Multiverse: You are the Character

[Yellow 13]

As Yellow began to fix up the sails with her restoration powers, she looked towards Tsunade and barked, running up to her, periodically freezing time and fixing the sails. To anyone that didn't know what she was capable of, it would seem like the sails were magically fixing themselves. "Hey sister!" Issun said and began bouncing on Yellow's nose again. "My pal here's got some questions for ya since you seem to be the one that's been here the longest."

Yellow finished restoring another sail. There were a lot of them, but she could restore them all. "So," Issun said once again translating for her. "What's going on here? All my fine furry friend here remembers is seeing something called a 'topic' on a 'forum' and replying to it then she wound up with me falling from the sky. Any ideas foe what's been going on?"

[Greycat]

Grey had nothing do. It was almost painful. And with Ammie around, he couldn't just sit around. Her very presence would spread law and order. he shuddered just thinking about it. All his hard work to this point, all his carefully layered chaos was in danger of being scattered due to her annoying lawful aura. And the worse part, she might not even be aware or it! It could just be a sub-conscious effect that she had to her name. Which meant that he wouldn't have legitimate cause to actually be mad at her. Which, stangely enough, was causing his own chaos levels to rise. That gave his pause. In the conflict between order and chaos, the conflict itself strengthened chaos, even as it weakened it. Which was way chaos was the better element. But he couldn't let his mental state get in the way of his regular interactions. Like the Tsundere/Luka problem. Tsundere and her sporadic chakra, or Luka and his reliable white magic. Tough choice. Not.

"If you really want Luka, knock yourself out," Grey shrugged. He lay down on the deck and let Luka do his stuff. Nice reliable white magic. He did raise an eyebrow at Luka's new wings. Maybe they were tasty. "Nice to know that you found your calling," Grey commented as the spell did it's work. "I guess I'll have to kick my own role into high gear to cover up for your absence," he said lightly. "And Tsundere didn't scare me. She just had me put up my guard. I read (read?) Naruto manga, and watch (watched?) a couple of the episodes. I know what she is capable of. I'd rather not give her the opportunity."

He rose to his paws and rolled his shoulders and shook slightly testing to see if everything was working properly. White magic was good. Even better, since Luka asked to heal him, it technically counted as a favor he was granting. Nuances of language were a wonderful thing to exploit when making deals and contracts.

[RedxXxDawn]

Greycat passed up on the healing offer from Tsunade, as she had guessed. She liked that she could tease him that way. Just like Jackie. But she would try not to get carried away. There were injured people to heal, after all. And Jack could very well be among them. Wait, Tsunade thought, where is Jack, anyway? She looked around and spotted him on the main deck, striding around barking orders to what remained of his crew. He seemed well, but could have been concealing a wound someplace.

Tsunade was about to walk to him and ask if he needed healing, but then she heard the voice of a familiar flea. "Hey sister!" Issun said and began bouncing on Yellow's nose again. "My pal here's got some questions for ya since you seem to be the one that's been here the longest."

She turned around and looked at him. "Yea? Go ahead." She replied simply.

"So," Issun said once again translating for Amaterasu. "What's going on here? All my fine furry friend here remembers is seeing something called a 'topic' on a 'forum' and replying to it then she wound up with me falling from the sky. Any ideas for what's been going on?"

"Yes," Tsunade replied. "And I have more than just an 'idea' of it. First thing you should know is that we're all in the same boat here. Each one of us used to be regular people in the real world, but we all made the mistake of joining this roleplay. It said that we would get sucked into our computers and we would get to explore different worlds of fiction and whatnot, and in the end we're supposed to find our way back home somehow. None of us knew we would literally get sucked into all of this, we were just supposed to pretend that we have." She bent down a little and looked the white wolf in the eyes, then pet her on the head and scratched her behind the ears. Dogs usually liked that. "And you, my furry friend, must have chosen Amaterasu as your avvie. And whatever powers and abilities you chose for yourself you're stuck with. Though I must admit, you made a wise decision. Amaterasu does have a lot of good abilities." She spoke that last sentence while looking at the holes in the sails being mysteriously restored. She knew right away what was happening there. She had played Okami before, and was familiar with the brush techniques.

"And even though I'm supposed to be the mod for this rp," Tsunade continued, looking back at Amaterasu and Issun, "I don't understand how it's possible for us to really get sucked into the cyber world like this. I'm thinking maybe AntarcticTermit would know something about that, seems to how this whole thing was originally his idea. He was the original mod, but before all of this started he said that he couldn't go through with it for some reason. He also said that one of us could take over as the new mod for the rp so it could continue anyway, and that's just what I did."

"Land ho!" Came a shout. Several of Jack's pirates turned to where the voice had come from. It was Jack himself, pointing forward. Putting away his spyglass, he strode over to his men. "Set a course for that island!" He shouted. "Prepare to board there! That's where the treasure should be. Davy Jones must've missed somethin' there, and we're gonna nab it. Ya'll got that?" Many of his crewmates nodded or shouted 'yes cap'n,' and went straight to work.

[Synthorian]

The battle ended ages ago. I have spent most of it fighting my avatar's consciousness for control of my, or should I say his, body. Surprisingly enough, the body automatically fought off the merfolk while me and Synthorian fought it out mentally. I saw a glimpse of the body using some kind of bolt rifle thing during the fight. Which I have in my hands right now. Either way, I'm in control again, for now. Unlike the others who were helping out, I was just standing guard, looking at the sea in thought. The pirate gave me weary looks and kept their distance from me. The other avatars haven't approached me either. I wasn't sure whether they were afraid of me or just didn't have the time right now to talk. Not like I cared anyway.

The masts seemed to be repairing themselves in their own, though I could tell it was that weird guy in the green tunic waving his hands around. That other guy, the Neko-like bloke, wasn't actually doing anything productive. I looked back at the sea, and saw a blurred object in the horizon. It could be a ship, or it could be land. I though about wincing my eyes for a better look, then I realized that I don't even have a face, just a pair of glowing eyeholes. So I tried to find some kind of zoom function in my HUD. It took a while for me to figure out where it was and how to use it, but I finally managed it. I saw the island in it's full bloom, every detail. The relatively small, your usual isolated island that you see in the movies. Like in Pirates of the... oh yeah, forgot I was actually in that universe.

I guess I'm still adjusting to the fact that I got sucked into a virtual world, and now running around in a cyborg body, killing things like it's natural. That will take a while to settle in, if I can get a break from Synthorian trying to take control of his body again.

A pirate called out the usual pirate's callsign for land several minutes later, while they were close enough for a normal human eye to see. Especially in this blinding sunlight. I pulled back the cocking bolt on the Bolt Rifle to load a fresh round into it. It felt like there was more trouble to come once we land on this pathetic excuse of an island.

[Greycat]

Healed up nicely, Grey had two things left on his agenda to do. The first was to add to his collection. He got a lovely selection of weapons and uniforms from the navy ship, it was time to do the same for the Cthulhu-lings. And even better, they had exotic body parts like claws and tentacles. All the more intriguing to his collector soul. True, it was only a small fraction of his soul, but it paid to have hobbies. And considering the amount of bodies on deck, he had a generous selection. While Tsundere and angel-boy busied themselves with healing, he had more fun pillaging raiding desecrating[s]harvesting[/i]... okay, there was no nice way to put that nicely.

And way, he got himself a few tentacles, some fangs, teeth, claws, weapons and more. He even found a way to mist them away the same way his clothes did when he shifted. That tickled his fancy. It meant he could collect even more souvenirs that he thought (he had limited himself before because, really, you could only lug so many pounds of stuff around with you.) Though he left half of the tentacles he collect out to dry. He wasn't sure if the mists would work like some sort of stasis, and he didn't have any preservation fluids to dump them in. But it was a bit morbid, so he didn't make his collect too obvious, and he managed to wrangled a favor for one of the crew too. Score.

His second item on the to do list; chaos corruption. In Yosh, the Vile managed to use the elements but corrupting them with his demonic magic. Chaos wasn't demonic, but it was just as corrupting. And with his new found talent in Latin... He curled up in an out of the way corner, lay his chin on his forepaws and focused on the space in the air a foot from the tip of his muzzle. He took a breath, and began ad-libbing his encantation. "Spiritus naturae, particularum entia, cadent a sedes, ducatur in ad discordia. Roil et iactare et sit turbulentus, surge et percutere. Spiritus aeris, mens flecti ad chaos, Videte gratiam, flagellum in ventus." Spirits of nature, elemental beings, fall from your thrones, be drawn in to discord. Roil and toss and be turbulent, arise and strike. Spirits of air, mind swayed to chaos, heed my influence, whip into a wind

Sure enough, the wind whipped up and formed a loose, poorly held together mini twister. He chanted the last line softly, envisioning what he wanted, trying to pull it together and hold it in the shape he wanted. Slowly, the disarrayed vortex of wind started to come together, to take shape... Until the yell of land shattered his focus. He swore. There had better be treasure at this place.

[Yellow 13]

Yellow gave a satisfied sound and licked Tsunade's face. She liked this woman and her tail wagged back and forth while little hearts floated around her.

Issun meanwhile got dazed from looking at her breasts and went stiff for a second, tipped over, fell off Ammy and rolled around on the ground for a bit. "Buh-busty babe..." He muttered and Yellow sighed, picking him up by hes helmet and shaking him back and forth until he snapped out of it. Which he did almost instantly. "Geah! Hey! Oi! Stop! Arhg! Gross! Wolf spit!" He complained.

"You. Translate. Now." She growled at Issun as she set him down.

"Grrr... All right." He looked back to Tsunade's face, not her breasts. "Anyways, Ammy here says thanks and she really liked that. Do you think we can find this 'Antarctic Termite' around in here? Because he's gonna be tough to find if he hasn't frozen already. Poor little bug down there and all." He paused. "Huh? Oh sorry, just saying my thoughts. That wasn't Ammy here. Speaking of, how can a termite plan anything?"

Yellow didn't say anything as she was too busy fixing things, but eventually that was done. Using Issun once again, she spoke up. "Maybe the reason he had to quit was because he's here somewhere too. He just made the topic and fell through first then we saw the topic, you were good friends with him and figured you'd take over."

[RedxXxDawn]

Tsunade liked dogs, as well as just about any animal. Quite often, she was actually more warm towards animals than with people. She did forget for a second that Amaterasu was actually human, and giggled a little when he licked her face. She did not even notice Issun staring at her... rack. Not that she would have cared very much, so long as he did not fall in between them or anything.

Then Tsunade chuckled when she heard Issun's thoughts, thinking that AntarcticTermit was literally an insect from the frozen land down under. "Well he isn't really a termite, you see," Tsunade explained. "And he really isn't from Antarctica. ..Okay, probably not from down there. But then again, like the rest of s avvies, he could be from anywhere in the world." She looked around, then back at Issun and the white wolf. "Not this world, but you know, real life. People all over the world have computers, Issun, and that's how they access the internet. AntarcticTermit just happens to be one of those people. AntarcticTermit was just the username he chose for himself. We all chose screen names for ourselves, like mine's RedxXxDawn, for instance. Now how we all actually got sucked into Jack's world is beyond me." Tsunade felt it strange explaining it all to a bug. And a dog. But it was really more what was being explained that was strange. Even she did not completely understand what she was talking about. At least about the part where she and everybody else had been sucked into the cyber world. Then into pirate land, and then eventually who knows where.

Then she heard Issun's next idea. The little bug seemed to have brought up a good point. Tsunade paused. "...Possibly," she replied, semi-diatantly. "I never thought of that. I don't know how he could have posted a message saying he couldn't continue if he had already been sucked into the internet himself. I don't understand how he could have that kind of influence over the internet while being trapped with the rest of us." Her eyes darted upward. She casually folded her arms over her chest and pointed an index finger to her chin, her most common thinking gesture. "If he is able to do that while trapped, maybe there's a way we can too. If we could just figure that out, maybe we could send a message for help. ..Nah, no one would believe that. If anything they'd click on it and get sucked in themselves. If only there was a way to at least find him so we can ask..." Then she looked back at Issun. "Oh, and I'm not really his friend. I don't even know him. And somehow.. it feels like this whole thing is my fault, you know? I'm supposed to be the new mod here, and even I don't know what the hell is going on."

She took a breath and swallowed her thoughts, then decided to change the subject. "Hey Leadhead!" She called to Synthorian. "You've been pretty quiet this whole time. What's your story?"

Meanwhile, Jack and his ship were sailing closer and closer to the island. It was only a matter of minutes before the ship would dock. The island itself was a very small patch of sand, not even twenty feet wide. Something in the center of the island on the ground caught Jack's attention as he peered at it through his spyglass. After realizing it was the hole dug by Davy Jones, he put the spyglass away. "Yep," he said to the monkey perched on his shoulder. "He's already been here. He said there was a rock in there, but I'm not so sure. There has to be something he missed. Who would go through all that trouble just for that? A bit detailed for a prank, don't you think?" He asked, feeding the monkey a treat.
Jack ate the treat, then chittered happily. Jack Sparrow pulled out a rum bottle and took a generous swig. But before he put it away, Jack grabbed the bottle and pulled it toward his lips and managed to get a good sip before Jack pulled it away. "No, Jack," he said in a mock scolding, wagging his finger likewise. "That stuff's not for you."
The monkey simply burped, then wiped his face in Jack's hair, using him as a napkin to clean the excess liquor from his mouth. Tsunade would have laughed if she saw that one. She had a pet bird that used to do that to her all the time.

[Synthorian]

"Hey, Leadhead." were two words that caught my attention. Synthorian grumbled in the back of my head, in dissatisfaction of being summoned in such a manner. I ЩIᄂᄂ BЯΣΛΚ ΉΣЯ ПΣᄃΚ. He mentally said to me in his usual cold tone. Will you shut up? I asked him, slightly irritated. I ЩIᄂᄂ ПӨƬ ƧƬΛПD FӨЯ BΣIПG ЯΣFΣЯΣD ƬӨ IП ƧЦᄃΉ Λ MΛППΣЯ.
You whine like a child...
ЩΉΛƬ?!?!?
You heard me.
The mental conversation ended there as the blond woman who called out for me approached me. "You've been pretty quiet this whole time. What's your story?" She asked. Really? She's asking me this? Her being an avatar she should already 'know' my story by now, it's the same as her's. "... I ƧЦBMIƬƬΣD Λ ᄃƧ, ΛПD GӨƬ ƧЦᄃΚΣD IП ΉΣЯΣ, ᄂIΚΣ ΣVΣЯΥӨПΣ ΣᄂƧΣ, I'M ƧЦЯΣ." I sounded just like the original Synthorian, cold, ruthless, and brutal. And that messed up language was still there, it's the only thing I could speak in, it seemed. It sounded similar to english though, hmm...

"ЩΣ'ЯΣ GӨIПG ƬӨ ᄂΛПD ӨП ƬΉΛƬ IƧᄂΛПD ƧӨӨП. ΥӨЦ ƧΉӨЦᄂD BΣ GΣƬƬIПG ЯΣΛDΥ."

[Fenix250]

(perception check: can you read what he said? I know I can! )

When I made my way down to were the injured were located, I sighed at the number of wounded. Hell, a few of them looked like they were barely hanging on.
Well... we need as many able bodies as we can get once the conflict reaches us again. I could walk by them one by one, but there is a much faster way to do this. I stood in the middle while ignoring whatever they decided to say and begun a procedure that worked purely because my avatar did it before. I 'dropped' my staff, but it didn't fall to the floor, instead it floated in place. I focused on my thoughts and started to say nothing but 'moon speak' as my hands were held out towards the staff and my wings stretched out in plain view. My staff was glowing pure white when I finished it with one word, "Curaja."
That word or something like it in it's pure Angelic form would've worked. A small pulse of white energy was fired from my staff in a AoE format and everyone was covered with a faint white light. The amount of holy energy that was in the spell could easily have been felt by our friendly Chaotic Agent above deck. Their wounds were healed just as soon as I got my hands on my staff and closed my wings. Needless to say; they were shocked at the turn of events, "Don't be too happy now; I'm sure we'll get in another conflict pretty soon."
Being blunt was most likely one of my bad features, but I don't like to sugar-coat anything unless I'm joking around, which I usually do on the Internet now that I think about it.

After healing and ruining the party of the NPC Pirates, I made my way up above deck and noticed an island close by along with a cold robotic sound, "ЩΣ'ЯΣ GӨIПG ƬӨ ᄂΛПD ӨП ƬΉΛƬ IƧᄂΛПD ƧӨӨП. ΥӨЦ ƧΉӨЦᄂD BΣ GΣƬƬIПG ЯΣΛDΥ."
I almost didn't understand it, but my mind quickly adjusts to the simple change in English and I understood that we should be getting ready for something. With nothing better to do (other then to see what makes our Augmented friend tick ), I lean back on solid wood and started to think about what abilities I should be able to pull off. Something soon stuck me though, "When we get to that island, I should change into my dragonic form and make sure I know how to fly..."
I nod my head at my own suggestion and I wait for us to make it to land.

[Greycat]

"There had better be a good reason for this interrupting the cat's business. And it better not be another attack again," Grey muttered as he climbed up to the deck. Maybe he wouldn't mind another attack, considering they always lead to localized increase in the chaos concentration, but he hadn't had time for his nap, what with him being all productive and finding new ways to bend the world to his will. Give him a couple days and he could have this entire place be his domain, reigning over it with an iron paw, reaping in the benefits and the souls and the women and the food and the money. Ah, a cat could dream, couldn't he?

He combed a hand through his hair, catching the last sentence that Syn, the tin man, uttered. How did he manage to get his lettering so unique? His personal lack in the ancient font department was hampering his corruption of the metaspiritual system for his personal advancement. Hmm... that was just as bad as it sounded. Didn't make it any less true. Maybe if he tried a less dimensionally bond method, stepping outside the standard space time and capturing the essence of what he wanted and bringing it back with him. That would take some interesting theoretical physics conceptualization and four dimensional visualization.

He leaned over the railing and squinted at the patch of sand in the middle of nowhere with an expression of disbelieve mixed with exasperation. "You're joking, right? That pile of dirt is your 'land?' I could rave that a lawn mower and half a tank of gas." then again, it was so small you were likely to overlook it even when you looked at it. It was like mimime, geology style.