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Cross Effects 1.0 Archive / Re: Cross Effects- The RP

« on: December 16, 2013, 06:43:45 PM »

Licking his lips in anticipation (no, he didn't know how he was doing that without lips or a tongue either, and he frankly was not bothered in the least), Sir Bonesington strolled inside the bakery and gingerly proceeded down the waiting line to the counter.

The man at the cashier looked up at him with an expression of mixed horror and anxiety, and did not even greet him.

How uncouth.

"A chocolate croissant. On the double. I'll be having it here. Also, don't forget the most important part of a homely business like this is a smile." He said, pointing finger almost touching the man's face, before leaving in a huff and sitting down in a free table by the window.

The glass instantly seemed to haze over a little.

He propped up his chin on his bony hands as he took in the place with a satisfied hum. Well, maybe the cashier was a bit cold on his feet, but the place was nice. And if their food tasted as good as it smelled...

"H-here's your croissant, sir!"

A waitress in a nice but conservative uniform called out to him from his left as she laid down a napkin and a plate with a very appetizing looking croissant still steaming, liquid chocolate dripping a little from inside of it. Her voice had a hint of nervousness, but she was smiling and clearly doing her best to sound welcoming.

Cute little thing. 'A' for effort and honesty.

"Thank you, m'dear." he answered with a tiny tip of his hat.

She nodded in appreciation and went to another table in just a little bit of a hurry. Now then.

Sir Bonesington stared, entranced, at his lovely pastry, for a moment. And then took it into his hand and started to dig in.

"HHHHHMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmn~"

It was sweet and filling, and the chocolate almost felt like it could melt him.

Just heavenly.

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Cross Effects 1.0 Archive / Re: Cross Effects- The RP

« on: December 16, 2013, 11:00:25 AM »

As Sir Bonesington walked (floated) down the deceivingly ordinary looking street, ignoring the multitude of looks he was receiving from few bystanders, it finally occurred to him that he didn't really know where to start looking for.... anything, really.

Oh, and that he was quite possibly stuck here, didn't have an actual means of transportation, and was homeless. But those were minor issues! He still had at least something like a gold bar somewhere on him, he was sure. He never left home without one. All he'd have to do is look for a real estate agent and - Actually no, wait, it'd probably be a good idea to get a lawyer first.

Well, that and gold bars weren't usually accepted currency.

"Hmmm?"

He stopped as his vision noticed something in the skyline of the city. He took a moment to better analyze the sight in the distance, and his expression lit up with wonder.

A castle? Wonderful! Someone who liked castles enough to build one in the middle of town couldn't possibly be any sort of suspicious or unpleasant individual. It was decided! He was going to make that castle his first stop in this town!

Which he still didn't know the name of, come to think of it. Well, small worries.

Sir Bonesington was just about to make his way in the direction of the castle sticking out of the building skyline when suddenly, a good smell reached his perception.

He looked to his right. There was a bakery there. And the smell of delicious baked goods was emanating from it. The arch-lich stopped in his tracks. He looked to the far-off shape of the castle. And back to the bakery. Then he did it again.

"... just a croissant first."

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Cross Effects 1.0 Archive / Re: Cross Effects- The RP

« on: December 15, 2013, 11:18:01 PM »

Somewhere, in a dark alley in Nexus City, something stirred. That seemed to happen an awful lot around such parts, but nonetheless, this occasion wasn't going to be the one to disprove that with a false start.

The air trembled with magic as space itself opened in a circular shape, emanating intense blue light. On the other side, a different location was visible, but it was like looking through a hazy glass pane or a reflection in a disturbed water surface. It kinda looked like someone's very dark and bleary library.

There was something like a distorted 'meow' from it and a distressed, echoing cry.

It was interrupted about three seconds later when suddenly a tall and majestic figure appeared from within the shining portal and flew gracefully through the air to... impact against the hard floor face first.
Or to put it more succinctly, they tripped through the portal. Which then collapsed and closed with a flash.

Whomever had come out of it writhed on the floor. A resounding voice with a British accent rang out.

"This is why we can't have nice things, Mr. Wuffles."

 A large skeletal arm with a metal band around it stretched from the ground. And so did the rest of the body it was attached to. A tall and lean shape rose from the floor and stood, its long and elaborate purple robes from the waist down floating a few inches off the cement. Its frame over the waist was skeletal and imposing, illuminated by an icy glow from within that stretched along its arms to its claw-like boney fingers and up to its head that was barely more than a skull. The shoulders and back displayed metallic pieces that were a cross between adornments and armor. Four horns protruded out of that skull, two piercing through the base of the top hat adorning it. The floating chains around its body clanged as it looked behind it.

Somehow, the expression on that skull changed. Behind his monocle, Sir Bonesington rose an eyebrow in curiosity, the cold blue light of his eyes sparkling with something. He took a look around, a hand under his chin and another behind his back. His jaws moved impossibly as he relayed his own conclusions aloud in that echoing British tone of his.

"Well, this isn't Kansas."

So logic dictated this had to be.... somewhere new!

His portal had closed now, but it had brought him somewhere that was neither Kansas nor someplace he could recognize. Although this was very clearly the modern world, at least judging from the architecture, so there could be a million places where he could have wound up. Though somehow, this didn't feel at all like some ordinary town. It smelled, tingled like magic, like weirdness, like awesome waiting to chaotically unleashed!

He chuckled darkly. He didn't expect a result nearly as amusing when he opened that portal. It seems his cat would have to be forgiven for putting that rollerskate in his way this time. The potential of this was far too great.

Laughing, he glided off the alley and in search of the wonders of this city with a hearty declaration.

"Now, take heed world! The glorious Sir Bonesington takes speed into amazing!"

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Cross Effects 1.0 Archive / Re: Cross Effects - Sign Up, Discussion Page

« on: December 15, 2013, 09:34:08 PM »

Sir Bonesington appearance pic updated. Credit to editing goes to KAIZA. ^C^

Will see about posting something now.

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Cross Effects 1.0 Archive / Re: Cross Effects - Sign Up, Discussion Page

« on: December 15, 2013, 08:13:10 PM »

Tsukasa and Sir Bonesingtson are approved.

(Man, Sir Bonesington sounds awesome.)

Yaaaaaaaay~

Thanks!

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Cross Effects 1.0 Archive / Re: Cross Effects: Ask The Characters

« on: December 15, 2013, 07:13:02 PM »

Old Man Henderson: Who in Nexus City do you currently think is most likely to have stolen your lawn gnomes?
Valda: What is your favorite Disney move? Also, your opinion on movies by Studio Ghibli?

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Cross Effects 1.0 Archive / Re: Cross Effects - Sign Up, Discussion Page

« on: December 15, 2013, 07:01:50 PM »

Character sheet awawa-waiting Elf approval.

[Spoiler]

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Cross Effects 1.0 Archive / Re: Cross Effects Character Page

« on: December 15, 2013, 06:59:05 PM »

Name: (The Glorious!) Sir Bonesingtson
Race: Lich
Age: You'd like to know, wouldn't you. So would I! But come on, admit this pile of bones is still worth a hump.
Height: 7 or 8 feet or so~? Do you count the distance to the floor? Or where my robe ends?
Weight: I'm as light as a feather! Don't even touch the ground!
Eyes: Why, they were as dazzling as a morning sunrise! Surely!
Hair: Quite sure it was as soft as touching heaven itself.... yes, I must've had an outrageous mane of princely hair!
Appearance:
Alignment: Outrageously Neutral!

Charisma: B
Strength: D
Endurance: B
Agility: D
Speed: E
Magic Resistance: B
Magic Ability: A++

Undead archmaster of Ice and Shadow magic. Also learnt Necromancy, since it was a requirement for the job description he had in mind at a time. And like any good exceedingly accomplished mage, knows just enough about general magic of all kinds to count when there's a relevant plot reason to use it. Wards, summoning, and portals are just the ones that come up most often.

Really likes 'Mass spells', and other spells with a large and dramatic effect. Some of his preferred abilities are Frost Armor, Frost Blast, Frost Nova, Death And Decay, Shadowbolt and Sacrifice. His Ice and Shadow spells can all be instantly or near instantly cast, and have great power and area of effect due to his natural ability and skill. His ice explosion spells can freeze entire blocks and encase enemies in ice, and his shadow magics and curses can cause very agonizing pain and widespread environmental and personal damage, as the case of Death And Decay.
He can raise the dead as skeletons, ghouls and wraiths that serve him and also summon many of his existing undead minions, some of which are notably stronger individually.

Other Abilities: Farmer, gardener, playwright, actor extraordinaire, public speaker, singer, and dancer. The Glorious Sir Bonesington is all of these things with a passion! Most skills acquired from overseeing and educating position at a certain cult of the dead. Others he's just a natural though. Also was president of said cult's member association and organized a strike for more vacation days.


Origin:

Spoiler for Hiden:

Bonesington (he has since forgotten his original name and no longer cares) was once a bright and studious young mage studying at the Kirin Tor. Y'know, back way before Lordaeron fell and Archimond and the Scourge totally wrecked it. And Bonesington was so good, people used to say he was the second coming of Antonidas. Except for using magic to make people sneeze and then freeze the sneeze in their face. And making the library into a ice skating hall. Or making people think they'd gone blind. But damn if he wasn't so classy doing all of that that he managed to prevent himself from getting expelled.

Bonesington had bigger, cooler, more exciting dreams than what people thought though. Eventually, he left Dalaran in search of new sights and new visions. And he journeyed through the Eastern Kingdoms and other places those of the human nations knew not, jumping all over the place. He got drunk with the dwarves, he very hurriedly and quickly declined to be a part of troll banquets, he tinkered with cogs and machines with the gnomes, he crashed blimps with the goblins, he learned the distinction between fabulous and ridiculous with the elves, he froze murlocks alive, he saw the nerubians do the most smackin' version of break dance in existence, and he flew through the skies of Azeroth with drakes. One merry day he was making his way through Lordaeron when he saw a shady pamphlet for an interesting job offer as local cult of the dead propagation manager. That sounded interesting and new! Also, their dental plan sounded really good.

So, to meet job requirements, he went and learnt necromancy. He took to it surprisingly fast. He had always wanted to try it to make skeletons break dance. Which he thought would be the most floor-clacking thing ever since he saw nerubians do it. It turned out doing that on the job was frowned upon, as new employees orientation for Cult Of The Damned members told him. Still, he listened and did his job, and did it well, and soon he was being promoted faster than it took him to say an orc joke. And for his troubles, the big boss got him turned into a lich. He thought it was totally radical.

He helped Arthas in his campaign in Lordaeron and spread the plague through the Eastern Kingdoms before he was stationed in Northrend, where he served as reinforcement against Illidan's forces when the Lich King was under assault, and after that was part of the crew overseeing the construction of Icecrown Citadel. Later, he organized a strike on behalf of the Scourge employees members' association to get their much deserved paid vacation while that silly tournament with adventurers from the Horde and the Alliance was going on.

They won. And went on vacation through Azeroth! Until while catching some waves in Tanaris, Bonesington stumbled into the Caverns of Time and got thrown into an unstable gateway by accident. Through time and space and multiple realities, it turned out to be his biggest adventure yet. In the process, he helped dethrone Discord, bitch-slapped Grom Hellscream for being an idiot, became the lead singer of the Elite Tauren Chieftains, engaged in the most amazing murder spree in ever with Richard the warlock, went to the whores with Benjamin Franklin, saved Britain and got armed a knight (whereupon he started referring to himself as Sir Bonesington), saved Christmas, and learned how to break dance.

When he finally got back to his proper Azeroth, the Lich King had already gotten himself killed by Tirion Fordring and co., so he quit his job and decided to buy a little farm in Hillsbrad Foothills, where he dedicated himself to killing helpless and stupid adventurers, gardening, and farming, employing some hard working skeletons to tend to the fields.

He also got a cat.

And one day he was playing around with portals when he tripped into one and found himself into Nexus City.
He immediately decided that, as a new place he hadn't been at before, he was going to get his fill of it.

Weakness: His phylactery, fire magic, wrecking balls, bowling alleys.
Likes: His cat, interesting people, gardening, farming, dancing, opera, rocking out, tea and biscuits, seeing innocent people get flustered.
Dislikes: Obnoxious peasants, simple minded fools, over-thinking issues, people with bricks for brains, lack of flair, those who trample on his flowers or vegetables.

Spoiler for When he gets serious:

"That, as they say, SIR, is it! The top hat comes off!"

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Cross Effects 1.0 Archive / Re: Cross Effects - Sign Up, Discussion Page

« on: December 15, 2013, 05:05:30 PM »

And Elf lays down the law.

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Cross Effects 1.0 Archive / Re: Cross Effects - Sign Up, Discussion Page

« on: December 15, 2013, 04:59:27 PM »

I guess that depends if you see her as the continuation of a line that starts at the past, so to speak, or if changing that line before her birth will not alter it in the future, but simply create an alternate one that coexists with it.

Are you confused? Good.

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Cross Effects 1.0 Archive / Re: Cross Effects - Sign Up, Discussion Page

« on: December 15, 2013, 04:13:57 PM »

Keep calm. Don't panic. Have your towel ready.

I'm readying a cool arch-lich with a fabulous disposition, does this count?

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Cross Effects 1.0 Archive / Re: Cross Effects - Sign Up, Discussion Page

« on: December 15, 2013, 04:04:53 PM »

Oh dear, here we go.

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Cross Effects 1.0 Archive / Re: Cross Effects - Sign Up, Discussion Page

« on: December 15, 2013, 03:35:07 PM »

I think everyone just needs to chill.

I kinda know the right person to do that, but I must finish writing his origin story.

Oh, and hi there guys, will be joining in~