Cross Effects- The RP

[YOLF]

Gwyllt

Had he a face, it would be narrowed at the man in a sneer. The excuses of the wicked were no longer heeded, and he would be tolerated no longer. The horseman would tolerate him no longer, entertain him no longer, and he would underestimate him no longer. Gwyllt's fire had proven to have no noticeable effect on him, and he had dodged his sword once. But he would not remain unscathed any longer. If his fire was innefective, his sword would fly against him with the intent of punishment, and this time, with his full speed and power, it would cut through him.

Without a word, his steed's hooves broke the ground beneath and launched the two of them towards their target. In a heartbeat the distance between them was no more and his sword was swung down to kill.

But the blade whistling through the air stopped abruptly before it could complete its arc. Gwyllt had ceased his movement as he felt the air change, and the Red Rider to whom he was connected appeared in the night.

The being that called itself Tan Gwyllt was overwhelmed by his presence as the new arrival spoke. Even as the air grew heavy with the haze of War, Gwyllt was unconcerned. His attention slipped from the human he had just intended to punish, taking in the words of the true Horseman as he spoke to him. Never had he imagined he would be addressed by one of the four. And now, he was being challenged, asked to show his power, and to give proof of who he was, by War himself. It wasn't the same as being acknowledged someone you idolized. Gwyllt knew this Rider. He had been born from him and his siblings' legend. It would be no exaggeration to say he exited as who he was because of him. Gwyllt had nothing but respect for this being. And he was now about to engage in a fight with him.

The feeling was exhilarating.

"You do me an honor, great kin and progenitor of mine! I accept your challenge with pride, certain as the stars shine!" the demonic rider declared, pointing his sword in response at the red one.

Gwyllt roared out in laughter of his own, but the sound of his voice returned his senses of the current situation to mind. The fire inside his helm dimming slightly, he beheld the man he had been arguing with for a moment. Dismissing him with what would be a snort for a human, he instead turned to his companion in the venture of purging the factory. He too had expressed his dislike of the man, and though he did not appear fond of the Red Rider, he hoped the dragon would be able to answer this one request of his.

"My companion for this night. I may ask an unreasonable favor, but while I fight, would you restrain this man, and hold him tight, to prevent him from running with his blight?" the horseman asked.

[Cherry Lover]

Kiyoshi sat still, listening to the story with interest.

Hmm, I wonder if the beast is the good guy, like in some of Aunty Rider's stories.

[Elf]

"Everyone, hit the spiritual core, in the center. That's the best way to kill it," Rider's voice called out.

Archer gritted his teeth.  The thing was sentient and was probably aware of everything they were saying.  Then Rider just shouted that plan at them.  Which meant the construct was going to protect itself even more.

Ryoko, wielding Ruby, was attacking from above.  Then there was Rider throwing nails, however, Archer's focus was on the two men attacking the golum directly.  They were about the same size, but one of them had twisted, horrific features and glowing golden eyes while the other was inhumanly lovely.  When the golum struck at them, the guy with fangs and a sword moved to protect both of them.

They were working in tangent, and from the way the one was protecting the other, the guy with the elf ears was someone important.  Or could do something to take this thing out, Archer reasoned, his mind already working through the variables.

Before Archer could say anything, the guy with the fangs and the sword said, "Everyone, distract him, Gabe, you know what to do.  Now, let's get to work."

******

Gabriel bit his lip at Angel's words.  Looking at the thing and all the steel - and iron - that created it and was protecting it.  Angel went at it with his sword, and then the fellow with the white hair and absurd pants summoned swords into thin air with a gesture.  Then with another shot swords at it.

Angel nodded at him as he swung his sword again.

Gabriel steeled himself and began to reach for the thing's core, peeling back junk to do so.

[Ivan The Mouse]

Neo

Lycodrake Aptera
"You are very good at twisting the words of others, it seems. People like you I hate the most. 'I don't care about right and wrong because those are just labels society makes'? Just hearing your words and the way you speak is aggravating: it reminds me of Ares - Mars - and Enyo. I can't understand you and I certainly never want to understand them."

He then turned to the wingless dragon and replied, "After shutting the fuck up for so long, huh you big-ass lizard? I have never felt such fucking honor from being called as someone good at 'twisting' the words of others. Only means them bitches know nothin' about what they're talking about and why they're being fuckin' wrecked when they get proven wrong. And what ya' say again, you can't and don't wanna unde'stand me? Then you so stupid and ignorant, foo'! But there ain't no blaming you. I mean, ignorance is bliss, right?"

Gwyllt

"My companion for this night. I may ask an unreasonable favor, but while I fight, would you restrain this man, and hold him tight, to prevent him from running with his blight?" the horseman asked.

"Fuck you, nigger, I ain't going with that shit." Neo reacted. "I'm just watching you bustin' asses in there and then I get roped for speakin' mah mind? Fuck that shit." He then began walking back into his stolen car and said, imitating a familiar voice, "Screw you guys, I'm goin' home!" He then started the engine, about to drive away from the site.

[Lycodrake]

Lycodrake Aptera

Neo

"Fuck you, nigger, I ain't going with that shit." Neo reacted. "I'm just watching you bustin' asses in there and then I get roped for speakin' mah mind? Fuck that shit." He then began walking back into his stolen car and said, imitating a familiar voice, "Screw you guys, I'm goin' home!" He then started the engine, about to drive away from the site.

Lycodrake would not have the human, mortal or immortal, leave with those words in the air. His right forelimb lashed out and caught the vehicle in the back with his claws. "Speaking your mind is not the problem. You decided to antagonize us with your words and tone - that is the problem and the moment you were 'roped' into this. You have yet to prove to me that war is something to revel in; you mistake my silence for a moment as defeat. How arrogant and impatient. Did you misunderstand? I said 'I don't understand you' and that I 'don't want to understand them'. Don't and can't are quite different, but it seems you only want to antagonize and belittle our opinions while force your own."

[Ivan The Mouse]

Lycodrake would not have the human, mortal or immortal, leave with those words in the air. His right forelimb lashed out and caught the vehicle in the back with his claws. "Speaking your mind is not the problem. You decided to antagonize us with your words and tone - that is the problem and the moment you were 'roped' into this. You have yet to prove to me that war is something to revel in; you mistake my silence for a moment as defeat. How arrogant and impatient. Did you misunderstand? I said 'I don't understand you' and that I 'don't want to understand them'. Don't and can't are quite different, but it seems you only want to antagonize and belittle our opinions while force your own."

Neo

Neo, annoyed that the car is caught with Lycodrake's claws, then exited the car, turned to the dragon and said, "You're a fucking dipshit. I already said that war is terrible and the only way to unfuck it is to enjoy it. And I don't give a fuck if some titanic lizard just wants to shut to the fuck up, but it's better that way. And you the one misunderstandin' here, motherfucka'. 'Don't' and 'can't' are two different assholes. If ya' don't wanna do something, you're unwilling to do shit. If you can't, you're gimped and you are incapable of doing shit. Now let's apply that lesson here: If you don't understand, you're ignorant. If you can't understand, you're stupid. Either way, you have a bad case of the dumbs here, because you ain't capable and ain't willing to understand my words."

He then began walking towards another car right in front of the caught and stolen car. "And if you're simply concentrating on how I say shit, you're like saying you base your reactions on your fuckin' emotions." He was near the driver's door when he went on, "And I ain't forcin' shit, I'm only using my rights to call out a fool when someone's being a fool. If you get offended, ain't my fault."

[Bloble]

It was too much, too fast.

First the man in red who could conjure exploding arrows out of thin air, then the other two, one with a mean sword and another that nullified all too much simply from a touch, and then a girl who looked like a bad Sailor Moon knock off flying through the air accompanied by a blindfolded lady in bondage gear.

It was too much for the golem to bear. "Do you think you can win with numbers!?" it roared.

The man's sword was knocked away. The minigun ran out of ammo. The golem's swipe was stopped by the bondage woman's nail wrapping around it and yanking it to pieces, just in time for a volley of shining orbs from the magical girl to blast holes through the several inches of armoured plating it had wrapped around the pulsating, purple sphere in its core, leaving it bared to the world.

"You little-!"

And then the last one's cold, cold hands reached out and touched the sphere.

It screamed. Not the golem, but the sphere itself. Magic that had been woven and carefully spun into a complex equation folded in on itself in an attempt to remain functional. The golem realized too late what had happened. The man was too close to deal with.

It cracked. The scream stopped, and the orb cracked. Then it cracked again, and again and again and again.

And then, when all the colour had faded and the golem had been rendered immobile, the sphere became little more than a bucket's worth of fairy dust, falling listlessly to the ground among the golem's other components. What had been a fighting machine was now little more than a collection of worthless junk that scattered all over the rooftop as if cast aside by a diety.

The golem had been slain.

Only, less than a minute after the thing's defeat, a noise rang out. Specifically, an old cell phone, half-buried in sand, its screen cracked and barely usable, started playing a mournful tune that sounded completely out of place in its environment.

"The jig is up, the noose is out
They finally found me
The renegade who had it made
Retrieved for a bounty~"

[Alice]

Ryoko listened to the phone play its final song, while somehow ringing simultaneously, before sputtering out into silence. She stood there, silent as the now dead phone, a clear look of bemusement on her face. The cellphone's face was now black, cold and lifeless as the City's air.

"Is... is that really it? That's all it took to defeat it?"

Ruby, on the other hand, was bouncing around in Ryoko's hand like a wiggling pile of jello. "Hah, we did it~ That thing was weak, hardly any trouble at all~" She turned to her wielder. "You're the obnoxiously loud hotblooded type. Why aren't you cheering?~"

Ryoko blinked before turning to face Ruby's glittering eyes. "Because it might not be over just yet. But eh..." She pumped the arm holding Ruby into the air. "We did it! That walking scrap heap ain't walkin' no more!"

She flew towards the group below, before landing on the roof beside them. "So, how's everyone doin'?"

[lantzblades]

Rin caught up to the group and quietly looked the scene over. 'Great, discount Cyberman, what's next? The Daleks?' she thought turning to face Archer, this time she calmly said "We need to talk, privately"

[Alice]

~Back in the recently distant past~

"Hey, girl. We'll be going somewhere else for this next bit. Some things ain't for polite company to see or hear."

"Alright, that doesn't sound creepy at all."

She scowled and pinched her Sire's side. Ryoko couldn't help but grin. She liked this girl already.

She turned to Tom and spoke louder. "Thanks for the treat, Kitty-kun," she declared before getting up.

Tom looked down at her with some bemusement, initially unable to form a response.

And for the rest too, she added mentally.

His features softened. First, he addressed her privately. You are welcome. I wish you well in your new life. Should you need such assistance again, I will attempt to aid you how I can.

Then he crossed his arms over his chest, his features hardening again. This reply was hearable by all still present. It was nothing. Though I did it because it was most practical for me to do so than simply making everyone else donate blood. It was merely the most logical choice. You had perhaps better appreciate it, there are few within this world that will ever taste my blood.

There was a pause. The silence was broken by the sound of laughter, and Tom found himself quickly turning towards the source. There were tears at the corners of Ryoko's eyes as she continued laughing, not bothering to heed the rather pointed look Tom was giving her.

May I ask what is so humorous?

Rin, who was giggling a bit herself, turned over to face him with a grin. "It was just so straightforward and blunt. Plus that denial. You're quite funny without really meaning to be, Kitty-kun."

Tom sighed. How humiliating. To not be taken seriously anymore in such a short amount of time. He looked at the laughing Tohsaka girls. In their case though, perhaps it is genetic... He frowned. I still fail to see what was so funny. Perhaps there are some things about humans I will never understand.

As Nessa and Jack left, he asked his question to Forest about where she wished him to eat, and so on.

She nodded and replied, The living room is fine.  You need to get something in you though.  I don't know how your physiology works, but when people donate blood they do need something to recoop.  Pizza isn't my first choice, but it'll do.  Water or juice though, no soda.  The caffeine will actually make it worse.

Tom nodded back at her. That suits me just fine. I am not particularly fond of soda pop just yet. Juice would perhaps be best in this case.

She looked at Ryoko who was about to leave and nodded.  She said, "Hey, poppet, be careful."

Ryoko hesitated for a moment, before grinning. "I'll come back in one piece, don't you worry." She then took off, towards the golem, and its now inevitable defeat by her hands and those of many others.

Then she looked at Rin and answered, "Honestly, strengthening them first, and anything you can think of that'll keep people out will be of the good.  Magic really isn't my forte. So I'll trust your judgement, Rin."

Rin nodded. "Alright, sounds fair. I'll get started then. I'll be examining the wards first to see if I need anything beyond my normal magecraft to strengthen them. If I need anything more, I'll let you know."

Rin made to take off before she heard Satoshi speak to Tom. The psychic glowered in Satoshi's direction.

Do not say the name of my species so publicly. Several people here seem to be aware of it, but that does not mean that all are aware of it. My name, as far as you are concerned, is Thomas. And what sort of nonsense is a "psychic spell," how is that an excuse for any-

"Calm down, he's not worth getting upset over." Rin stepped in front of him, in an attempt to redirect Tom's attention. Satoshi walked off as she spoke.

"Look, he's a complete idiot and a self righteous jerk, but this isn't worth a fight, especially not when you're in this condition. Just get some rest and relax, it's going to be-"

A creaking from the stairs. Rin, Tom, and Hakuno's eyes turned towards the source, a rather bemused looking Finn. His clothes were the ones from before, albeit somewhat wrinkled now, his hair both fluffy from his recent shower and still just a touch damp. He slowly looked back and forth between everyone before giving an awkward wave.

"Er, hey guys, what's up?" He turned back to Tom. Stared for a bit. Blinked. Then his eyes widened. "Holy crap, is that a real mewt-"

Don't.

Finn's eyes widened further. "W-wait. Tom, is that you?"

Yes. The psychic didn't even bother to hide any of the exasperation in his mental voice.

The freelancer's eyes returned to something resembling their normal size. "Huh. That explains a whole bunch."

Tom rolled his eyes as Finn's gaze wandered to the Fae pinned on the wall.

"What's with this guy? Kinda cruel to keep him hangin' like that, though I'm guessin' you guys have a good reason for it." He turned back to the main group. "Where is everybody anyway? They gone to bed or somethin'? Rather late for a lotta people, after all."

Rin's expression turned somber. She walked over and gestured for Finn to follow her. "Come with me. I'll explain everything."

Finn frowned with concern as he complied. The pair of them went into a separate hallway, leaving Forest, Tom and Hakuno behind.

With Rin gone, Tom took the chance to inquire about what to do with Hakuno.

Forest nodded and sent back, We can sit in the living room together, I don't mind.  Honestly, I'd suggest that you'd head for bed and rest after we get some food in  you.  I can stay with Hakuno, easily.

If it is not to much trouble with you... Then yes, I agree. Getting some rest would allow me to replenish my strength more quickly. He looked down at his front and sighed. Though I may need to shower first, albeit a quick one. Thrice be damned fae...

He stood up from the wall, and with some effort, steadied himself. As he prepared to make his way to the living room, Forest addressed Hakuno.

She smiled at the girl and said, "So kiddo, there's apparently a metric ton of pizza in the kitchen?  You want to grab a few slices and wait until your Archer comes back?"

She nodded before turning to Tom. "I can grab some slices for you too while I'm in there. Is there anything you'd want me to bring you especially?"

Tom stopped, turning towards her and looking at her with bemusement. I ah... Erm, while it is not my normal preference, something with meat on it would perhaps be best. I have my own personal reasons for being adverse to meat, but there are some that simply do not apply to this particular world. Aside from that, it is perhaps wise if I get an extra source of protein.

She looked up at him with some surprise before smiling. "Meat pizza it is. I'll get it for you then. And the juice too."

Still somewhat stunned, he gave her a reflexive nod before turning to Forest. I will head towards the living room then. I will see you shortly then. He smiled at her. Naturally, with a spot right open next to me.

With that, he went to the living room. He sat down rather hard on the couch, exhausted as he was. He was rather surprised. The room showed no trace of damage. Not even a single stray leaf was to be found.

Was this Archer's doing? Quite impressive if it is.

He noted that the tv was currently on some sort of cooking channel- some sort of competition between chefs, from what he could tell. Not really feeling like changing the channel, he sat and waited for Forest to come join him.

[Elf]

Gabriel yelled as his hands finally found the core of the thing.  There was searing pain in his hands, a hellish combination of cold so intense that it burned and the heat of his own blood.  It dripped from his wrists, his palms, and his finger tips as he continued to dig.  Then, when it became almost unbearable, his fingers touched something warm and he felt the pulse of power.

With a smirk he wrapped his battered hands around it and whispered, "Come after my godmother again and this will only be the beginning of your suffering."  Then he tugged and the thing finally went dead, a battered cell phone clattering to the ground. 

Gabriel's mangled hands were wrenched free, but they were twitching from damage.  He couldn't find the dexterity to use the phone.  "Oh come off of it," he said with a sigh, knowing that his Godmother was going to lecture him something righteous.   [i[Maybe there's someone who can help me heal faster.[/i]

Then the phone began to play a very familiar Styx song and Angel, frowning, looked at them.  He asked, "Anyone else think it's a bad idea to pick it up?"

"I apologize, but at this moment, I lack the dexterity to do so," Gabriel said, holding up his mangled hands.

Angel frowned and asked, "What the hell happened?"

"Fae and iron," Gabriel answered, wincing as blood dripped from his fingers.

******

Archer watched as the absurdly pretty man reached inside the creature and grabbed the core that Rider had mentioned.  Almost as soon as the man's mangled fingers touched it, the whole thing crumbled.  He either nullifies or disrupts magical energy, Archer realized, knowing Rin might find him an utter nightmare or utterly fascinating.

The phone clattered to the ground and began to play a classic American rock song.

The guy with a sword, who's features had reverted to something rather handsome if pale, asked, "Anyone else think it's a bad idea to pick it up?"

Archer smirked and said, "Why don't you find out?"

Ryoko landed and asked, "So, how's everyone doin'?"

A bit low on prana, but your "mother" will help me with that, Archer thought with a smile.  Aloud he answered, "Could be worse."

The absurdly pretty man held up his hands and said, "I believe this answers your question."

Then that older, alternate Rin came up to him and said, "We need to talk, privately."

Archer smirked and asked, "But what would the others say?  I knew you could be forward, but you're generally more elegant than this Rin."

******

Lancer cursed as he realized he'd missed all of the fighting.  He sighed once he looked at Millie and scooped up the vampire girl.  "Well, come on.  They've got it under control.  Let's get back in."

******

Forest reached up and stroked behind Tom's ear and said, "Just go sit down and get some rest.  We'll get the food, Kitten.  Once you've gotten something in you and rested a bit, shower then bed."

Reluctantly, she left his side with Hakuno to take her into the kitchen.  Her nose started to twitch at the intense smell of garlic in the air and she resisted the urge to sneeze.  She smiled as she got two giant giant glasses of juice.  One for Tom and one for herself.  She looked at Hakuno and asked, "Anything you want poppet?"

[lantzblades]

"Not the time Shirou, It's important." Rin replied, her eyes fixed on Archer's own

********

Connor smiled "There were six warriors, a snarky bowman, a dark skinned princess, a knight, a roguish man with unreal luck and a swampman. Which would you like you hear about first?" he asked.

Edit note: No idea why auto correct changed the names there

[Daiki]

Mordred watched silently as the group gathered. The newcomers weren't like what she had expected. Her green eyes shifted from the obvious brute, to the assassin-like individual to the girl with purple twin-tails. It didn't take long for the two males to start bickering and the knight found herself sighing in exasperation.

From her Master's behavior, she had made up the assumption that his followers would be somewhat honorable, or at least educated enough to show proper etiquette in a reunion. With frustration, she realized that such expectation was somewhat related to her former organization. The knights of the Round Table, as despicable as the memory could be, still had the decency of behaving like adults. She felt shame for being associated with people unable to show proper dignity. Her mood darkened despite still showing a neutral appearance, something she was used to. In her quest to become the perfect knight, it was common to hide her feelings from her companions. She still listened as the woman reported that another member of the group had gone missing. She shook her head before the words Mudou spurted about Lobellia.

Her name is Saber, and she will be helping us out for the duration of this mission. Why don't you introduce yourself Ms.?

She nodded, approaching Inmity and offering a handshake.

"As Downy said, you can call me Saber." She pointed a thumb towards Mudou and Shezar. "I have to say, I am genuinely surprised that the Master is able to raise pig familiars to the point of learning them the language of men. Something worthy of praise, no doubt." Completely ignoring the men, she gave Inmity a smile. "Since we are to fight alongside, I hope we can get along, lady."

Mordred then turned to Downy.

"So, Master of mine, what is the next step? I assume you would want to correct the insult your suffered at the hands of these individuals who destroyed your precious circles. Would you want us to give them chase?"

----

Nessa accepted Tom's thoughts with a smile.

My gratitude was shown already. You can call me Jack, by the way.

"Jack, then. Lead the way. I'll be right behind you."

She followed the full-fledged vampire in what seemed to be an office of some sort. She was welcomed with the sight of an Army of Darkness' poster. She grunted at that,' Evil Dead' sure didn't sound as fun given her status right now. After all, she didn't know what to expect from now on. Would becoming a blood sucker affect her personality? Or would she have the mental fortitude to pull through?

And it sounds like creepy shit, because it is creepy shit. It comes with being one of the poor fuckers who are doomed to walk the night. We do get an excellent health care and dental plan though, as I'll show you.

She smirked with appreciation as she shut the door. Sitting on the nearby desk, she thrown a glance at him. He didn't seem happy. That combined with his previous apologies told her enough to understand he was indeed reluctant to make her his... What would be an adequate term? Apprentice?  Infant?

"Why the long face? Is it the first time you have to do it? I mean, turning someone..." She threw her hands up. "There's no point in dwelling on the past, what's done is done. Let's focus on what's needed right now and deal with my condition as quickly as possible. I suppose there's much to discuss, so let's start already."

[Arch-Magos Winter]

She smirked with appreciation as she shut the door. Sitting on the nearby desk, she thrown a glance at him. He didn't seem happy. That combined with his previous apologies told her enough to understand he was indeed reluctant to make her his... What would be an adequate term? Apprentice?  Infant?

"Why the long face? Is it the first time you have to do it? I mean, turning someone..." She threw her hands up. "There's no point in dwelling on the past, what's done is done. Let's focus on what's needed right now and deal with my condition as quickly as possible. I suppose there's much to discuss, so let's start already."

**Jack**

"Yeah, it's my first time, and hopefully only. You lose a bit of what makes you human when you create a new vampire. Or more properly, we call our type 'Kindred.' " I said. I raised my wrist to my mouth, and ripped open a vein with my teeth, dark red vitae oozing from the wound. "There's a lot more I'll have to teach you, but for now... you need to drink this. My blood." Extending the arm towards her, I waited to see what her reaction to this would be.

[Daiki]

Nessa grimaced at the sight of blood dripping on the ground. She kind of knew it would require something of the like, although her own idea involved him biting her, not the other way around. She stepped forward, uneasy and feeling sick. She still had the option to ignore him and run away. With how she was, she could still pass up as a human right? Now that it came down  to it, her determination started faltering. Nessa thought she had come prepared but it appeared she wasn't. For a long minute, she observed her own hand. What were her options anyway? Leaving and becoming a pariah? Not quite a vampire but nothing like a human anyway. She probably would end up becoming insane by herself anyway. No. She had decided to move forward. Her life was already behind her. Isa wasn't here anymore and she was left in a cruel world full of monsters and degenerate creepers. Her only chance was right here, right now. She watched Jack and nodded. With a grunt, she pushed herself forward and bit the arm with a contorted face of disgust. Making sure to lap at the open vein in order to gather the plasma and swallow. It was an important step, denying her older self in order to accept the transition which would make of her a real Kindred. After what seemed to last a long moment, she finally released Jack's wrist and watched him with a predatory look, mouth and chin covered in blood.

"Alright, what now?"