Rhaevnn Xeno

Playground of the Omniverse

Alrighty, post will be up in a few minutes (after I edit it), but something I would like put up there. Just for this weekend, mainly because I haven't been consistent with my postings and I would like to get the post cycle back on the weekends, I will be posting twice. Whoever responds by Sunday, I will be putting up another post.

But yes, enjoy guys!

Playground of the Omniverse

~IN THE BEGINNING~
Time: Second Hour and Second Quarter of MiddleDay

Old Boar's Inn; Lobby
[Locien/Ganti]

Locien, who had still been eyeing the bar, would gaze back into the empty tankard in hand, in an almost musing manner. A small, knowing smile crept onto his face as his green eyes wandered back up to his ragged, white haired companion. 'And so, the bard meets with the hunter, fates now bound. The Fall cometh, as foreseen by the fifth of her ki--'

The elven bard's thoughts would be interrupted by a sharp hiss of air, causing his glazed gaze to fall upon a red shirted woman, her mischievous eyes looking to his as she said, "Hey. Hey guy. Hey, is he with you?” Locien followed her popped thumb to unconscious Alec, and then to the gold coin she slid on to the table. "Well, mate." The silver tongue danced behind slowly revealing pearly whites, "He could be, but another two coins, and I don't even know who you're talking about." A hand thrummed his cittern, a solid chord coming from the wooden instrument as a devilish smile came from Locien...

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The Old Boar's Inn; Bar
[Missile/Pullo/Kresnik]

Bruce's beady eyes sparked dangerously as a hairless eyebrow raised in response to Kresnik's request, "No need to run a golden spell on me, bloodsucker. You can just ask." With obvious annoyance, the sharkman would turn to apparently disappear behind the kitchen doors. However, halted at Missile's request and comment. The huge frame of the land shark began to heave, his huge lungs audibly taking in air, words being spoken behind a clenched jaw. "The cobblers... are... excellent." Heavy footsteps shook the floor Bruce almost seemed to grow, his massive body slowly beginning to tower over the diclonious and her lover. “The cobblers… are delicious…” His massive hands were now clenching the sides of the counter, which were crunching under the massive pressure of his flexing muscles…

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???
[Alec]

The sense of satisfaction that had washed over Alec would not last for long. For as he felt it, something shifted in the scene before him. The ever present shade around his person would melt into nothing, and then:

She was there. His wife, in a bloody, broken form standing before him, bloody tears falling over her cheeks as a crumpled hand slowly rose to point accusingly at the demigod. Her voice was pain filled, hollow, echoing into the darkness she had been molded from, “Why?”

“Why couldn’t you save me, my love? Why couldn’t you bring me back to you?”

“Why?”

Suddenly her face twisted to a jaw full of teeth, a bottomless black hole as her torn, broken form leapt at him, a terrible scream issued into the black,

“WHY?!”

His wife would be heavy, and reek of death. Her dagger filled mouth would lunge at his throat, torso, anything to rip her husband to shreds…

Playground of the Omniverse

Alrighty, so. The plan was to post tonight, but unfortunately, a college project snuck up on me >.>;; However, I definitely be posting tomorrow before I go to bed (hopefully, sooner than this, but expectations).

@KitN
Feel better! I can only imagine the pain. e_e

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That would be glorious xD

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Lionheart said
My question is, are there any limitations to what characters we can submit? Like could I submit Obi-Wan Kenobi, or Cloud Strife or something as my character?

Somehow, I totally missed this. O_o

No limitations - if you really wanted to sumbit Obi-Wan, or Cloud Strife, be my guest. Just know that the GM is... less kind to these characters. xD

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Nooo, Nilly! :c Feel better!

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Alrighty, post is up! Enjoy guys!

Playground of the Omniverse

~IN THE BEGINNING~
Time: Second Hour and First Quarter of MiddleDay

Old Boar's Inn; Lobby
[Kresnik/Locien]

Locien would shudder as Kresnik gave his name, though whether from dread or pleasure, the dhampir would be unable to tell. Likewise, the shudder would come once more as Kresnik spoke his piece, once again vowing the destruction of the coven, no matter the odds or power. A sudden twinge of the elf's right eye would be a subtle expression on the bard's face (and more than likely missed by anyone), but it would disappear as the cittern stopped and the elf began scooting out of the booth. "Well, that depends, mate." Locien would state, scanning over the bar with a sigh. The Old Boar's Inn had begun to fill once more, almost as if it were always meant to be filled with people and creature (and in all honesty, not even the most violent fight had ever caused the inn to lose business - it was, after all, the center piece of The Lows). "It depends on how eager you are to smite the foul creatures of policy and magic. It depends on supplies and demand of those supplies. It depends on contacts, and traveling companions of this oh, so grand endeavor. It depends on the dependability of the depended factions and factors, aye?" In all of this banter, Locien had cast his gloved hands this way and that, pointing in meangingless directions (or so it would seem). On top of this, a wink was cast in the direction of the darkened hunter before scooping up cittern once more to play a series of dramatic chords. "Supplies will be easy, as there is always one willing to sell or barter the necessities of any sort in these walls. Contacts, though limited, I can provide, and companions... well." Green eyes were directed over the shoulder to Kresnik to the growing crowd, "Those can be found here or naught." A harsh twang of the strings was finished with a final thought,

"The hero must decide before the action can be taken."

Meanwhile, a few noticeable things could, and most likely would, be observed. One, the inn was filling. Two, the "mess" that Kresnik had left was being cleaned away by the smaller girl that Kresnik had saved, one way or another, and three: Locien was looking over the empty tankards once more and looking longingly at the bar, which had now been graced with the presence of a loud mouthed rogue and a...fairy?

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The Old Boar's Inn; Bar
[Missile/Pullo/Ganti]

Surprisingly, Bruce would respond to Ganti's "thug" speech pattern, throwing up a quick gang sign before pounding the bar, speaking in his deep voice, "Don't make pack a cap in yo', mutafuka." His eyes gleamed dangerously as his massive frame looked down, "Yo' gotta loud mouth on yo' foo." Luckily, Gaudette's mannerisms calmed the bartender and he was clearly extremely agitated, muttering under his breath, "Tch--now gonna have to fix up the bae cuz of yo' fucked up..." The beady eyes would refocus themselves on Ganti, answering gruffly, "Yeah, that foo," jerking a finger the direction of booth, "busted up the joint like some freakshow." His big head shook from side to side slowly, "Ain't nevah seen anyt'ing like it."

The booth had a strangely clad elf with a jester hat, playing some sort of guitar instrument. The fool he looked, and from his mannerisms, the fool he would be most likely assumed. However, the guy sitting across from him - he was practically death incarnate, from his strange glove to his dark clothing.

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The WildWood; West Hemisquare
[Garret]

The red cloaked figure would be impossible, but the more Garret persisted, the more playful the figure would become, turning its hooded face to see if Garret was still following, and even bending at the waist and beckoning with the crook of its clawed finger, its face wrinkled in mischief. However, when the chase ended, it would stand straight, the wispy folds would swirl around it before settling flat against its body.

“Why do you give into defeat, so easily, oh brave knight?” the creature would giggle in a girlish tone. “To chase is to seek, to seek is to discover, and to discover is to expose.” With each of phase, the (apparently) female would take a series of strides, in an almost seductive manner, her scarlet dress swishing with every stride. By the end of her logical sequence, she would be not two arms lengths from the knight. “If you chased me, what is it that you hoped to expose, hm?” Another giggle issued from her delicate mouth as she turned and wheeled, a flurry of red displayed in a flamboyant way fanning the air, her graceful movement allowing her to move yet another arm’s length away…

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???
[Alec]

At this moment, faces surrounded Alec - laughing taunting faces from the past. Anyone who could have been from the past, any naysayer, bully, kicker of pride, and the like would mock Alec, spitting on him, ridiculing him, despising him. The entire experience would whirl Alec around and around, all the world around him spinning with the smells and sound, turning turning, turning…

Stop.

Alec would find himself in a new room - or was it? The surrounding darkness completely enveloped him, collapsing around the small light of his soul, which even now would feel as if it were a small candle flame slowly burning into extinguishment. It would feel as if the shadows were gnawing at him, maddening his psyche and crushing his very existence…

And then, a voice. It was dark, menacing, delighted. “Hello Alec.” A series of whispers would come from all around him, issuing little giggles of menacing delight:

“Yes, Alec”
“Hi Alec”
“Oh, greetings, Alec.”

Silence…

The Prophecy

Morgan's thought process was interrupted by a booming, hoarse voice,

"Hurry and speak up, what's your part in this? Are you victim or ally?"

The demand caused the vampire to turn, only to see the gruff voiced belonging to the new arrival. Even in the midst of the tense situation, the sniffer couldn't help but smile inwardly - penin usually had such an affect on him... though his question didn't seem directed at anyone particular. A sudden surge of energy pulsated from the stranger and Morgan immediately recognized it as (possible) intricate spell weaving. All at one the element of surprise had presented itself. 'Surely, The Fixer couldn't fight three skilled warriors at once...

"I am-" A cautionary hand was raised, gesturing that no harm was meant, "I am a friend." The same hand would swing horizontally, pointing back to the fighting hooded men, his red eyes following the gesture, "But he is no--" Morgan would find himself pointing into thin air, only to hear the battle on going in the distance behind him. Turning quickly on his heel, the sniffer would begin to spring out of the alley, the folds of his loose clothing shadowing his speedy actions as he called over his shoulder to the penin, "The bloody smile is the enemy - he'll kill us all unless we stop him!" His heart pounded in his ears as his unnatural speed accelerated his limbs, bound feet racing towards the duel of assassins. 'He needs to follow.' Eyes gathered where the red hooded mercenary had reengaged his quarry - the same place that Blue had conversed with him. The details of the fight were hard to exactly decide who was winning, but if the myths of The Fixer held even a grain of truth... If he doesn't, we will have no chance of survival.

The idea was to get close enough to jump into the fray itself and help the mercenary, but... 'Can I make it? Morgan thought anxiously, almost to the wall... However, the fight had shifted, both figures plummeting towards the earth. The sniffer's body suddenly shifted directions, though the momentum of his speed caused his form to skid across the stoned ground, kicking up dust and some loose pebbles. Morgan's left would prepare itself to make contact with the wall he would more than likely going to collide into. With any luck, the vampire would be able to propel himself from the incoming wall, and begin sprinting once more towards The Fixer. With this momentum, two options could picked from.

Option one: if the Fixer managed to be the one on top once both fighters hit the ground, Morgan would be able to perform a flying tackle, hopefully catching The Fixer off guard and giving the upper hand to the sellsword. Option two: "Ixie" would be the one on top and Morgan would be able to either perform a sliding kick to The Fixer's body, adding more injuries to the one's his ally would more than likely provide or Morgan would be able to pole-vault himself over the pair and let the red hooded man finish the job.

Either way, the vampire rushed forward, his heart still thumping in his ears...

Playground of the Omniverse

Guys, I apologize for the late post. I'm almost done writing it up, but I'm completely wiped from today. I will definitely have it up by tomorrow. <3