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Cross Effects: Rebirth (2.0) The RP
Ivan The Mouse:
It snowed in the strange city next day, as the streets, sky and the tops of the buildings turned white and as cold as ice. For Rattus, it was a surprising turn of weather because the temperature yesterday didn't give any sign that would signify such. As a result, he was forced to wear his double-breasted leather trench coat, leather gloves and steel-toed military boots when he went outside. And since he saw himself wearing this all-black attire because of the weather, he ultimately decided to search for new contacts in the city, not as a businessman who wants to start a steel-making firm but as the arms dealer he always was when he started anew after his own country's grim regime. Besides, he thought that there would be limited visibility gained by the weather that time, so he took this to his advantage to carry on his clandestine profession.
He parked his Kubelwagen outside in a paid lot away from the Manor to begin his thorough search for people who would buy his merchandise. Yukina decided to stay home and play the newest Mario Kart because of the weather while Neo went bar-hopping by himself, not mellowing out after being tossed by a colossal summoned creature because of his incessant attitude of offending and insulting people. He didn't mind being alone as long as he didn't saw any prospect that can potentially put him into a heavy combat situation, as it was his personal standard operating procedure to carry sidearms in his person whether he was going outside.
After maybe an hour of walking outside to meet contacts and eventually making deals with a few shady figures who want to procure or sell weapons either by bulk or by individual, he came across a building that looked like a warehouse. He was not about to pay any attention to it because of its windowless exterior but he came to a realization that a warehouse like this seemed so out-of-place in the neighborhood he was walking in, so the structure seemed to be shady for him. As such, he decided to approach it and see what it contained.
Upon approaching the warehouse-like structure, the first thing he saw was something really unusual, not considering that the city was a hotspot for unusual occurrences. He saw a creature, a metallic bird-like entity with leathery wings on its back, dabbling in the snow. What the bird was doing internally puzzled Rattus for a while, before realizing it might be playing with it after it gave out the impression that it was amused by what it was doing. Still, a bird-like creature playing with the snow in front of an out-of-place warehouse-like structure gave him the hint that there was something going on inside the building.
And so, he approached the doorway of this building and knocked three times on it, in order to call attention to any occupants inside it.
Knick:
Zolgen
Zolgen watched as a large incision was made in the creature. As the cut was made the binding spell which coated the surface of the thing expanded into its body and began pulling it apart, opening it up like he would a cadaver.
And yet there was nothing. Just a singular type of flesh and what looked like bones. Frowning Zolgen made his familiars cut more into it. But yet no matter where inside the body it was examined it was the same. It consisted simply of a uniform flesh-like substance with bones for structure, nothing more, not even any detectable prana or mana.
“How peculiar.” He mumbled, such a creature should not be possible. There was no blood, no organs, or even any prana that would sustain such an existence.
Moving his Familiars into an attached bubble he made them dissolve in powerful acid, carful to not risk contamination. And then Zolgen raised a single hand to the bubble that held the thing, careful not to touch it and began to speak.
“Zeigen” A single word escaped his lips, a powerful analysis spell he developed during his years of research, normally useful to finding out the existence of a captured familiar’s master or the origin of a magical construct.
And then he saw it, dark abyss, and an infinite amount of eyes staring at him, something far greater then himself. But yet Zolgen stood unflinching. And then he severed the connection and looked down at the creature. “I see, so there are more of you. You are simply a small sliver.”
He then turned his head to Grigori, “Do you mind if I destroy this… thing? There is no more information to collect from it truly. It is simply a fraction of a whole, most likely a throwaway part.” He glanced at it, “I have collected all I need.”
Benjamin
Benjamin would not admit it to anyone but he was actually enjoying this. A business opportunity which was mixed with pleasure was rare and something he greatly loved having the opportunity to experience, not to mention the Queen was rather impressive to watch. He stood on the roof of a building as he shoots pressurized streams down at fleeing targets, making sure not to hit unrelated folk.
And then something blitzed him and sent him flying. He was unable to collect his bearings before he hit the ground, oddly landing right next to Lorelei almost as if it was intended.
Slowing getting up he gripped his cannons tighter. That actually hurt, not the fall of course but whatever hit him. Slowly he looked around with his magic eye, trying to find what it was.
And then something land on top of a streetlight.
“Ya know. I have seen kids with a lot of problems. But it is rare to see a pair that pisses me off as much as you have.”
It was a cat. It stood on its hind legs and had an eye patch and yellow jacket. On its back were a pair of swords that shared the same sheath.
“Now normally, I would let other people handle it. I prefer to not get involved with the crazies of the city. It gives my shop bad publicity, ya know?”
The cat looked down at the pair with nothing but contempt and anger.
“But with what you two young’uns are doing, I have to draw a line.”
Mooncake:
--- Quote from: Arch-Magos Winter on July 26, 2014, 05:14:03 AM ---Archer eyed the quick tourniquet with the eye of one who'd had to make more than a few himself.
"One. Two. Three, pull the sodding thing out!"
On three, Archer yanked the rebar free like he'd done before, hard and sudden. Blood spurted out - not unexpected, considering the location. A nicked artery for sure. The scent of iron filled the air and Archer felt some splatter against his front. Far less than there would be without that tourniquet, he could tell.
"Break that arm into place." Archer said quickly, stepping out of the way for Forest to do her work - this was a little out of his range of expertise.
--- End quote ---
The redhead's eyes shot open as the bar was removed from his arm, the muscle, skin, and bone immediately knitting themselves back into proper place as it was removed. Coughing, he tried to move, but Karna's iron grip prevented him from so much as twitching. The redhead's brow narrowed in irritation, though he looked to all the world like a petulant child.
"...Thank you."
With those words that could be mistaken for just another breath escaping his lips, the redhead looked at the people surrounding him with that same sort of grumpiness, that, truth be told, made him seem sillier instead of serious. His eyes were drawn to the large piece of a castle pillar that was stuck through his chest - it was a wonder he could even be moving, with something like that in his body. Though it seemed to take some effort, he twitched his hand towards the stone, silently asking for them to remove that next.
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Gilgamesh snarled at the fleeing figure, his visage horrible to behold.
"When I meet you again, coward, I will destroy you wholly!"
The angry King made to leave his perch, idly casting his gaze upon the ground where the wingless dragon and its green-haired companion stood. Its... green-haired companion. Gilgamesh looked closer, scarcely believing his own, perfect eyes.
The one that stood next to the wingless dragon could be mistaken for either a woman or a man, their body cloaked in a simple robe that suggested formlessness, that of a being made from clay. It could not be. There was no way that this being, that stood before him, could be the one and only friend the Golden King had ever had and would have, Enki-
--- Quote from: Daiki on July 22, 2014, 12:01:32 AM ---"My King."
--- End quote ---
The Gate of Babylon was dismissed, and Gilgamesh landed on the ground before Enkidu, his red eyes wide in disbelief. The silence stretched out as the Original King beheld his friend, his attention solely on Enkidu's face. Ramesses, Ishtar, and all the gods of the earth could have come before him and Gilgamesh would not have taken heed - indeed, he was completely speechless.
In that moment Gilgamesh burst out into laughter and swept Enkidu off his feet. Whirling him around in a bone-crushing hug, Gilgamesh seemed almost human, his face relieved beyond description. Setting Enkidu back down on his feet, the creation of the gods was bombarded with questions.
"How are you here? How are you still alive, Enkidu? I thought you," the King's voice almost seemed to stumble for a moment, before continuing on. "I thought you dead. I saw you die. How are you here, in this city?"
It was completely out of character for Gilgamesh to be like this, but so overjoyed was he at the appearance of Enkidu that he could not contain himself. The world seemed brighter already.
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--- Quote from: Knick on July 23, 2014, 02:28:21 AM ---
Amelia held her hand up into the air as the small boy hugged her and claimed her to be his sister.
“H-huh! W-what do you mean. I-“ Amelia stuttered confused and surprised at the odd boys actions.
--- End quote ---
Wanderer's hand stilled in the air between them, his eyes carefully observing the boy.
--- Quote from: Umbra of Chaos on July 22, 2014, 10:27:21 PM ---"He followed you here. Should I kill him?"
--- End quote ---
Joy.
Wanderer forced a smile at the sickness.
"You can try if you like, but I'd rather not die all the same."
--- Quote from: Knick on July 23, 2014, 02:28:21 AM ---No, no, no. This man was an innocent; innocents are not to be harmed unless they get in her way. But this man was not doing that. He just wanted to help her.
“NO, YOU SHOULDN’T KILL.” She screamed, then she got very quiet “You shouldn’t kill. Killing is bad…” Her voice dropped off that the end.
She somewhat realized the hypocrisy of her words. But in this case there was no other answer. It was day and this man was an innocent, and this was a boy, even if he was odd. To take someone’s life was the furthest thing from her mind. And it was something he should not bloody his hands with.
--- End quote ---
Wanderer's face was solemn as he regarded the girl. Lifting his hand as both a warning gesture and a symbol for peace towards the boy, he walked over to Amy, and carefully put his hand on her shoulder, slowly, so as not to spark her reflexes. The brim of his hat still covered his eyes as he leaned in towards her, still slow enough to not rouse her.
"You know, I'd have to agree with you, but I'll say one more thing," He gently squeezed her shoulder. "I've found that it is the intent behind things that make them good or bad. Some things are evil, and some things are good, and right, but for the most part, what you put into it is what you get out. If you walk the path of good, as long as you don't stray too far from that path, things will turn out well in the end."
There was both a quiet conviction and sadness in his voice, but it was obvious that he believed them to be true. Having said his piece, the wanderer, softly clapped Amy on the shoulder and stood upright. Walking past her on the soft coating of snow that covered the ground, the cowboy lifted a hand in farewell. From what he'd seen, she could handle whatever happened with the boy on her own, and he'd tarried here long enough. His voice drifting back to the two on the breeze.
"Good luck. If you want to do something right, it's hard, but it's worth it in the end."
Daiki:
Kyle scratched his head as the faerie shadow-walked out of the room. "Could've taken me there with you, damn it." The ruckus downstairs didn't escape his own attention so he too headed there. On his way, he came across a tall man with a tan and white hair accompanying a girl apparently in her teens. She looked a bit tired, probably woke up recently. These guys were very likely to be guests.
The black man addressed a wide smile to the couple, "Morning guys," before storming down the few stairs left and reaching the basement. He approached the infirmary and stopped motion as soon as he entered the room.
What's that horrendous smell??
He covered his nose with his arm as a reflex before looking for the culprit. Kyle had seen dead many times in the past and saw some creepy and disturbing stuff for as long as he remembered. But this, was something going beyond that. There was an unnatural remnant of corruption in this very room and it came from that soldier girl. The wound was festering and he could even perceive some 'extra' life in this cut. The fragrance was strong enough to make a zombie carcass that had been rotting for hours under an equatorial sun compare to a nice perfume. He had to force himself to breath through the mouth to avoid emptying his stomach right where he stood.
Other people were tending to a man with apparently a piece of building piercing his torso. Forest was there, and the guy seemed to have all the help he needed for now. Couldn't tell the same for the poor girl.
--- Quote from: ??? ---Hey, I hate to bother you all. But, I need someone to get the rest of my equipment. And I have another new patient.
--- End quote ---
Apparently this guy knew what he was doing. He didn't smell quite human but that wasn't important right now. Kyle closed the distance with the soldiers and offered an encouraging tap on the man who looked clearly at loss about what to do. The man clearly needed to focus on something while his companion would receive whatever treatment could be done.
"Come on, man. Let's go fetch the rest of the doc's stuff."
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Enkidu couldn't help but laugh in earnest seeing his old friend once again. Soon, he was assaulted by the King's curiosity and answered serenely.
"I'm sorry if I have burdened you with unnecessary pain. I thought myself dead too. What happened to me after we parted ways, I do not understand it myself. It felt... similar to a long slumber. Never truly conscious nor really awake. I simply wandered in thoughts for a period. I could tell time was passing but I had no way to tell how much. I was not master of my own body, only fated to stay in this state without the possibility to interact with the world beyond my own mind. My only wish was to meet once again my precious friend."
He paused and instant and his arm reached for Gilgamesh's, sealing them in a forearm handshake.
"I woke up recently in this strange town, in an age where gods have ceased to exist. What were the odds that our paths would overlap in this day and place? I do not know why we could meet again but, I entertain the idea that our bond was stronger than concepts of time and death. In the end, there is nothing anormal about a treasure to go back to the one it belongs to?"
Then, Enkidu gestured for the dragon to come closer. "This dragon is a companion of mine, he proved to have a strong will and noble heart. Sadly, I cannot understand it for the Unified Language does not seem to be used these days. Still, he proved its valor and fought by my side. Although I do not know its name, he's worthy of praise." Enkidu then spoke to the wyrm directly. "Wingless One, this is Gilgamesh, King of Uruk and my old friend."
Then, there was the phenix who had come to their help out of its own will. Enkidu, gestured to the fire bird to come land on his shoulder. "This one joined as well. I am not sure why, but it looks somewhat familiar."
Lycodrake:
Lycodrake Aptera
--- Quote from: Daiki on July 29, 2014, 06:31:01 PM ---Then, Enkidu gestured for the dragon to come closer. "This dragon is a companion of mine, he proved to have a strong will and noble heart. Sadly, I cannot understand it for the Unified Language does not seem to be used these days. Still, he proved its valor and fought by my side. Although I do not know its name, he's worthy of praise." Enkidu then spoke to the wyrm directly. "Wingless One, this is Gilgamesh, King of Uruk and my old friend."
--- End quote ---
The wingless one had watched the exchange with awe. How could he not, finally solidifying in his mind that he had been the traveling companion of Enkidu, one of the first heroes, and even more to encounter Gilgamesh, the Hero-King himself? Certainly these were not the same men in his world, but that changed nothing. Though his body was weary from that elemental storm that had been The Sphinx, he presented himself both humbly and without regret - taking a few steps and bowing his head in respect.
"Well met, Hero-King Gilgamesh of Uruk, friiend of Enkidu. My name is Lycodrake Aptera, it is an honor to meet you." What more could he say? Most else would lead to rambling.
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