Kalzky

Kingdom Hearts: The Lights of the Multiverse Redux [No Longer Full]

@Rockin Strings@Kalzky

James

James groaned a groan that last an impressive amount of time and finished with a deep breath inward. His stomach churned with a strange mix of anger and fear. With a further sigh, he let his keyblade disappear with a flash satisfied that they were safe for now.

He removed his helmet with a click and began digging out the little shards of glass in his suit; the remains of the shield charm which had shattered after a few hits.

“I swear to god if those terminator pricks are going to jump out of the walls I’m going to murder them.”

James hissed when a shard cut his finger. “Thanks for the help there mate. Don’t supposed you got a spare Gundam thingy on you at all?”

He was already moving towards the wall as he asked this to where a little black panel was set into the otherwise pristine white wall. A simple tap summoned a holographic keyboard and the screen changed into an image of the station. A red dot appeared in one of the large storage rooms and a red line drew itself from there up to the control room, when James touched it.

James tried to smile. “My, my what have we here? A lovely little map for dear visitors such as ourselves.” He made sure to take a photo of it on his phone.

@Rex

Natasha

“Yeah. Everything’s hunky-dory back there.” Natasha shouted back up at him. She patted the belt buckle and smiled at Prim. “There we go, all nice and secure. You were very brave y’know, I was pretty impressed.”

Prim simple mumbled a “yes” and continued to stare around the room. The bounced and Jinx’s head lolled onto the other side, she too was strapped securely into her seat against the wall but apparently still out cold. Natasha hung onto the fabric hoops overhead for balance.

“Is she dead?” Prim asked, almost enquired.

“Nah, she’s just out cold right now.” Natasha’s answer was followed by a long pause. “Here, let me fix up some of those bruises.”

Prim’s eyes grew to the size of dinner plates when Natasha’ hand began to glow a bright green and she followed her hand as Natasha waved it over the worst of her bruises and scrapes.

“Are you fairy?” At Natasha’s nod Prim then asked. “Can you grant wishes?”

“Depends on the wish.” She replied softly. “I can see you’re already very smart and kind. What more could a little girl ask for?”
Prim frowned slightly. But then she asked with a heavy heart. “Can you help my sister? Her name’s Katni-”

Natasha held up a hand. “Katniss Everdeen. Yes. I know and we, as in me and the people I work with, including the grumpy cowboy up there, are seeing what we can do.” Hope shone in Prims eyes as she smiled.

“I’ll be back in a bit so don’t go anywhere” Natasha clambered up the ladder into the small cockpit.

The cockpit was only just big enough for the pilot so Natasha settled for craning her neck over Drakes shoulder. She sniffed and then looked down at his wound.

“Nice to know my shield charm got used, if you’re foot suddenly hurts it’s a shard of glass. Here, hold still for a sec.”

Again, her hand shone a bright green and she waved it over his wound. A warm dullness would surround Drakes wound as his flesh slowly pulled itself back together, he would feel anything object inside being roughly pushed about, until only a shallow hole was left. While it wouldn’t bleed, if left alone, the wound would still hurt for a good while after.

@Arty Fox

Katherine let out a sigh, streching out a bit.
"That was..still not used to combat."
"Is everyone okay?"

L.A By Night (Classic World of Darkness: Vampires, Werecreatures, Mages, Demons, Hunters and more)

'Ahhh... That explains it.' Was what Elleonora though when Adam quickly explained his circumstances. Now this was something she didn't quite explain. As far as her not really complete understanding of the werewolf society worked they were pretty close knit group. That said if one was not part of a group then he was pretty much alone until he becomes part of one. It seems he was just with the luck such that he had not met any of his people. She was not sure if she should consider him lucky or not. He was not being dragged into any great battles his people may have, but also he was alone out in this cruel world.' A puppy... a lost puppy.' Was what she thought of him so far. When suddenly...

* SLAP *

A loud sound echoed across the fast food counter as Elloenora had facepalmed so hard it startled the clerk. It was not surprising considering well her real body. Her wings also shook at the impact, but that was pretty much not possible to see for anyone beside herself.

“A salad?” She asked, tapping her index finger on her forehead still keeping her hand on her face. This was so much worse than she suspected. The clerk would naturally also be confused at the sight of a beautiful woman with open back clothing facepalming like that.

“Alright... a salad...” She said through complete disbelieve to herself.” Also 8 burgers... medium ones plus 2 bottles of mineral water.” Was her order and threw a look at Adam.” 4 of those are for you... NO OBJECTIONS.” She cut the line at him with menacing stare, indicating she was indeed not accepting any complaints. Beside she'd slap him with one of her wings by the head if he tries.

@rivaan

Adam was surprised..and a little gleeful at her reaction. Stil though, he tried to not look too excited at the thought of tasty, tasty burgers.
"Wait..have you met other people like me then, if you knew that?"
Adam was still hopeful.

L.A By Night (Classic World of Darkness: Vampires, Werecreatures, Mages, Demons, Hunters and more)

"Alright, follow me." She stated and gestured for him to do so as she headed out of the alleyway, her plans to fly away falling to pieces now. She kept her wings just slightly relaxed and let further from her body since this early in the mornign there was practically no one ou there to bump into her and if someone showed, she could just pull the wing away quickly so all was good." There's a fast food place over there." She pointed a corner she frequented when she left work at night shifts as today.

"So... why are you alone out here anyway?" She asked without specifying anything just to appear as normal conversation." Don't you usually ask your family about this?" There was the distict possibility of him being an orphan or something which would make sense as of why he's a werewolf searching for werefolies in a CITY of all places. Not that tehre shouldn't be any here, just that from what she had noticed cities were usually more of a vampire thing than werewolves.

"Just order what you want." She said with a smile as they approached. She herself was going to go with 3 medium burgers which was quite a lot for woman her size, but then again well draconic apetite. besides she was not human in the end.

@rivaan

"I..don't really have a family."
"I mean, I have someone taking care of me..but they're not like me."
Adam had a wide grin when ordering food..Ana usually made him eat healthy, so french fries and such were always a treat. Still, he a niggling sense of guilt..
"I'll just have the..chopped Salad, thanks." That was healthy, right? It had to be, it was a salad!

Kingdom Hearts: The Lights of the Multiverse Redux [No Longer Full]

@Rex@Kalzky@Ryougu@SMS@Rockin Strings@Letter Bee@ShadowVentus

James

They had emerged in a large storage room of some sort filled with wailing sirens and ammo crates, a form hiding behind one stack of them, with a large door at each end. Around one door the enemy had surrounded.

Bloody Terminators

Those were the words that popped into James’ head when he saw the soldiers; half of them attempting to prise apart the door, the other half pointing their weapons at him and the others as they arrived. The tanks ceased their fire upon the door and instead turned their large guns towards the group, turbines on the spider tanks sides began to spin and whine.

James felt his keyblade shake violently in his hands as the soldiers charge their weapons and fire beams of searing blue light. For James, the bolts of light appeared to grow slowly out from the guns as magic sped up his mind. He stood between the ticks of a second watching the bolts lazily fly towards him, just as slowly he pulled up his keyblade and twisted around, willing his limbs to move faster. The first bolt slammed into his keyblade and flew off to the sight in a burst of light and a ring.

Time returned to normal and James found himself being bombarded by the soldier’s blasts, being pushed slowly backwards by the force of them as he blocked them from hitting the others standing behind. When a bolt seared a black mark onto his suit James grimaced.

Above the alarms James shouted, “Someone smash’em!”

The barrels of the Spider Tanks shone maliciously.

Natasha

Black smog erupted from the Illusion of Prim; a thick and suffocating thing that felt like sugar paper against the skin. From above it looked like a square that encompassed where the Surge Guardians had stood, but with a small circled in the centre that was clear so Natasha and Drake could see.

Natasha stood with a hand out stretched, despite this though she looked annoyed.

“Why don’t we just kill them now and be done with it!” She snapped.

There were sounds of movements, possibly the guardians hunting for them or just paranoid delusions. Natasha followed her gut and treated them like the first option. Signalling for Drake to follow her as she moved swiftly to a different potion, hands folding the fog around them.

@Arty Fox

Katherine was on the move, her keyblade forming in her hand, even as she weaved a cure spell to cast upon the man who was just shot. After that, she paused, briefly, still getting used to being in combats like this one.

L.A By Night (Classic World of Darkness: Vampires, Werecreatures, Mages, Demons, Hunters and more)

“Well, Adam, my name is Elleonora, nice to meet you.” She said with completely polite and friendly voice as if she just wasn't irritated. True enough she was slightly irritated, but her internal nobility instincts kicked in and she switched to friendly, noble voice and expression, planning to act with utmost patience and understanding of this strangely uncertain and shy looking young man. There was also the fact that well.

“A werewolf?” She repeated slightly amazed and surprised at his question. She chuckled softly, putting a hand in front of her hand. Following that she sighed and smiled to Adam, shacking her head slightly.” How would you come to that conclusion even?” She asked softly, throwing at him a curious glance.” You know what, I will be direct with you, I am not one.” She stated firmly calm voice.” Why, were you searching for one?” She asked, noting the advance of time and the fact sun was to show up not too long from now.” Actually, do you want to go for a breakfast?” She asked finally.” We can talk on the way...”

@rivaan

Adam looked crestfallen. He had really hoped to meet another of his kind, someone would could really explain what was going on with him but..he had a rule.
You never turn down a free meal.
"Yeah..thanks Ell."

L.A By Night (Classic World of Darkness: Vampires, Werecreatures, Mages, Demons, Hunters and more)

'Well this was a thing that happened.' Elleonora thought while the vampire decided to warn her about not showing her real form to anyone or htey were going to have a problem.' Like I can simply show it to anyone...' She thought in irritation, heading back into the alleyway finally. Like an inquisition can do anything to her. She had her wings. As such, she could always just fly away and never return. Normal humans cannot keep up with her unless they have vehicles, but she can move to places where cars cannot follow and from there just head whereever. Well there were other dangers, but in the grand scheme of things, if she wanted to vanish she could.

With a deep breath she swung her wings wide open, their grand appearance looking majestic in hte scarce night lights, her emerald green scales, giving of beautiful green reflections. In this ideal moment as she was about to swing her wings again to take off, another voice reached her ears and she stopped in her tracks, the wings still spread, she barely turned as to not case them to blow air, like a paperfan, into the intruder to her ideal moment.

Her face was calm, but in her mind a variety of emotions had surged.' Are you kidding me?' She thought, looking up and down at the man. The wya he spoke was just weird and frankly suspicious on it's own right. What was his idea of approaching her now htough? It was that vampire's fault. He's mouth got the better of them and now this happened because this one seemed to have heard that 'speech'." Truly tonight is not my lucky night." She finally said, slowly pulling her wings back into folded positions.

"Tell me, what is it that you want?" She asked with quite the elegant voice and intonation." You stated you are cool and not a hunter, but you didn't state your intentions. What is your reason for appraochig me here?" She asked, still also waiting for him to at least introduce himself as was common manners. If you call out to someone, you should at least introduce yourself.

@rivaan

Adam took a deep breath in. He always did have trouble talking with people..and she made him feel..nervous. But he could do this, he got this!
"Uh..I'm Adam and uh.."
Screw it, might as well get straight to the point, no lollygagging.
"Are you a werewolf?"

Kingdom Hearts: The Lights of the Multiverse Redux [No Longer Full]

Natasha

Natasha tentatively wondered how quickly she could jam her fingers in her ears. But as Drake purposely waited she stole a little glass bead into his boot; one of the few shield charms she had left. As Drake left the cockpit so did she from the opposite side Natasha made certain to hit the button for the cargo door of the small ship. The sounds of the doors yawning open from the back followed her out of the cockpit on the other side of the ship.

Sitting out of sight within the Gummi Ships deep Shadow Natasha studied the field before her. Under the beating sun she could fully appreciate how intimidating Pain and Panic truly were as members of the Surge Guardians. Gritting her teeth, she banished this notion and focussed on her next move and watched Mark traipse into the Gummi Ship and return.

She decided on a gamble.

Natasha slipped from beneath the Gummi ship and into Prims shadow. By Prims shoe Natasha counted to sixty before placing her hand on Prim, simultaneously pulling together an illusion of the Girl whilst casting a spell of invisibility.

The illusion kept its look of fear, violet eyes pointed directly at the ground, but Prim herself shot a look down at her ankle where the chill had spread. Natasha looked up to where she assumed Prims face to be and her a finger to her lips.

Stay silent

Natasha heard a small gasp but nothing more. Commending Prims level headedness Natasha pulled on Prims ragged sock, gesturing her to move towards the Gummi Ships underbelly. Prim moved deftly, so light she was she barely left a trace, into the shadow and made herself as small as she could behind it’s landing strut. Feeling that both were safely out of sight Natasha let go of the spell.

“Quiet.” Natasha ordered in a whisper. “You hear fighting, hide in the ship. Understand?”

Prim, with tears silently streaming down her face, simply nodded.

“Listen, you’ll be safe.” Natasha smiled and handed Prim a glass bead, her last one. “Keep hold of this.”

She descended back into the shadows then and slipped her way silently to the illusion. With violet eyes and dirty blonde pigtails, it glanced up at Drake.

She’d had enough of these people.

James

James already had one leg in the latex smelling suit when Seth jumped into another corridor, possibly followed by someone else but James had stopped trying to keep track.

“Where the bloody...” James called after them.

But they were gone and the corridor closed with a pop. The other however remained wide open like a stain. James groaned before resuming his scramble into the space suit.

“Whatever, let’s just get this over with. Come one everyone, choose your colour and let’s get going.” James fell backward onto the ground in a grey suit just like all the others. “We haven’t got all day. Death or glory, death seemingly more likely and all that.”

The suits themselves seemed to be that rare case of ‘one size fits all’ as James felt the elastic material readjust itself around him once he pulled up the zipper on the front all the way to his neck. Shoes and gloves were already attached though James saw no sight of an actual helmet.

“Pardon me.” James moved around the new arrival on his hunt for a helmet. “Don’t suppose you saw any helmets?” A dome suddenly wrapped around his head from the white collar. James yelped in surprise, not that anyone could hear.

For a minute his mouth flapped open and close but no sound could be heard outside the bubble, until he found the switch on the collar by his neck.

“found it. Okay guys I’m going to blow a hole in that station and hopefully catch them by surprise.” His smile was faltering and his voice had an edge that was just shy of being manic.

After tapping away on the keyboard, a dull boom could be heard as if it were from somewhere far away. A faint breeze began towards the black swirling corridor. On the view screen a large hold had now appeared and debris flew out of it, tumbling into the freezing expanse. James ignored it and the bodies that could be seen and instead turned back to the rest of the group.

“Okay. Is everyone ready?” James summoned his keyblade in a flash of light. “They should be busy for a little while now so lets go!”

Waiting for the others to prepare themselves James lead the charge through the Corridor and shot out the other side. He stumbled to a stop and felt his keyblade pour magic into him.

“Oh we’re screwed.”

@Arty Fox

Katherine took a deep, steadying breath as she this..abyss portal looking thing.
"Didn't say anything about freaking demon portals.."
Despite her complaints, she willed her keyblade to appear, and somewhat apprehensively went though.

L.A By Night (Classic World of Darkness: Vampires, Werecreatures, Mages, Demons, Hunters and more)

“Ahhmmm~~~” Elleonora made a pleased sound as she stretched her arms, leaving the building where the self defense classes took place. Today was actually payday so she now had good money in her pocket. Frankly... she was making a living albeit just enough. With the money she got from her side job as model for usually adult magazines, she somehow or other managed to keep just enough money in hand to live a good life with enough luxuries to not have the right to complain about. Well it wasn't always nice because of this dual nature of hers. She felt that half her being was content with this life and the other half hungered for something way greater. She had decided never to complain though, so she simply took life as it was, struggling to maintain the point of equilibrium.

Best thing was that she could take out Jane for lunch tomorrow, after paying her part of the bills. Thus in this fine night, with a smile on her face she slowly walked down the streets, just waiting to reach her favorite side alley where no one was ever present, just so she could take off and stretch her wings properly.

She was currently dressed in low cut jeans and open back frilly shirt made of thin veil like material that was blowing gently by the air as she walked. Elleonora had just about reached the alleyway when she heard a voice call out to her. She turned to the side, raising an eyebrow as she faced the man who talked to her.” What is it that you mea...n... ohh” She started quickly with the standard question to divert from the topic. She was pretty sure there weren't humans who can see her form, but it seemed this one was not human... This was something else. Judging by the pale skin...” Bugger...” She mumbled, making an expression of complex thinking.” Frankly nothing that would concern someone like you. Or to be precise nothing that you should concern with.” She stated, just in case the silly humans were listening. Not that changelings like herself were harmless, far from it. Just that she didn't want to really get involved in anything of this kind. What a bad luck for someone to randomly spot her. He must be using an ability to see through the mask. She really doubted they were looking for her in specific. She very briefly considered just bolting into the alleyway and then flying up.

“Can I help you with something or you just wanted to ask that?” She asked, wanting to know before hse decides on a course of action.

@rivaan

Hector Sea

The woman just nudged him off with a blunt remark, Hector didn't take to kindly to this. Hector's Auspex faded away as his vision returned to normal. He saw that the woman who once had wings protruding out of normal body was now just a normal woman. She must be hiding herself with something. As long as she didn't reveal the supernatural to humans, Hector didn't have a problem with her, but just in case Hector let her off with a warning.

"Reveal that form to any humans and we're going to have a problem. We don't want another Inquisition on our hands, but you're probably too young to know of it." Hector said to the girl. Before she could retort to his warning, Hector dissipated into Dark Shadows and went to his car. He turned the engine on and headed for the church where Lucas was taking shelter.

Hector pulled up to the driveway of the church and took a look around. It was a quaint little place, there was some greenery which you didn't usually see in L.A. Hector could hear the birds chirping-the sun was going to come up soon. He had to be quick about this. He entered the church and used Auspex, locating Lucas easily. He approached him, and as he looked into his eyes he Dominated Lucas. Hector threw a pad and a pen at him, and told him to write down everything he knew about the Demon Cult of Cidahl.

@Grec

Adam was on a walk. This was not uncommon, but lately, his little walks had been..tense. His senses were on overdrive, and it was almost painful, but Adam could deal with pain. It was more how..big the world seemed, ever since he learned about Ada, what she was..and what he was. That..that was more then pain. It was confusion and paranoia and..Adam heard something. There, from that alleyway..he strained his ears..what, don't..reveal that..
Adam's heart thudded a little faster. Maybe it was someone like him in that alleyway. A little voice in his head whispered on how Ada could change too, but still, he had to have hope right? He took a deep breath and headed towards the alleyway. When he finally reached the place he called out to woman, using a soft voice.
"Hey..I uhhh, heard that exchange, and..what form did he mean, and I'm cool, I'm not a hunter or anything.."

L.A By Night (Classic World of Darkness: Vampires, Werecreatures, Mages, Demons, Hunters and more)

Name:Adam Ramiel Michael
Age:15, apparent age 17, 18ish
Species:Garou
Appearance:Very well muscled, tall, some light scarring on his torso and legs, brownish, unkempt hair, bright green eyes.
Personality:Adam's always had anger issues, along with a strong tendency to use brute force as a solution to his problems. He's also stubborn, bull headed at times. He dislikes his own anger, leading to him taking issues with his own judgement, viewing it as clouded. Due to this, he prefers to take orders from people he trusts..which is a short, short list. Not of any dislike of the masses, but a bad habit of only meeting the wrong crowd. Despite all this, Adam has a fairly good sense of right and wrong, if a violent one. Tends to take justice in his own hands, though this tendency has lessened at his mentor's advice.
Biography:Adam grew up, for a short time, in a foster home. The head of the home was a cruel man, and Adam chafed under his petty dictator like behavior. One of his outlets was exercise, something he buried himself in. Despite this outlet he, having already been spending more time out of the "home" then in, finally ran away at 11. He quickly took to a life of petty thievery, drifting around the city. He counted like this for close to a year, until he found an ad for free self defense classes, open to all ages, with a potluck provided on wednesdays. Not one to turn over a free meal, Adam went these classes, figuring they were going to be easy. They were not. The teacher was a hardass, pushing all her students to their limits. Adam took this like a fish to water, quickly finding joy in these lessons, and becoming one of the teacher's star pupils. Soon enough, the teacher began taking notice of Adam's..unstable food and housing situation, and let him stay in the little building she used for teaching. Adam's life was pretty decent, finally taking a turn for the best. This cozy situation only lasted a few years, before his teacher's nature as kindred caused..problems, in this case, enemies attacking her. These rivals struck at her while she and Adam were practicing. It was late with a big bright full moon in the sky, Adam was already angry, and everything went red when his mentor was hit. Adam woke up in his bed, and his mentor explained what happened, and how he Changed, and what she was. Adam's first change was only two weeks ago, and Adam's been learning of the true nature of the world he lives in though his mentor ever since.
Supporting Characters:-Adreana, his mentor. A hardass of a gangrel, fairly old, having been embraced in a south american colony. She's interested in Adam for both the pragmatic reason of having a shapeshifting murder machine on her side, and the not so pragmatic reason of being fairly fond of the kid.

L.A By Night (Classic World of Darkness: Vampires, Werecreatures, Mages, Demons, Hunters and more)

Name:Adam Ramiel Michael
Age:15, apparent age 17, 18ish
Species:Garou
Appearance:Very well muscled, tall, some light scarring on his torso and legs, brownish, unkempt hair, bright green eyes.
Personality:Adam's always had anger issues, along with a strong tendency to use brute force as a solution to his problems. He's also stubborn, bull headed at times. He dislikes his own anger, leading to him taking issues with his own judgement, viewing it as clouded. Due to this, he prefers to take orders from people he trusts..which is a short, short list. Not of any dislike of the masses, but a bad habit of only meeting the wrong crowd. Despite all this, Adam has a fairly good sense of right and wrong, if a violent one. Tends to take justice in his own hands, though this tendency has lessened at his mentor's advice.
Biography:Adam grew up, for a short time, in a foster home. The head of the home was a cruel man, and Adamc chafed under his petty dictator like behavior.One of his outlikes was exercise, something he buried himself in. Despite this outlet he, having already been spending more time out of the "home" then in, finally ran away at 11. He quickly took to a life of petty thievery, drifting around the city. He counted like this for close to a year, until he found an ad for free self defense classes, open to all ages, with a potluck provided on wednesdays. Not one to turn over a free meal, Adam went these classes, figuring they were going to be easy. They were not. The teacher was a hardass, pushing all her students to their limits. Adam took this like a fish to water, quickly finding joy in these lessons, and becoming one of the teacher's star pupils. Soon enough, the teacher began taking notice of Adam's..unstable food and housing situation, and let him stay in the little building she used for teaching. Adam's life was pretty decent, finally taking a turn for the best. This cozy situation only lasted a few years, before his teacher's nature as kindred caused..problems, in this case, enemies attacking her. These rivals struck at her while she and Adam were practicing. It was late with a big bright full moon in the sky, Adam was already angry, and everything went red when his mentor was hit. Adam woke up in his bed, and his mentor explained what happened, and how he Changed, and what she was. Adam's first change was only two weeks ago, and Adam's been learning of the true nature of the world he lives in though his mentor ever since.
Supporting Characters:-Adreana, his mentor. A hardass of a gangrel, fairly old, having been embraced in a south american colony. She's interested in Adam for both the pragmatic reason of having a shapeshifting murder machine on her side, and the not so pragmatic reason of being fairly fond of the kid.