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Cross Effects: Rebirth (2.0) The RP
Elf:
Quinn didn't blink as the loud mouthed Asian woman approached, calling the Japanese guy Rock, and asking if he got himself into trouble again.
Then she said something about Quinn putting his cock into pants when she slapped his hand away.
First thing he realized she was fast, especially for a human, and then there was the moment of skin on skin contact.
Blood. Guns. A tall American black guy. Booze, lots and lots of booze. A PT Boat. Violence. Explosions. A regal Russian blonde woman who was half covered in burn scars. More guns. Blood . . . And death . . .
His canines throbbed in response and he had to clinch his jaws. She smelled like gunpowder, booze, sweat, and guns. Whoever this woman was, she didn't just walk hand in hand with Death. She pushed it into a broom closet and fucked its brains out with wild abandon.
The clairvoyant could taste the blood and booze on his tongue and smell the sulfur in the air. For a moment he was lost in the vision he'd gleaned from her. It wasn't intentional, not when meeting someone new anyway.
Dark blue eyes dilated before going back to normal. Before he could retort, he heard, “RAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHH!”
Fuck me, what the fuck is going on now? he thought as he turned to see Saber's friend distort. A black haze over came him, obscuring his features and armor save for the glowing red from his visor. His stance changed as he stepped between his former king and the dhampire.
"Fuck," he whispered emotionally to himself as the woman, Revy the remains of the vision supplied, took a stance with her guns. He put his badge up but didn't pull out his glock. He reasoned that the gunslinger was good, but she was human. Quinn was half and half something else. Something better. Something dangerous.
"Enough!" Saber's voice rang out with bell like clarity, the former king's natural charisma and bearing forcing everyone to look at her. She walked up and placed her hand on the knight's shoulder and said, "Lancelot, my friend, as . . . rough . . . as Quinn shows himself, he would never harm me. Please, be at ease. We have quite a bit to talk about and I am growing hungry. Matters such as this would be best handled as we dine."
Then she looked at Revy and said, "That said, we mean you no ill will, but your associate did interrupt a private moment between my friend and myself. His intentions were pure, but admittedly he was making a nuisance of himself when the situation proved to be beyond his means. I apologize for this situation."
Quinn felt the ache in his jaw fade as laughter bubbled up in its place. He quelled it for the most part, but he couldn't help his snicker at Saber's words. Her green eyes narrowed at him as she said, "This is not amusing, Quinn."
That made him actually laugh.
******
Wynn frowned and asked, "Why would you ruin it so? Part of the joy of the drink is the ritual. Drinking it as you are now simply dulls the senses. It does not bring you to the higher enlightenment that the true potion brings."
Ivan The Mouse:
--- Quote from: Elf on August 21, 2014, 03:44:02 AM ---Wynn frowned and asked, "Why would you ruin it so? Part of the joy of the drink is the ritual. Drinking it as you are now simply dulls the senses. It does not bring you to the higher enlightenment that the true potion brings."
--- End quote ---
"Then pardon me for deliberately drinking it in the wrong way." Rattus said to her. "You are right. Drinking absinthe in its pure, unlouched form is simply an exercise in achieving a state of drunken stupor. However, I must tell you, as you seem to be also aware of absinthe's effects to the human mind and psyche..."
He then quickly tipped back his glasses before he went on. "...What I need right now is to regulate my senses a bit, lest my senses be too clear and I lose all semblance of proper etiquette and discipline. I am aware of the French ritual, I assure you, but I only reserve to do such if the occasion calls for it."
Kaze:
MERCER
The improvised projectile hit home, and the bird tumbled from the sky. Mercer refocused the excess biomass from his arms to create four long, bladed tentacles from his torso. Projecting where his opponent would land, ZEUS cut lose with a wide-angle sweep from all of his newly created appendages, intending to slice the stupid bird into useless strips of metal even as gravity began to pull him back to the earth.
It didn’t work out as he planned. Somehow the thing managed to right itself and land on its feet with wings fully spread. It only took a single powerful down stroke from the wide, leathery appendages to lift the man-bird-machine into the air once more, the tentacle barrage doing little more than carving up the ground and snow beneath it.
Mercer withdrew the tentacles back into himself as he hit the ground hard enough to cause the earth to crack and buckle beneath him. He heard his enemy screech and looked up to see the avian predator preparing another diving attack, this time with the AC unit clutched in its claws. This time, however, the Monster of Manhattan knew what to expect. Both of his arms warped and expanded, the left forearm transforming into a sickly looking black and red shield, while the right arm once again turned into a long scythe-blade. Firmly planting his feet, Mercer held up his shield to take the dive-bomb he knew was coming, and readied his weaponized arm to cut the bird in two.
LANCELOT
The commanding voice of his former king made the Knight of the Lake cease glowering at the pretty boy in favor of looking over his shoulder at her. The young woman placed a hand on his shoulder and addressed her former knight.
“Lancelot, my friend, as . . . rough . . . as Quinn shows himself, he would never harm me. Please, be at ease. We have quite a bit to talk about and I am growing hungry. Matters such as this would be best handled as we dine.”
Her tone was soft, strikingly so, compared to the time Lancelot had spent in her service. Back then it had always been strictly businesslike and professional. However, even with the newfound warmth in her voice, the look in her eyes clearly brokered no argument. Processing her request as an order, he gave her a quick nod and relaxed his stance, hands falling to his sides unclenched. The obscuring fog surrounding him faded and his armor became clear once more.
Arturia then turned to speak to a nearby man and woman with foreign features that Lancelot hadn’t seen arrive, and the pretty boy – Quinn, he was called – apparently found something she said amusing. Looking around at the gaping crowd, the former Berserker class servant realized that he had made quite a scene out of whatever proceedings had previously been taking place. His cheeks flushed with shame, a feeling he was all too familiar with now, and was grateful for his helmet.
DieDieDieDie-
Lancelot shoved the voice from his mind, redoubling his resolve. He refused to allow himself to succumb to whatever evil spirit seemed to have taken root, but if the commoners started using their magic flashing lights and asking questions again it wouldn’t make things easy. Although hesitant to speak, the dark knight decided that the need to be elsewhere overshadowed his embarrassment.
“Yes, we should leave.” Hopefully right away.
Dallas:
Revy couldn't help but snicker at the blonde twit's comment about Rock's actions. Even a goodie two shoes like her was giving Rock's actions a lecture. "Whatever Princess, he meant no harm. And like I said, keep a tighter leash on your pets or Rock's piety will be the least of your problems." She turned around and started walking, but stopped again. "Especially that one." She was glaring into the eyes of the cop that was giving Rock trouble.
"Come on Rock, lets get the fuck outta here." Slinging her arms behind her head, she started walking back towards the harbor.
"Hey, wait up Revy!" The two groups went their separate ways.
"Don't think this is any different from Roanapur, Rock. If anything it has the potential to be worse by the looks of it."
"Worse? I have a hard time believing that--"
"Take a hard look around, Rock. We ain't in fuckin' Kansas anymore. This place... isn't human. And I don't mean any of that inhumane action bullshit you were spouting when you first came on board, I mean it literally is not human. Those people... were something else. They were dangerous, powerful. I have a feeling they'd be harder to take down than that maid."
Rock was very confused, but yet still knew what she meant. The teeth in that man's mouth were unlike anything a human should have had. "And that man... he got hit by a semi and was able to just walk it off... Plus that blonde girl mentioned something about magic users. Here I thought she had to be talking about the card game, but... you don't think she actually meant it do you?"
"I think I saw Sasquatch eating a hotdog on my way here. I don't know what to think. One things for sure, I aint walking around this shithole without a god damn grenade launcher strapped to my back. Lets just go down to the Lagoon for a bit then head to a bar."
"Sounds like a good idea."
Arch-Magos Winter:
--- Quote from: Elf on August 17, 2014, 04:22:21 AM ---Forest blinked at Henry's statement and said, "Well, when you can't go out for twelve or more hours of the day, you need space. If not, you go a little nutters."
Then she sighed and said, "Its not something to be jealous of. Big empty space with only you to occupy it. Either the cabin fever or the loneliness will do you in."
There was another knock on the door that she didn't recognize and one of the voices of the Space Marines going, "Excuse me."
Her eyes narrowed. She hadn't invited these people into her home. They needed help, which is why Henry brought them here, but there was something off about them. She had a feeling if she lived in their society she would have totally started a rebellion. She was about to open the door and ask what did they want when there was a loud crash over head that made the building shake.
"Oh, what now?" Forest asked, her voice thick with sarcasm.
--- End quote ---
"I'm not sure exactly what, but it sounds like something on your roof." Archer said, in an offhanded tone. "Here. Drink the tea." He shoved the fragrant cup of liquid into the vampiress's hands, looking towards the door as well.
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