Cross Effects 3.0 - April 13, 2015—June 23, 2016

[LFR Tsar]

Certainly it seemed the matter was most sensitive to the man of Asian demographics, but that was beside the point, thought the Englishwoman. No, even if it was a perm, one of the silly lingering aftermaths of an age bygone, she would not concentrate on it. Not once. Nope. Sure, she was still staring at it, as the strangely attired man went on about Nexus City, a name she hadn’t heard of, and its lack of relations to Kansas. Some backwards location within the United States of America, a rebel colony as she still knew it, which was promising in itself that this Nexus City was not a settlement within the American confines. She never treasured visits to the place, which stoked gladness for her lack of being inside such locality. “Well now… it’s not as if being born with a perm is a bad thing.” Sibyl consoles with a soft voice lilting with assuring honey flowing throughout her tone, saccharine and yet lacking a sultry edge to it, more assuring as if a parent was giving encouragements to a child. Though the explanation to do with dimensional travels set off quite a few alarms in her head, as the matter stands, she did not think such a theory could be realized with a mishap of all things, a serendipity most auspicious that indubitably Lowell’s Mistress would be glad to know, perhaps afterwards with a touch of irritation at being lost forlorn in an insular location adrift from their true home realm.

The female vampire composed herself after a faint looking appearance of surprise stupidly slacking her jaw agape, open and wide, with a chance of flies possibly nesting in her mouth. Clutching her jaws shut, the next few words would soon be tasted in her mouth, rolled and fondled into the edge of her tongue, before bequeathed forth into existence. “How do I know you’re telling the truth?” Even with notions of her being in another dimension was a strong feeling in her guts, intuition was a less valuable trait in a researcher, as opposed to valid hypothesis testable and provable through way of trials. It was still so to say, unlikely, but not impossible. The appearance of mages, and being a former one herself made such a mind-set open to such possibilities, but sceptical all the same. “No offense, but I find such claims to be quite dubious at best, only made by those with a faint grip over reality, or often times a presumption mistaken and made from delusions.” With a pause, she’d add further, “The hotel can wait, this is more important, so, kindly explain to me what you know.”

[Kat]

Gintoki

"Oi, I have a hangover, but I'm not drunk. I woke up in a weirdass city and, I only remember playing pachinko. And other people here talk how they are from other worlds, dimensions or whatever. It's pretty straight for me." he explained, crossing his arms. She looked like some sort of a scientist. She didn't look bad, but her manner of speech and smell didn't endear much. Man, those types were always to cray to care about important stuff "And hotel shouldn't wait, go take a bath, damni-"

Gintoki made a step forward, and unfortunately tripped on a rotten banana peel he failed to notice, his face landing on the woman's breasts and both ending up lying on the dirty soil.

[yinsukin]

Roxas


Roxas appeared from the dark portal.  He wasn't sure what happened to Richards body and quite frankly, it was out of his control.  He summoned both of his keyblades and began walking slowly forward, his blades creating sparks as he dragged them on the ground.  He would attack after the next exchange of blows were decided.

[Emperor's Hammer]

Victoria Ashworth

As I followed behind the two of them, I could only watch as Kenzo grabbed Forest and dragged her along at a relatively unsafe speed, before hitting a slick patch of floor, and barreling into a purple haired girl who was accompanied by a man in a rather large suit of armor. Deciding I definitely did NOT want to get involved in this, as it seemed like it could be trouble, After reaching them, I began to speak, directing my words at Forest, "If you need me, I will be exploring this store on my own. Contact me like you did in the car when it is time to leave, and I shall return back here." I quickly made my way away from the scene, leaving the two of them behind.

I made my way over to the elevators and the registry, and checked to see what floor the electronics department was on. After all, it would be a good place to start when it came to figuring out a thing or two about this city is what I know, and something I know very well is technology. Noting the floor it was on, I stepped onto the elevator, and pressed the button for the floor and waited on my way up.

As it was the middle of the night, I had the elevator all to myself, and I thought a bit on my situation, drowning out the elevator music as I thought. It was a strange situation that I was in, for sure. Somehow I had ended up in an alternate dimension, and I was meeting fellow supernaturals left and right, and they seemed rather open about what they were. Perhaps this place was far more open about the existence of the supernatural? That would be a logical conclusion, however I decided not to push it too much, and keep up the Masquerade until it was confirmed otherwise for sure. I had planned on asking Forest about it, however it seemed like I would not have the chance to soon, as what happened downstairs might take a while for them to resolve.

As I was thinking, the doors to the elevator opened up onto the correct floor, and I made my way into the tech department, and made my way over to the computer area, or at least I intended to, before realizing that they ahd a cell phone area, and I figured it would be a good idea to get one, so I made my way over there.

I was greeted by a young man, who seemed rather tired, which was not unexpected due to the time of night, and after some negotiation and producing some of the cash I had on me, I obtained for myself a top of the line smartphone with a completely unlimited plan. This would definitely help once I met back up with Forest, that way we could more easily stay in touch.

After that, I made my way over to the computer section and began to browse, casually inspecting the various parts and packages they had to see what was best.

[SINIB]

.Sakura

Sakura followed behind the group as they walked to the exit, fidgeting with her package, checking it constantly and not generally watching her surroundings. As a result, she failed to notice the red-haired man charging towards her until he’d slammed right into her, causing her to fall into Vanguard’s grip. Sakura quickly stood up and glared at Kenzo with a death glare of a thousand needles, enough to pierce his very soul.

“Excuse me, would you please watch where you’re going?” She asked angrily.

[Elf]

Saber

Between bites of the heavenly burger, Saber said, "From what you have said of your companion, she doesn't sound like a candidate for the Elites.  Unless she is a reasonable medic; they are always on the look out for those.  However, a lack of sobriety is troublesome, especially if it hinders her performance."

Then she eyed Mordred and asked, "Last night, did you, by any chance, get into an altercation with a black knight?"


Forest

"Okay! Let's go!" Kenzo cried out before grabbing her arm and running off at incredible speed.  Forest yelped as she was drug around by the exuberant redhead into the store.  She heard Victoria tell her that she was going to be elsewhere into the store and when they were ready to contact her telepathically.  Before Forest could reply, Kenzo hit a wet patch and went skidding forward, taking Forest with him.

Of course, they slid right into a young girl with the prettiest head of hair that Forest had ever seen.  It was long, thick, silky and violet.  Forest wanted to play with that hair, brush and braid it like she use to do with Wynn's.  Luckily there was a giant suit of armor - Forest couldn't hear a heartbeat and she could only smell metal - that caught the young lady who glared daggers at Kenzo.

“Excuse me, would you please watch where you’re going?” she asked in a voice laced with more than a little anger.

Forest stood up, and pulled Kenzo up and flashed a smile at the young woman.  "Sorry about that, Kenzo gets a little excited.  Like a puppy.  Are you okay though?  It was a nasty tumble."


Rin

Rin gasped as a very tall redheaded man who was dragging a tall blond in black crashed into Sakura.  Luckily, Sakura sill had a hold of her bag and no one was getting bit by her nasty little familiar.  Of course, Sakura was understandably pissed and demanded that the redhead watch where he was going.

Then the tall blond woman helped up the redhead, giving Rin a good look at her now that she wasn't a black and gold blur.  Rin blinked at the porcelain perfect skin and that smile that didn't quite reach the young woman's blue-violet eyes.  "Sorry about that, Kenzo gets a little excited.  Like a puppy.  Are you okay though?  It was a nasty tumble."

And what a crazy accent. It sounds Scottish but not, Rin thought as she approached Sakura.  She rested her hands on Sakura's shoulders and said, "The ring's okay right?  You didn't drop it?"

[SINIB]

Sakura

“No, it’s fine. Let’s just-get going.” Sakura said with a scowl.

[Kat]

Noriko

"Seras, thanks to your little brawl I had to interrupt my shopping. So please be patient and let me finish it." The girl declared to her roommate. She had stuff to buy indeed. Some clothes so she wouldn't rely too much on Seras. She liked her current attire, so she would borrow it indefinitely, though. Oh, and a sharp knife! An essential tool for her workshop. Visiting electronics department would be nice too, after all, she wanted to enroll to a university and study IT as one of majors.

Learning how advanced technology was here was one of her duties. As her oblations required pursuing a craft, she also needed tools for tinkering. Her pet would surely complain if she killed too many pigeons for Mana. And kidnapping some expendable person to gather more juice for her magic was out of question. She lacked completely morals, but wasn't stupid.

[Kat]

Saber

Between bites of the heavenly burger, Saber said, "From what you have said of your companion, she doesn't sound like a candidate for the Elites.  Unless she is a reasonable medic; they are always on the look out for those.  However, a lack of sobriety is troublesome, especially if it hinders her performance."

Then she eyed Mordred and asked, "Last night, did you, by any chance, get into an altercation with a black knight?"

Mordred

"Don't worry, I can straighten her out. She needs some discipline in her life." Mordred assured Saber, confident of her abilities as a drill instructor. She has worked for several freeholds as an errant member of her Entitlement, and with time she would make a soldier even out of people like Emily. First push-ups, than a more advanced training regime...

Arthuria's question broke out Mordred from daydreaming about disciplining Emily. "Eh, you fought that rabid man too?!" she exclaimed in surprise. Maybe that's why he assaulted her, he had a grudge and mistook her for Arthuria.

[Panda]

Seras

The vampire couldn't do much to keep the embarrassed blush as Noriko responded.

"Sure," Seras called back before watching as the girl went inside. After a moment, the vampire decided to follow Noriko in, remaining at a safe distance, but keeping an eye on the girl nonetheless.

[Kat]

Seras

The vampire couldn't do much to keep the embarrassed blush as Noriko responded.

"Sure," Seras called back before watching as the girl went inside. After a moment, the vampire decided to follow Noriko in, remaining at a safe distance, but keeping an eye on the girl nonetheless.

Noriko

While stalking her like that was getting a bit odd even for her, she felt somewhat flattered that Seras thought of her safety. Still, she could come with her, but she wouldn't pressure her to.

Exploring the shop, she bought jeans and a shirt, as well an elegant but not too expensive dress matching high heels which she purchased for more fancy occasions. Who knows if she had to mingle with people in more formal situations. As well, she bought some underwear, bras and spare tights as a matter of course. Now, having acquired a knife that looked sharp enough as well as some instant food, she was all set to share one apartment with Seras without being too much of a bother.

Now, she had to time to look through the electronics department. She didn't have money left to buy anything, but still would give it a look. She had a mobile phone and surprisingly the city had a service. It was a small city state, pretty much. And she wouldn't be surprised if it expanded and grew with time. Maybe she would witness it growing to a size of small continent or even a planet one day? Who knew.

Wandering through the department, she was a bit disappointed there was nothing more advanced about Nexus than her own world. She was still glad about not ending up in a bumpkin world. She wouldn't lament about becoming a blacksmith's apprentice or something, but she liked the modern world and would miss it.

Then, she saw and odd sight. A young girl in a Victorian dress, that stood out among the modern environment. Her instinct for sensing the supernatural tipped her off. She scrutinized her with her spells, her aura resembling somewhat those of vampires from her own world. Not exactly fascinating discovery, but she wouldn't pass a chance talking with someone from the same world. Plus, she might have been an old vampire. Her sire though must have had... controversial preferences.

"Fancy to meet someone from the same world. Don't worry, my lips are closed about your condition." she said in a hushed tone when she approached the girl even shorter than Noriko. She knew how vampires were keen about secrecy (Seras being the oddball), so she didn't announce it to others and assured that her secret would be safe.

[LFR Tsar]

Sibyl

So, in her conclusion as the man would discourse his circumstances in a rather vulgar fashion, perhaps to debase himself as a lower urchin and denizen of a society unfitting for his lifestyle, Sibyl concludes to herself that perhaps this man was indeed a hopeless case with a very weak grasp over reality. Well, there is only one way to confirm, and that was to use what Tremeres like to induce unto their victims, and perhaps other peons with the power of Dominate. As she had contemplated such actions to follow through with such an apt attention garnered elsewhere, the woman had not seen notice to the approaching doom that would assail her. Indulging in abstract thinking that made her facial features contort into something less comely for her countenance, twisting into a leer sadistic and rife with thoughts perhaps otherwise that would be painful when regarding ways to inflict the greatest of perils.

It would be in that bout and moment, her distraction proved her greatest of undoing. Gintoki seemed to have slipped on a rotten banana peel, not that she had known that fact as her better attention settled on a man coming for her fast, as said man lurched forward with a great bulk of his mass put into said momentum, and pressed onwards where the first signs of something rather painful that shall erupt in the near recent future, was sealed as his face buried itself between her plush bust, smothering him in gelatinous mounds. Of course, the woman could not comment nor impart vengeance as she soon found herself in a further awkward position, her posterior being the first to make contact against the ground beneath her, and the rest of her followed suit with a painful smack reverberating throughout her pale, and oh so cold form.

She rubbed her head and tried to reconvene her senses that were muddled in a nice bout of PAIN all over her backside, and some uncomfortable weight pressing on her front. Said weight she figured had a few seconds before imminent retaliation would follow suit, as she would not even bother to beat around the bush with theatrics. But as she dawned gaze downwards like the evening star making against the horizon, the sight of perm all but assured her with these thoughts.

He was on her.

He was on her breasts, not budging nor moving.

Sibyl’s eyelids twitched some several times, as all sorts of hateful venomous thoughts coursed throughout the thaumaturge’s brain as she had growled with a wispy bated breath. She settled for the classic, and proceeded to reward the man’s effort with a mighty meeting of her palm against the surface of his cheek in the form of a smack.

“GET THE HELL OFF ME, YOU LOWLY PERM-ADDLED PLEBEIAN SCUM!” She seethes with sheer hatred in her voice, acting with as much elegance as an angry walrus trying to devour the innards of a penguin.

[Kat]

“GET THE HELL OFF ME, YOU LOWLY PERM-ADDLED PLEBEIAN SCUM!” She seethes with sheer hatred in her voice, acting with as much elegance as an angry walrus trying to devour the innards of a penguin.

He didn't want to bury his handsome face into stinking boobs of some zombie. He realized, this person had no pulse, no heartbeat. A vile walking biological weapon. The slap saved him before the smell made him lose consciousness. He would have puked if his stomach wasn't empty. And now the zombie gorilla woman glared at him with rage. "N-no, d-don't get any closer. I-it was just an accident...." His voiced trembled a bit with nervousness. He didn't want his senses assaulted again by such a stench.

[LFR Tsar]

Sibyl

Great, just great. As she assessed the full and total damage assailing her body overall with the stinking waft of a corpulent plague, she noticed that her posterior quarters of her trousers were caked in a thick crust of some organic matter, that no doubt in another time and setting, would make for a great WMD. Probably the end of all civilizations, she dryly noted, considering how horrid it felt just being cushioned by such a black grime thickness. It felt as disgusting as it smelled, but that was not what was on her mind, oh no, it was that trespasser who had ravaged her body like a fell hound of yore. Her body, that same body she would not allow anyone to touch! Unless her mistress asks, and wants to indulge on it, but that’s another matter entirely, and she would not be sidetracked with such… thoughts more befitting a Toreador than a Tremere.

The only solace the she-vampire had out of the entire situation was the sounding of her smack implanting a raw, angry imprint of her hand on his cheek, which upon impact, cracked like the swatting of the whip, which was to say her proudest work, as she gazed into the perfect imitation of her palm stencilled all across the man’s face, well, cheek. Nonetheless, there were more important matters to exact, such as appropriating further retribution against a man who doesn’t even have the decency to apologize for practically molesting her with his lazy, good for nothing, carefree face!

Standing up, she would approach him, step by step by step, drawing distance close and killing any space between them with her ever drawing proximity. Her feet stomps on the ground before Gintoki’s crotch, inches away from his precious jewels, as she lurched forward with a scowl, overlooking the man as he still remained vertically challenged, wider with frown and less inclined towards any displays of forgiveness. She urged herself to calm down, she was not a stinking Gangrel or a Brujah who would frenzy over things like these, but the temptation to indulge in her baser side WAS quite alluring.

“Yet you don’t even apologize despite the accident being YOUR fault? PEH, all because of you, now my clothes are beyond salvation. Just how exactly do you intend to take responsibility for your mistakes, and fix the mess in the first place, permy?!” She would ask, notably closer with all accompanying smell that her brief residence within the confines of a dumpster had imparted unto her, with all the wonderful qualities of decay, rot, and corpulent matter caking her back.

[Panda]

Seras

As Noriko went about her business, Seras remained at a safe distance, having nothing better to do than to keep an eye on the girl. As they entered what appeared to be a tech department of some sort, Seras found herself out of Noriko's line of sight, though the girl was still within the range of hers. Oddly enough, Seras's not-quite-human senses noted Noriko stopping her search to approach what seemed to be a little girl in a Victorian era dress. Well, that wasn't really the odd part. What was odd was what she said to said little girl.

Condition? The hell does she mean by that?