always weighted down, yanno.

So hit him up and he'd just.. well, worked it so that something else was more interesting for two of them. He wasn't all that important. No, it wasn't as easy as like making himself disappear. That took a lot out of him to do something that intricate. You have to attack more than just the thought processes in the frontal cortex then. You'd have to get to the vision center, the scent sections, touch on all of the memory centers and that was an exercise in futility in most cases, unless you were working with a very focused, very young brain. No - it was more like tweaking the reasons for hitting him up in the first place.

So, convinced he wasn't a very good mark and that maybe that big guy that just turned the corner would be, Juro had settled back behind a trash bin to watch what amounted to be a full scale slaughter of four poor slobs.

Yeah. His fault. But that guy that was walking away was like the strongest thing that Juro had seen in a long time. Sort of a sadistic, anti-normal strong, actually.

The thing about sadistic strength is sometimes it's from a malfunction in the brain and maybe it's more focused and easier to manipulate. Kind of like having a pet dog. Except for the fact the dog is six feet tall, weighs two ten, and in all probability has rabies. But hey, beggers can't be choosers!

Hitching his pack up onto his back, Juro headed carefully around the crumpled remains of their unintentional combined effort and trotted to catch up with the monster man heading across the street.

"Hey! Hey... ah heh.. heh.." he rubbed his hair as he danced up near the guy, "feeling" the guy out a bit, just to get a little mental map, instead of trying to make any impression just yet, "that was some trick, yanno? I mean man, you just sort of took them out like it was nuthin' yanno? Pretty slick." He trots more, because his legs don't reach the same and grins up at the guy. "You just.... pow! and now you're heading in for a drink or somethin' yeah?"

They were getting really near the door and the bouncers weren't showing their friendly faces seeing a bum like critter prancing around Mr. I'm Bad So Get Out Of My Way. Time was short, probably too short to make an impression just yet.

[[Score, just two more people. I'm starting to line up the trumps and such - when I get the next two people, we should be good to go.]]
An anomaly of sorts appeared in the range of his sensory organ, and he turned his attention to it - a girl wandered it, one who had all the inner features and mindsets of a Chaoticist. He turned partway, and made a little shove on some people's world-lines so he could get a good look at her. She didn't seem like the kind of person who was a regluar here - maybe she was drawn here as he was.

He moved to a seat off of the bar and much closer to her, but not too close, and looked a bit more with his sensory organ, keeping his normal eyes on his Screwdriver. As he was starting to move a bit closer, sometime else entered the range of his awareness - he cycled in another organ to appear in this cross-section and sent it outside, to be right above a very mean looking man. Much like the type of man banks hired for security. Muscle, brains, and ruthlessness - never a good combination in Dmitri's line of work. This one was also a Chaoticist, and - wonder of wonders - another was near him.

The other one, however, much much more slippery looking. Dmitri couldn't - quite - get a hold of him, as though his eyes keep sliding off of him. Obviously a homeless man of sorts, but that was suprising, as he seemed to be the kind of man who should be a thief like Dmitri. Because he was so sucessful, Dmitri was practically a multi-millionare - all the gold, money, jewels, and artwork he had stocked up amounted to an eye-poppingly large and ridiculous sum of money that would last him for quite a while. But security systems were more complex, people were smarter, the challenge was greater...

He laughed to himself, as he caught himself rambling. He cycled his second sensory organ out of the third dimension and focused back on keeping an eye out around him, to watch from crazy drunks...and just in time, as there was a very angry drunk who was approaching him from the left, who's moral obligations were none too kind, nor was his internal nature. Dmitri had just enough time to roll out of his chair as a brawl started up next to where he was, and he slinked out of his seat, to end up right next to...

The woman who was a Chaoticist.

"Lovely day, isn't it? I absoulutely abhor bar brawls." He said, with a light and cultured Russian accent, looking with mild interest as the bouncers broke up what was looking to be a nasty fight.

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"Sometimes, kid, you gotta chin up. The whole world is fucking full of dicks, you and me included. But we gotta struggle though, and take what life throws. Life's a bitch - wear a helmet. But sometimes you gotta step down and let someone else be your helmet for you. You ain't Superman, kid. Don't act like it." - Veil, may his memory be honored.

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For those who are confused about the fourth dimension stuff I ramble on about, this helps, a little.

Listening to this disgusting man ramble on about how i killed those four men. I was starting to get aggravated when I entered the nightclub. To my delight a brawl was just braking out. Not feeling particularly like fight I decided to sit back and watch from the bar. Looking back to the man who was following me I said, "Are you going to continue to follow me or are we going to go are separate ways?" Smiling an evil grin I towards the man I sat myself at a barstool. Something ad drawn me hear and I wanted to know what. I ordered a white Russian. Then I waited for what ever it was that had drawn me to this club.

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The God of Chaos will find you.
You make your own path, join us here in the Darkness to forever lay in despair. If this doesn't sound appealing, well all I can say is....We have cookies.

Kala was sitting in a seat along one wall when she got the strange feeling that she was being watched. She looked around but couldn't find anyone who seemed to be looking at her any more than anyone else. So she tried to shrug it off. Her attention was pulled away from the feeling though, when a brawl broke out. A man moved away from it and toward her, seemingly randomly. He spoke and it took her a moment to realize that not only had he noticed her, but he was speaking to her. She rolled her eyes when she looked back to the fight that was being broken up. "It's rather immature, if you ask me." She shrugged. "But I think the best thing would be to help the sane people get away and then let them knock each other out so we don't have to deal with them anymore." Her words would have seemed haughty if not for the fact that her voice was quiet, barely loud enough to be heard, and her tone not annoyed but pensive.

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"Those who dream by night, in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that all was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes and make it possible." - T.E. Lawrence

A flicker of "no see ums" at the bouncer and a dose of luck in the shape of a very shapely blonde tumbling through the door as an additional redirect for the guy's focus and Juro squeaks in just breaking a sweat. He hasn't really ever made it this far into a place like this and he was inwardly crowing at his good luck.

The big bad wolf wasn't paying him no mind and that was maybe okay. Rather, it was okay until he did turn those sharp eyes Juro's way. Juro ducked some, cowering back with a simpering grin pasted on his smudged face. "Yeah.. heh.. well.." and he cast about for a reason to be in here with this guy. "Buy a drink? You buying," he snickered and then chewed on his lower lip, realizing that Mr. Big Mean and Nasty wasn't likely to have much of a sense of humor.

Actually, now that the mapping was almost done, he was realizing how much of this guy was tied up into his territorial ism and that thrice damned reptilian brain and maybe it made sense that those eyes staring at him weren't completely sane. Juro swallowed hard around the dryness of his throat and giggled, high pitched and tense.

Then, dog like, he slunk back a step or two and looked around again. Someone else to latch onto, someone else to maybe protect him. Or... an exit? An exit that didn't include the bouncer because Juro wasn't all too sure he'd manage to sidetrack meathead another time.

Waving a dismissing hand at the bruiser, he sniffed, wiped his nose on his shirt sleeve, and had to do so again as the snot trailed off across his cheek. All of this, while moving away and into a separate shadow.

He wasn't completely sure, seeing as how he didn't believe in stuff like fate and destiny and crap like that, but it sure felt like he'd managed to walk into a trap that had been set for him days, weeks, maybe years before this. He resisted the urge to claw at the walls, ratlike, in order to make another exit out of the concrete blocks. It wasn't easy to do, though, and his eyes darted from one spot to the next, as if searching for the cats that had been let loose in this particular maze.

The brawl? Nah. Safe there. Those guys were all normal idiots plied with too much drug in their systems. Unless Mr. Meaniehead had maybe dosed them with some of his mean rays?

Then there was that shadow kind of thing happening on the other side of the brawl, where a small knot of people watched or tried to ignore the goings-ons. A shadow, as if the minds over there weren't so easy to track or were too hard to really get into. If he were in a place that he felt safer in, he might have tried to find a backdoor. As it was, with this closing trap around his neck, he wasn't so sure he wanted to find any door but for a clear one out of there.

"Quite true. I couldn't agree more." Dmitri nodded, looking back as the bouncers tossed the combatants out on to the street. His sensory organ floated on over to the bar, and he got a good glimpse of the two Chaoticists - definately opposites...so why were they together? Unless it was by mere chance, chance much like the fact that he so conviently found an excellent hiding space for his stolen money so near to this nightclub...hm. Interesting.

Dmitri made up his mind and cut straight to the point, saying to the woman, "You see those two gentlemen over at the bar? The meathead and the bum? Well, m'dear, you, myself, and those two men are all Chaoticists. Interesting, isn't it? I'd be willing to lay money on the idea that you never knew there were others out there who had odd powers. Well, neither did I, until all of about five minutes ago." He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, gauging her reaction against what he expected.

"So, would you rather the two gentlemen join us before I continue?"

[[Sorry it's short - I'm at work]]

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"Sometimes, kid, you gotta chin up. The whole world is fucking full of dicks, you and me included. But we gotta struggle though, and take what life throws. Life's a bitch - wear a helmet. But sometimes you gotta step down and let someone else be your helmet for you. You ain't Superman, kid. Don't act like it." - Veil, may his memory be honored.

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For those who are confused about the fourth dimension stuff I ramble on about, this helps, a little.

Kala sat in shock a moment, not entirely sure how he had known about her powers. She pondered a few moments the idea of trusting him, a total stranger, arguing with herself back and forth. Looking up at him, she examined him a moment, as though she could scrutinize his character traits and flaws.

"Alright. Let's ignore the fact that you know plenty of things you shouldn't and skip ahead to the idea of those gentlemen joining us." Her voice was slightly sarcastic, but she maintained a civil, polite tone. "I really don't care one way or another."

An impish grin spread slowly over her countenance giving her a mischevious look. She took a few moments to turn the thought over in her mind, working out flaws before she spoke up. "Eventually you're going to have to sit down and let me ask questions, you know." Her look was serious and not allowing any arguments.

((I understand, I'm being worked to death as well.))

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"Those who dream by night, in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that all was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes and make it possible." - T.E. Lawrence