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Cross Effects: Rebirth (2.0) The RP
Elf:
Forest, admittedly, was sulking. She was sitting on her mattress, holding her favorite pillow with her lower lip thrust out. I was bloody overruled. In my own damned house, she thought as she rested her chin on top of the pillow.
The Impaler got to take Lucas. Wynn had grabbed her and shadowed her to where La Folia was still sleeping to let the fiend take the surly elemental. Once she had ran back downstairs they were gone, the Space Marines were looking like they wanted to kill something, and there was Karna.
So she retreated back to her room to keep from punching something or screaming at someone.
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Godmother wasn't in the mood to talk, and Herr Rattus seemed like a nervous sort, so of course he told Mommy Dearest about him before heading to the kitchen. La Folia would probably be waking up soon and need something to eat, so he started to make her a good breakfast of French toast and eggs.
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Wynn emerged from the shadows behind the man in the black duster sitting in Forest's public study. She folded her arms under her breasts, smirked, and asked, "May I help you, sir?"
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Lancer smirked and said, "So, you up for a wee bit of a run then?"
Puck-Chan:
In the end, it all worked well.
But "well" turns out to be subjective in this case. There was no conflict as the gentlemanly lord took away the creature and the newcomers Henry brought in didn't let their trigger fingers the best of them. Samantha, or so Matthew, would call her seemed to be fine. All except for a certain blonde vampire.
There was no reason for him to stay in the infirmary any longer as his equipment was being brought in, unneeded. No one injured or ill. His services were obviously unnecessary at this point.
"I think I'll leave it to all of you to your own devices," the doctor calmly said before he left the room.
His footsteps carried him over down the hallway. Each step bringing further away from the parking lot where the car with his personal belongings were waiting for him. There was something more important to worry about.
Henry gently knocked upon the black hardwood door at least loud enough for her to hear.
"Forest? Are you alright?"
Elf:
Forest blinked as she heard a knock on the door and looked up.
Henry's voice came through the other side, "Forest? Are you alright?"
She frowned and answered, "I'm bloody lovely."
Kaze:
For the 6th time that day, Lancelot questioned his sanity.
Not counting the fact that he still retained his old class ability, the former Berserker class Servant of the Holy Grail War, currently probing through what he gathered to be a small shopping district, was unsure how he was even alive. He had been killed at the hands of the one who used to be his king, but instead of dying and vanishing from existence, he was now in a world that never should have existed. Lancelot had vague memories of the city he had inhabited while under the Mad Enhancement, but at the time he had been unable to truly appreciate how different it was from Britain. Looking back, it seemed more like a dream than anything.
That was no longer the case. The man who once held the title “Knight of the Lake” had regained his sanity, and with it the ability to analyze his surroundings. What he found deeply disturbed him.
The city was enormous, shaming even Camelot, the crown jewel of his old nation. Massive buildings that bore minimal resemblance to those from Lancelot’s lost home were tightly crammed together, separated here and there by incredibly wide roads that were coated with this black and white… substance that did not at all look like dirt or stone, and were traversed not just by people, but also metal wagons of all shapes and colors that somehow required no horses.
The largest constructions towered higher than any castle spire, and were seemingly composed of glass – GLASS – and he had even spotted what could best be described as a loud and enormous metal dragonfly as it flew overhead, far above. The shapes, colors, smells and sounds were all just so alien that the dark knight simply couldn’t wrap his mind around it all.
It felt so surreal. Lancelot couldn’t help but wonder if he hadn’t actually recovered from the Mad Enhancement.
And then there was that magic window that created a portal with which to see and hear people who weren’t actually there. But what really got Lancelot’s attention was the people who were shown in the portal – or more to the point, her.
Die.
It was her.
DieDieDie.
Arthur, the Once and Future King.
DieDieDieDieDie.
Lancelot ruthlessly crushed the voice as soon as he was aware of it. Whatever it was had haunted his dreams last night, before he had woken up in a no-man’s land and found his way here. He couldn’t remember it very well, but traces of it seemed to linger.
A passing pedestrian had been kind enough to inform him of the location the magic portal was connected to, despite giving the berserker some strange looks. Lancelot knew that the full plate armor and helmet he wore always stood out from among the common rabble, but the stares he was taking in from the commoners around him were more confused than awed or scared. It indicated that knights such as himself were not common here, and that was just one more oddity in this world of madness.
The former knight didn’t know how she could have gotten here, but then again his own existence was even more impossible. Truthfully, it was possible that he was mistaken and it wasn’t actually King Arthur at all. Her clothes resembled the local attire more than her kingly robes or armor, her golden hair flowed over her shoulder and her features seemed just a little bit sharper than he remembered, but Lancelot did not believe himself mistaken. The king simply could not be confused with anyone else.
A pit of anxiety was opening in his gut. He wasn’t sure how the woman who had once been his king would react to meeting him again. Did she remember what had transpired during the Grail War? Had it even happened in reality? Would she have him kneel before her and executed on the spot? Uncertainty ate at him, but the simple fact was he had nowhere else to go. He needed an answer, needed to understand, needed for something to make sense, and even if he were to not survive the endeavor, knowing that the king he once proudly served still lived on, even here, would be enough.
Finally, Lancelot reached his destination. There across the street she stood, commanding the attention of several men and women, some holding equipment he couldn’t identify. The former Servant had no doubt that this was Arthur, her radiance shining like the sun.
-Dirty dirty dirty you are dirty-
He didn’t allow himself to hesitate.
The Knight of the Lake stepped out of the shadowed alleyway to cross the street and was promptly taken the fuck down by the largest self-propelled metal wagon he had ever had the misfortune to encounter. The semi-truck crushed him under its wheels the way people step on insects.
Slowly, and painfully, Lancelot began to force himself onto his feet, gleaming white armor in Gawain’s likeness for all to see, and he had to wonder why on Earth being run over gave him such a strong sense of deja-vu.
Mooncake:
The gates of Castlevania slowly opened as the two travelers stood before it. Well, it would be fair to say that only one of them was a traveler. The other was little more than a sack of meat impaled with stakes throughout its body. Dragging the twitching (twitching-!?) corpse behind him, the well dressed gentleman entered the castle, the massive gates closing behind him with a note of finality.
Change was stirring on the breeze, and this little incident was the first of many things yet to come
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--- Quote from: Daiki on August 12, 2014, 01:56:31 PM ---"It is as you said. I have spotted unusual beings and phenomenons while wandering around this place. I remember this tall man clad in a white armor. His face was completely hidden behind a mask and he held tremendous power. I could not make sense of his motivations but I think he was introducing himself in a very loud and imperious way. Maybe he was some sort of buffoon since people threw money coins at his feet afterwards. He didn't picked them up though."
--- End quote ---
Gilgamesh snorted.
"I have heard of this… man. An overzealous dog, in truth."
--- Quote from: Daiki on August 12, 2014, 01:56:31 PM ---"Should we do something about it?"
--- End quote ---
The King of Heroes looked up at the sky, his expression undecipherable for but a moment. His gaze then fell back upon Enkidu, and he smiled. It was not, as one might say, a very nice smile. He looked around the streets of the city one more time before speaking to his one, and only, friend.
"The fact that I cannot greet you with the welcome of the finest of cities to celebrate our reunions saddens me. Too long, I think, have I been avoiding my new kingdom. The people and creatures that roam these streets have grown complacent, secure in their knowledge that they are safe from retribution. That they are safe," His perfectly formed teeth ground together. "To walk these streets as they please without fear of my wrath."
He looked at Enkidu, his red eyes hard as steel.
"This is my city now, and I will not have it tainted. Was not Uruk a happy city? But here… here there is cowardice, fear, rising from the streets and flooding the whole city with its stench."
The Golden King stretched out a hand to Enkidu, his eyes beseeching.
"What do you say, my friend? I will bring you and your companions to what passes for a palace in this place, and then we may once more let our names ring from every corner of this city as legends - let the brotherhood of Gilgamesh and Enkidu be known once more! We can solve the problem of this… blight that plagues the streets of the city, and in turn, let it grow to resemble the splendor of a city that is worthy of rule!"
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--- Quote from: YOLF on August 12, 2014, 12:42:49 AM ---"Oh, I could heal her, but I doubt the consequences would be pleasant. And at the moment, grim irony is not what I seek. One of my companions, however, is true of skill and results, if tricksy of demeanor, and she could and would help you if I so ask and call for her, my dear."
--- End quote ---
--- Quote from: Knick on August 12, 2014, 03:36:00 AM ---“I will graciously accept your friend's help.”
--- End quote ---
"He is not my friend… but if that is what you desire."
Wanderer carefully approached Uchiten, and laid Cina on the snow between them before backing up a few steps, his boots crunching the snow underfoot. He caught the look that the girl gave him, and nodded back. 'I promise' - that was the message his nod conveyed.
He had tarried a little too long in this region. Tempers were rising throughout the neighborhood, fights being close to breaking out. He could feel it. Even so, the cowboy did not leave his place in the snow.
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