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@RokkuHoshi

Winston searched the other's eyes for a moment as he went on about the other creature he might know of.

His lips pressed together. "No. We did not find any others from your world..."

"What kind of Rift... well.. We don't really know. We didn't open it. We don't know who did or what their intentions were. It seems to have produced many beings form other worlds and planes and..." He stopped himself short of saying Children's cartoons unsure if the creature would be prepared for such information yet.

"Let us walk and talk..." He walked to the door and opened it himself, striding along and leading the pony down a long corridor. "This planet is called Earth, it is round." Apparently not all worlds were globular. "It is inhabited by humans, like myself, there are other animals but none with our level of sentience. We have languages, culture, civilization, architecture... Other animals on this world do not have these things. Magic does exist here but it is not so common as it appears to be on your world."

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I'll have a reply this weekend!

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OK did all the replies in separate areas as separate posts.

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@Arty Fox
Zesiro crossed his legs and leaned back. "That's the spirit. A monster not a freak." He frowned at the ceiling. "Agents... Not-Agents... I don't like 'em either." He sighed.

"We are on a submarine, if you know what that is. Basically in a big underwater tank. There are humans here and... Ah... Yeah, Monsters too. This kind of thing is weird in our world. Monsters, magic, world-traveling. TRIDENT tries to deal with all that crap for some reason. I dunno, I guess they think most people can't handle it."

"The other guys aren't far." He leaned forward, slouching in his chair now. We are still all on the same sub. This is the base, it's more than one sub actually. Trisitan likes to play 'Captian' he keeps it all together with his wacky water magic or some shit." Zesiro rolled his eyes.

He stood up and crossed over to Shannon. He tore of whatever monitors they still had left on her. "Anyway, you feelin' okay?"

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@Arty Fox

"Yeah, Egypt had a few for sure!" Twain grinned from ear to ear. "I'm pretty sure this one was in Egypt... It's been passed down a long line. In fact, every Necromancer has one of these. Passed down from the Necromancer who taught them."

He paused, touching the cover of the book. "You ask a lot of good questions kid. Even if I answered your questions, I have a feeling that you are one of those people who would only be satisfied seeing things for themselves. Ya think?"

He turned the book to face Charles and pushed it forward. "I warn you it is dangerous for mortal eyes to look upon..." He spoke in a mock-ominous tone.

As Charles opened the pages he would find the parchment... Blank...

"The thing is... It is forbidden to show off the Book-Of-The-Dead or answer all your brilliant questions... Except to a student of Necromancy."

Across from Charles, he put his hands together and leaned forward.

"So... Do you want to learn?"

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@Fetzen@Konan375

Rozalind nodded toward XIII, approving of his response.

"I hate magic." She flexed her arm, the one that had been injured on the mountain and 'healed' by Twain. "It is afoul art. I'd prefer a fair fight and an honest death, but, that isn't how magic works." She scowled into the distance. "The way they warp nature, abuse their power, it's disgusting. They killed some poor kid for their ritual... For what? It didn't even work..." Her cheeks burned, turning red as her anger boiled within her.

She cracked her knuckles. "Someone has to fight back against them, and not everyone can, so here we are." She looked between the man and the gargoyle. "You both likely have some experience with magic, you on your gargoyle world and you um... Being you."

She bean to pace. "We have no idea what kind of magic we are up against, that would be helpful! They were used more than one type of magic in their ritual

"XIII. What you have we call Inherent Magic. Baby you were born that way. Most cases appear to be genetic (So they almost called it inherited magic), but not always (So they didn't). Sometimes this helps people perform the other kinds of magic, sometimes not. People with inherent magic manifest a wide range of abilities... Pretty random..." She looked far off into the distance, biting her lower lip. "They are tricky to fight because you don't know what they can or cannot do... Until they show you." She looked back to XIII again before moving on.

"The outer circle was a kind of magic we call Archaic or Occultic Magic. 80% of magicians are in this category. Circles, chanting, symbols, they use a system to direct will into power and energy." She looked to the gargoyle now. "These are usually easier because they are typically systemic in their method. For example, if they are working in a big magic circle... All you have to do is break the edge to ruin the work. If you can find the pattern you can break it. You can't always rely on that method, sometimes the patterns are very complicated."

"There is a type of magic called Mentalism. You better hope we are not against one of these. If you ever got into a fight with one, you might survive but you wouldn't remember." She tapped her head. "You can't trust anything or anyone if you are fighting a Mental-Mage. Not even yourself... Especially not yourself."

She shook her head to move the conversation along. "Then there are necromancers." She frowned. Clearly thinking about one necromancer in-particular.

"They. Are. The. Worst."

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@cpldingo

Wolfe would recognize some of the guns in the armory.

Most, however, were not standard issue arms.

Most seemed normal enough to the untrained eye, perhaps so that agents in the field would not draw attention, however because Wolfe was taking things apart, cleaning, looking closely at each part, he would certainly notice that most of the weapons were different.

Some were perfectly normal.

Others were... Different. Variations. Some had strange symbols etched in strange places. Some made of materials he didn't recognize. One gun had a small blade where the trigger should be... As if the weapon needed blood to fire instead of bullets.

Then there were the archaic weapons... Bows... Spears... Swords... How long had these been rotting in this armory?

The two men seemed to be alone. They would perhaps, at some point, get the feeling that they were being watched.

Icarus appeared, as if from nowhere. Simply sitting next to them, saying nothing, watching them clean the guns. He was stout and bald. He wore a tank top that exposed his muscular arms, and plain black pants, black combat boots. The strong silent type might have fit in with the military men... Were it not for the feral look in his quiet eyes or the strange artworks that covered his skin.

If the men looked at Icarus straight on they could admire his many and intricate tattoos... If they looked away, they would see the images on the man's skin ripple and shift as if the pictures were moving... A sparrow on his forearm turned to look at Wolfe... Yet if they looked back at the man directly the images would be still... Had the sparrow been that way the whole time?

After awhile Icaus would move down the isle of cleaned weapons, as if inspecting their work. He had the shadow of a smirk upon his lips as he looked over the weapons.

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@RokkuHoshi

Winston began to write. "There were a few items recovered, they are in storage... Your looking for a guitar and wings....?"

"And yes... We did find others..." He was distracted as the door began to make a strange noise. He turned and watched the knob and door rattle a bit. Then looked back to the equine being.

"Um... Is that you doing that? I know that this is quite unusual, but please, I think before you leave or go meet the others you should understand where you are and what has happened..."

"You have been in coma for some time now. We found you... Along with several others... In the aftermath of a undefined metaphysical event. There was some sort of rift in time or space or magic... We are still trying to work it out..."

"What I'm trying to say is that you are very very far form home. You are on a planet called earth. You and many of the others we found appear to be from other worlds entirely."

"My name is Winston. I'm a part of an organization called TRIDENT that... Well... We specialize in dealing with unusual events here on Earth. I'm here to help you acclimate, answer any questions you have, hear your story as well. As soon as you feel ready I'd like to introduce you to some of the others that we have found, to see if you recognize anyone."

He paused, straightening the papers on his clipboard.

"Do you... Follow so far?"

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You guys are awesome ^_^

I'm working on replies for every-body!

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expect something from me on the morrow :D Also maybe the non-human peeps could hang out in the labs?

@Arty Fox

I'm a have Rokku go to the lab too when they are done.

YOU CAN ALSO WRITE IN

That the pile of bones is in the lab also. The one that was Bizbee the bird-dino-boney-thing that was ripped up. I was going to mention it in my next post, but, you can do that if you think it would give you more grist for the mill!