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Post by DanteMGalileo on May 1, 2017 14:37:16 GMT -5
ENTIRE EXPLORATION TEAM KILLED- SHATTERED PIECES OF VASE FOUND NEAR CORPSES.
Ancient illness suspected, bodies in examination.
"That there was a creature in that lake is simply nonsense," says the director of the exploration, who has requested anonymity. "Complete and utter rubbish. I don't know what killed those archeologists, but a creature? Preposterous. What kind of monster could survive in a temple, under a frozen lake, for X thousand years?"
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[Commence Step 1: The Dingy Bar]
"So, you hear 'bout that thing in the north?" Said a tall man with dirty blonde hair. "Do you think that's what Mort I- erm, the director went after?"
"No idea," replied a smaller man with light brown hair. "I don't think the director would go that far for a bounty. Even the greatest hunter of all has his limits."
"Still, makes ya think, eh? It's only a few days off from when we got here."
"Or it could simply be a ridiculous coincidence and a stupid leader."
In the corner, I tended to my tea. It's not as good as my own brew, but it ain't so bad.
"... Also, how long has Leanne's teacher been there, Perce? He gives me the creeps."
"I didn't know he was here until you pointed him out, William."
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on May 1, 2017 16:55:44 GMT -5
"So..." the dragon man mused as he tapped his martini glass. "How long have you been on the island?"
The brown-haired girl sitting across from him chuckled. "I literally just got here a few days ago. Like... the night before that whole... thing happened."
"Riiiiight..." That thing.
It had been only a few days since Paul and Kelsey had met, and considering the nature of their first encounter, it seemed only appropriate that the two start over, if only to make that scenario less awkward in hindsight. The mindsets they had been in during the aflutterfly epidemic led them to haphazardly declare love at first sight, but now that they were cured and thinking straight again, they decided they might as well back up and try again. No sense in pretending it hadn't happened at all, not when there was a chance they could get a friendship out of it if nothing else.
This led them to step one: getting to know each other. Going out for a few drinks seemed like an ideal approach. Paul had suggested coming here, as he had a few times prior on solo ventures.
"I've been here for... about a year myself," Paul continued, pausing briefly to sip his drink.
"What about Kenny?"
"He tells me he arrived a few days before I did. Was pretty much sleeping on the streets before I offered him a place in my hotel room."
"Oh geez..."
Paul shrugged. "He's a tough kid. He's used to less than stellar living conditions. And hey, he's made a pretty great roommate and travelling partner."
"Well, that's good." Kelsey nodded, took a sip of her mojito, then asked, "So you guys get around then, do ya?"
"Haha... Yeah, we've explored just about every peak and valley of this island." Paul leaned an elbow on the table and playfully raised an eyebrow. "I could whisk you away to any hotspot this dimension has to offer at your beckon call, m'lady."
Kelsey smirked back at him. "Slow down, muffin. I'm still getting over the last dragon that tried to hit on me."
"Pfft... Ha!"
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Post by ColArana on May 1, 2017 22:32:51 GMT -5
"Thanks for showing me around. You've been a real help."
"Eh. Don't mention it. Nice to meet someone who doesn't treat me like vermin on sight."
A lone gentleman in a longcoat sat in a corner booth, enjoying a drink. Seemingly conversing with air. ....Except the air was conversing back. Closer inspection would reveal a small speck of a human on the table side across from him.
"The drinks here aren't bad. A bit stronger than I'm used to though."
"This is strong to you? Sounds more like you just have weak shit where you're from?"
The normal sized human seemed to laugh a little bit at that.
"Well maybe so. Even back home they don't have quite as many supernatural beings as here." He responded, taking a drink. "Anyways, I've been starting to keep up with the news around here, and it sounds like something's brewing up north. I realize my profession might not be preferable to many here, but I don't intend to stop. It might be worth looking into."
"Well if you're looking for an Adventure of some kind, you can definitely count me in. Been getting tired of running from alleycats and playing frogger to cross a street."
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Post by ryocker on May 1, 2017 23:59:29 GMT -5
A rather big, fat man sat at one of the tables, drinking down what could only be described as a giant mug of tomato juice. He seemed restless, a brown orb on his table as he put the mug back down. "Stupid temple, not having any treasures," he grumbled, his large teeth grinding a bit. Wario looked less than pleased with a recent haul, looked like.
Further away...
"Never knew a joint like this one existed, Bryn ol pal!" a man in a ski mask chuckled. Jack seemed in high spirits.
"Me neither," his associate smiled, somehow drinking from a tiny cup wearing his boxing gloves. "For a bar, the food selection ain't bad."
"Neither's the hired help, if you know what I mean..."
Bryn looked disgusted. "I think half those girls aren't even human, boss."
"Ask me if I care," the man chuckled.
Even further still, a small woman sat at a corner by herself, unusually alert of the things around her. A vase monster...?
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Post by enigmamystere on May 2, 2017 11:25:24 GMT -5
At an adjacent table, two friends are reconnecting. The taller of the two rolls her eyes and waves her hand. "So yeah, it turns out that I wound up in one of the most dangerous places in the island. How's that for an introduction?"
The smaller one furrows her brow at this, squirming in a chair that wasn't exactly made with quadrupeds in mind. "Huh... I suppose slamming into someone's shins in a video game store is much better in comparison..."
"Not to mention you met someone who was like your sister." She scoffs, resting her head on her hand. "Lucky."
In the middle of the restaurant, dishes are put into a plastic bin as a lone worker cleans up. The burgundy pony can't help but notice everything that goes on around him as he collects dishes, but he makes sure not to comment on anything lest he make a customer angry. He doesn't need to get yelled at again. Sure, it may not be the most flattering job, but it helped pay the bills and keep him in the loop.
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Post by DMis on May 3, 2017 14:56:42 GMT -5
"- followed me because?" A rather annoyed human looked to the horned person across the table from her.
The male seemed calm and relaxed as a spherical medallion hovered between the horns. "Simple. You had my powers during the events of late and I wanted to make sure that there are not any lingering side effects," he answered.
"Bolas. You really don't think I don't know how a set of minds like yours work? You're the over arching villian in the Magic franchise. Have Tezzeret as you main pawn and in other timelines Liliana or Jace," the other noted.
"And you know this how, Artemis?"
The female flipped up a single card with a full image of the aforementioned villian in all his true scaley glory. "Grixis is a wonderful color section," she answered.
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Post by gantzgun74 on May 3, 2017 15:49:46 GMT -5
It was yet another boring day in Club Lobozotah... Or, at least it felt that way for one particular party often involved with the location. It's not like it was the club's fault really, it's just the three in question often thrived a lot more when there was a ruckus and more then a few punches were basically necessary to break things up.
It's not like quiet days weren't nice it's just... Sal had been ESPECIALLY irritable over the last few days and he had been ITCHING for a nose to break all week. Really it only made sense. Just days before, Sal had it all. Sure he had been miniscule, sure he had fairy wings and was a hairy fucker (Which actually wasn't a bad look for him and was definitely inspiration to let his hair grow out), sure he couldn't swear like a sailor... But he had still been an AFLUTTERMOTH, an insectoid being that often ruled as a sort of big-boss for Aflutterflies, energetic, sapient beings that were ruled by nothing more then sheer whimsy. For a little while, he was in control of what essentially counted as a HORDE, an EPIDEMIC. And literally in the same day it was robbed from him before he could really stretch his authority and give it a test drive.
So while Sal sat at the table, tapping his finger claws on the table anxiously, he was almost PRAYING to one of his heathen gods to start a fight so he could get some much needed stress relief.
"Hehehe~." Sitting at the same table, as per the norm, was none other then Bonnie, the dragon girl chuckling at Sal's sour expression. "Aw come on boss~. Why the long face?"
...... Wow, not even a threat to punch her for the awful joke. This must've been an ESPECIALLY bad day.
...... After a moment, Bonnie cleared her throat, leaning forward over the table. "Awwww, boss... Don't be down. You at least had it for a little while~. And it was fun while it lasted right?"
"Yeah.... Fun..." Sal growled, now looking the slightest bit pouty.
Peacock meanwhile sat next to Bonnie as the conversation continued, arms tucked into her sides and her gloved hands holding up an I-pad that appeared to be playing Looney Tunes cartoons. Her grin was so wide that her bear-trap like metal mollars were visible amidst her snickering.
"And besides! You still have me and Pea here~!" Bonnie flicked off Peacock's top hat and proceeded to give the halfway corpse halfway machine a noogie. "We still think your pretty great~!"
"H-HEY!! Knock it off I'm tryin' ta watch my cartoons-! HAHA Yer messin up my hair!"
Sal just huffed, blowing some bangs out of his face.
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"Here you go sir~. Have a nice fuckin' day." Panty was almost sure the man was eyeing her. So she responded by sashaying back to the back room with a slight strut. "But that was one of the nice things about the job, while she was disdainful of it's managers.... Well, ONE of the managers anyway, she was allowed pretty much the liberty of doing things how she liked so long as there weren't official people here to see any of her more crude behaviors.
Once she was back behind the doors of the kitchen, she put down the tray and took a second to stretch. Then she took another to look down at her uniform. It sure was a proper little thing wasn't it-? Not really her idea of course, the manager that she tolerated said that this was the uniform he was going with. Sure she hated authority on a better day, but she supposed bad-talking the manager would only get her tossed out flat on her shapely ass. And, much as she WANTED to leave, she basically knew finding another job somewhere would've been next to impossible given her own reputation with jobs. She and her sister Stocking had numerous jobs they were basically fired from on their first day after all...
With a grunt, she went over to a drink dispenser, grabbed a small plastic cup and poured some water, taking a quick drink of it.
The cold water did a number for her nerves and the building annoyance at the monotony of it all.
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Post by DanteMGalileo on May 3, 2017 16:37:18 GMT -5
"So," I said, scooting up to a certain tiny lady, still holding my tea. A blonde-haired waitress brought a dish to ol' Soly. "I take it you heard the news? You think it's who I know it is?"
Judging by her reaction, and the dish of steak and mushroom gravy smashed into my face, I'd say she agreed with me. "Love ya too. I'll get ya a new one."
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"And he's doing the bloody hit on people who really ought not to be hit on routine again," Percy said, clicking his tongue. What appeared to be a shepherd's pie with a side of odd-looking sausages was set down by the waitress. "Thank you, ma'am, just watch out for the white-haired man. He's a bit of a scoundrel."
"Yeah. Some folks just don't learn, eh?" William said, shaking his head. A stew full of meat and vegetables was set before him. "Thanks."
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"I can't believe it! Things are actually going right for one night!" Lobo said in an oddly good mood. This was quickly broken when the drink he was mixing suddenly splashed in his face. Glaring at the DJ, the glass itself shattered in his hand. "THAT WAS NOT A FUCKIN' INVITE!!"
Loba blew it off with a wave of her hand. "Didn't wanna disappoint you."
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on May 3, 2017 16:52:04 GMT -5
"I gotta say..." Kelsey murmured, drumming her fingers on the table. "This place is... crazy. Like, I've had to deal with some hectic stuff back home, but it seems like every day I've been here has been some sort of grand spectacle of insanity. I don't know if I can manage that for very long."
Paul shrugged. "I can understand that. I wouldn't say that something goes awry every day, at least not within my vicinity, but I won't deny that when things get chaotic, they get chaotic as all hell. Not everyone can live like that."
He frowned and tilted his head at Kelsey. "Does this mean you're... not planning on staying very long?"
"That was kinda the plan from the start," Kelsey sighed. "Ever since I landed here, I promised myself that I would explore as much as I wanted in as short amount of time as possible, then get back home."
"Got things to do there?"
"Yeah. Got school to finish and, uh... demons to fight."
"Demons?" Paul leaned in slightly, resting his chin in his hand. "Like... literal demons? You don't say."
Kelsey took a deep breath. "Yes... literal demons. I've been granted the power to combat the demonic forces invading my world... with the end goal being to separate a ring of archdemons from the humans they're possessing and banish them to oblivion."
"Wow..." Paul blinked. "And you're doing this by yourself?"
"Um... Not exactly..."
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Post by ColArana on May 4, 2017 4:53:40 GMT -5
Alaric started to explain the details of the news to Ranuen, while the two of them scanned the room.
"Apparently an exploration team ran into trouble up north." Alaric said, taking note of the rather unhappy fat man grumbling to himself, then his eyes travelling over to the two gentlemen in boxing gloves and a ski mask respectively. "....It's really going to take me awhile to get used to this place." He decided out loud.
"You do eventually get used to it." Ranuen replied, taking note of a... pony.... sitting in the establishment. He blinked a few times. Well, that was a new one for him. Though nothing beyond that, Ranuen had long since learned to shrug off the various denizens of this world. Still, surprise was always still surprise. The miniature swordsman finished off his drink, kicking the bottom of the shot glass to tilt it toward him, since actually lifting the damn thing was not happening at his height. "What kind of trouble?"
Alaric gave a bemused smile again, now noting the horned being discoursing with an annoyed human, and went back to his drink, finishing it in a final shot. "If you say so." He said. "And it sounds like the deadly kind." He answered, considering signalling for another round of drinks at his table for himself and Ranuen.
"Well that IS my favorite kind of trouble." Ranuen grinned at that, though the grin faltered, when he noticed the strutting form of Panty Anarchy. One of the few people he recognized, and he cringed, remembering the last meeting he had with her in here. "Frick, why is she here? Does she actually work here!?" He growled, noting the waitress uniform. His grin returned though, when he noticed Paul was also there. Another person who had treated him fairly well upon meeting. He doubted waving would get Paul's attention, small as he was, but it was good to see the guy around.
"See people around you know?" Alaric asked, glancing at the final trio in the room, his brow furrowing for a moment, before looking away. He didn't want to stare at anyone for too long, and risk starting something.
"A couple."
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Post by ryocker on May 4, 2017 12:57:52 GMT -5
The plate of food splattered the white haired man relatively fast. "I know full well whom the jar refers to," she offered, eyes looking around. "I also know you won't be trying to help me in my mission... so what is it you want, feather head?" She took a long sip of green tea... her true form revealed to him and him alone.
The slashed pupil of her right eye was odd, resembling a 0 with a \ through it. Her ears were also oddly shaped, long and thick triangles at the side of her head, a collection of studs along both. Most interesting were her missing digits and her mechanical left eye... and right arm, not to mention her light red skin and the horns on her head...
(OOC: Four fingered hands)
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"You have one too, toots!" Jack replied, chuckling to himself as Panty strolled away. "Best. Coke. Ever."
"Boss, we're in public," Bryn groaned. "Seriously, what would Sparrow think?"
"He's got wandering eyes too."
"Gisella wouldn't approve at all..." Jack rolled his eyes.
"Why should I care what my team-mates think of me, Bryn? We all got vices. I know you've been watching the horses in here."
The football helmeted man scowled. "I just think they're cute, boss."
"And I think the potty mouthed blond is gorgeous, so enough said." He sipped his drink, Bryn leaning back with a groan.
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An absolutely massive burger was set near Wario, the fat man just grumbling. "Thanks, I guess," he sighed. He didn't even look up, just staring the burger down. Without his anger to fall back on, he just looked sad.
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Post by enigmamystere on May 4, 2017 13:09:39 GMT -5
Daring's ears fold back as she heaves a tiny sigh. "...so who all is watching me, right now?"
"Honestly? I'm not sure." The horse-eared girl leans back, drinking her cider as she quietly observes everyone else around. "Best guess... probably two or three. I can't see everything going on in here, though."
She snorts, simply eating her small snack. "You know, I think I'm starting to understand what was going on back in Remnant for you and the other Faunus."
"Just because you were cute didn't mean that they weren't discriminating against you too."
The pony just rolls her eyes, resting her cheek against a hoof. "Thank you so much for that, Sky."
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The red pegasus stops next to the blonde woman as she passes, eyeing her curiously, wondering how she could get away with how she acts. Then, shaking his head, he walks over to the table she just left, taking a few glasses that were left behind and putting them into the tub on his back. He nods to himself, seeing as how he got all the glasses and plates that needed to be picked up, from what he could tell.
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Post by DMis on May 7, 2017 21:22:22 GMT -5
"So you already probably know my past. And I know a majority of yours. My work doesn't come cheap and that taste of power was rather nice," Artemis offered. "And last I checked you're not as much of a god as you think you are now. You've been stripped of some power."
Bolas glared at the woman across from him. "And you're positive you can blackmail me?"
"I had your powers and your spark. Amonkhet is only a stepping stone isn't it?" Artemis replied calmly. Her face showing no emotion. "What would others think with your strengths and magic? You saw how I was able to use your magic in ways you couldn't imagine. My price is to teach me how to do those things. Not to walk between the worlds but to use magic. I maybe an artificial being but I bleed just like you."
"Not exactly like me. You're blood doesn't crystalize," Bolas noted.
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A blue lion was quietly eating what seemed to be some type of bizarre steak and chips.
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Post by gantzgun74 on May 18, 2017 1:36:58 GMT -5
With the young demons, it looked like Sal had calmed down the slightest bit, though he was still pouting like a little child. He wasn't really sure why, but watching Bonnie and Peacock interact always had this sort of effect on him. Maybe this was how having friends was supposed to feel? .... BAH, NO WAY. Bonnie and Peacock were co-workers, little more... Growling under his breath, he decided to focus back again on the club. Taking in the various bar goers about. It was the same nauseating amounts of human, if not mortal, filth that filled this club as nauseatingly often as always. Nothing disconcerting, nothing troubling, nothing-
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Hold the phone....
Who was that person in the corner...?
...... Whoever he was, Sal could tell right off...
He was hiding it very well sure enough... But there was a potential about him... Something that made him stand out from the other humans in this club...
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Post by DanteMGalileo on May 18, 2017 10:43:02 GMT -5
"Oh, I just thought I'd have a pleasant talk with my archenemy. Y'know, maybe discuss what we're gonna do, where you're gonna chase me this time, old time, right, buddy?"
I grinned maniacally, although Soly was far too used to my dashing good looks to be startled. I also noted a prying gaze at me from afar...
Sal would be aware of three words being etched into his mind...
I SEE YOU.
A tall figure with two-toned hair, dark clothes, and an eyepatch limped in on what appeared to be a modified crowbar. This newcomer frowned at the hustle and bustle, making their way towards the corner...
"Aw, crap." At that, Lark attempted to hide under the table, but it was too late. Seeker had already spotted the white-haired man. Fortunately, the eyepatched individual seemed to ignore him.
"That scoundrel is a friend of your's?" They asked. Not for friendly conversation, but as questioning.
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"Perce, we've got company. Seeker's here," William said, placing down his fork, pointing out the figure with the two-toned hair and eyepatch.
"Great." Percy groaned, actually dropping the fork in his hand. "Please tell me Flint and Val aren't with him."
"Doesn't look like it. Looks like she's alone."
"Weapons ready, you reckon?"
"Yeah. Weapons ready."
A steel sword with a multicoloured stone on the hilt manifested itself inside Percy's coat. A sword handle with a blue stone seemed to suddenly appear on William's lap.
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After obtaining a simple tea set, Seeker had set it out for three... Stirring in just a pinch of sugar, they resumed their conversation with the imp.
"He's a notorious figure back in our world... Vanishes for decades at a time, only to reappear, no older. It's quite mysterious, wouldn't you agree?"
As Seeker was hopefully distracted by Soly, I decided to try sneaking out. Crawling wasn't my style, but it'd have to do.
Of course, I could be smacked by the crowbar gun, too. "Ow..." I moaned, rubbing my beautiful head where the cruel mental had struck it.
"You're not going anywhere."
A gunshot could be heard from the corner, as Seeker fired the crowbar gun.
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This actually caught Lobo off-guard, resulting in him dropping the glass he was cleaning. "W-Whoa?! Who fired the cannon?!"
Loba popped up, looking unfazed by the noise. "There's gonna be a brawl soon. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to find a perch..."
"Oh come- come on! We can't just let this happen- SECURITY, YOU KNOW THE DRILL, 50% PAY RAISE FOR WHOEVER CATCHES THE CULPRIT."
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"Knew it. C'mon, William, let's get the one-eyed freak."
"Actually, I think she's normal under that-"
"Details later! We need to stop Seeker before he kills your sister's teacher!"
"Fine, fine..."
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