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Post by Alchemist on Jul 10, 2014 16:53:19 GMT
Osceaux's watery blue surface was covered in patches of whitish gray smoke. The air smelled of gunpowder and the sickly sweet scent of the country's prized substance; Iltra. The Maison, formerly known as the UniHouse, towered over the walkways of the city in pearly white dominance. Young children known as Street Cleaners made their way quickly across the stone pavement to clean the area of debris from the parade and fireworks display. The thick, marble doors to the Maison were open wide, a glowing silver light building from within. Creatures of all shapes, sizes and races entered the large metal gates of the structure, swathed in their best attire. Familiar faces wasted no time flocking together in excitement. "Mr. RavenClaw! Oh Mr. RavenClaw!" called a merman as he darted through the slow moving mass of people. "Blast it Sir Froddo! Don't you know this is a masquerade?!" The large puffer fish with two legs mumbled as the merman came swimming over. “No one is supposed to know it's me!” “My apologies, oh, my apologies. The letter that I got from the High Council said that all three members of the Council would be here tonight. Even the mysterious Aariel,” Froddo said proudly. “You idiot, all the letters sent out last week said that,” he puffer fish replied as he nodded to a burly guard that held open the gate. “What really intrigues me is that some say the former dictator would make a quick appearance to pay his respects to the Council. Even the winner of the Chosen To-” “Mr. Ravenclaw, those are treacherous waters you wade in. Gossip can get you in....serious...trouble...” The words of the merman trailed off as the two long time friends stepped into the ballroom. Sir Froddo nearly dropped his mask. The reflections of every body in the room played on the polished, marble floors as if the surface was water itself. String music swirled around them accompanied by a crystal clear, soothing, female voice. The smell of Iltra was even heavier within the Maison, multiple creatures carried pipes in their hands as they danced, the purple smoke of the Iltra dancing out the pipes with them. The second floor was clearly visible from the oval opening within the ceiling, supported by long, shimmering columns. As the two men were pulled off into the majestic aura of the celebration, a darkly cloaked figure stepped into the middle of the room. He seemed to reppel people away from him; the crowd made way for him respectfully before he even opened his contorted lips to speak. The upper half of his face was hidden by a simple mask that portrayed a blood red dragon. The long, slender nose of it seemed to pierce the air. He shook, the bones that protruded from his shoulder moving with him. The air went still long before he began. “Welcome to the fifth annual celebration of High Council Day. Thank you all for coming out with your families and friends to partake in the festivities. I ask that you not only enjoy yourselves, but be mindful of what this celebration is in remembrance of. How are Lords and Lady saved us all from those dark, desperate times. The Council members will join our masquerade shortly. Until then, be dazzled by lovely Raven.” There was a gentle clap that swallowed the room. Then, people returned to their idle conversation and some moved their eyes towards the raised platform off to the right of the room, a beautiful bard female danced around a long silver microphone, blonde hair swirling vivaciously around her. “Man oh man that Raven girl is a sight for sore eyes...” whistled the swooning Mr. Ravenclaw. “Oh hush, nothing good comes from bard women. What interests me more is that speaker just now. Wasn't that the one of the Mages?” “I believe you should stop looking for the next piece of gossip your eyes or ears come across and enjoy yourself, Sir Froddo. And pray no harm comes from that!” |
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Post by JasonAres on Jul 11, 2014 1:37:28 GMT
We see a somewhat different aircraft cutting through the air above the sea of nu-guardia. It almost seemed like it didnt fit the magi-tech atmosphere, it rather stuck out from the crowd, so to speak. Well thats because it didnt belong. The aircraft in question happened to be an sr-71 blackbird. The most advanced and stealthiest jet the earth had to offer, our protagonist hoped he had avoided the detection of this planets radar. It was pure black of course, with a somewhat beak shaped nose, flowing well into its front-facing wings. This aircraft is able to reach speeds of over 2,200 mph, so it wasnt long before he had neared his destination. Through the long ranged camera, he viewed his target, a whirlpool about two hundred feet across. Most everyone who should be attending would know that this is his express route to the city holding this event that so interested him.
He thought of the reason he was here, which was to view and scout this planet, and its inhabitants. Details are classified, but this includes attending large scale social events, so long as he kept his identity and purpose a secret. This came especially naturally, seeing as this was a masquerade, and he was required to wear his mask at all times while in active duty. This mask I speak of, was one that came into posession while he was very young, still living with his adoptive father. It was a simple plastic clown mask, depicting a white base, a normal humanoid face, along with open eye holes and mouth, outlined in a candy red color.
Our protagonist, whom I will now reveal to be codenamed Laughingstok, reaches toward the control pannel of his aircraft, and presses a large red button labelled "release". Any halfwit with a brain knows that this will eject him and engage the auto pilot. Which he pressed, and it did, and man did he fly. The seat didnt even go with him, nor did he parachute. He rotated back as he soared over the length of his plane, and finally turned to face the water.
He reached up, and pressed two pressure releases on either side of his aviator helmet, and with a hiss, the object fell away lagging in the air to reveal his masked face. We can now see our protagonists full body, and his clothing, which I will describe from the ground up, figuratively of course. His shoes were a dull beige color, shined and well kept. His press pants were a candy red color, freshly drycleaned and ironed to the crease, matching his suit jacket that flapped in the wind. His button up was a calming blue shade, contrasted by the neon green bow tie he wore, which matched the slightly abnoxious tophat he grasped in his left hand so that it would not fly away.
In all of this, he had not forgotten his weapons, which he hoped would look normal in the setting. Beneath his suit jacket, in leather military shoulder holsters, were two twin colt 1911 pistols, with custom rubber grey grips for fit. Standard military issue of course. On his back lay a mysterious black box whose contents may be revealed later. It layed diagonal, its leather strap going through custom holes on his suit to wrap around his torso without looking too strange. Finally, something was missing, but I dont quite remember what. An empty holster layed perpendicular to the black box, its occupant could not be discerned, as the object it was meant for was completely outworldly. Just then, dispensed from a hole in the bottom of the jet as it made its return flight to his makeshift bunker, was a stopsign.
Yeah, you read that right. Its an earth stopsign, why he had one, is unclear. But he opened his body so as to slow his descent, and allow the object to catch up. Snatching it out of the air, he returned it to its holster on his back, and brought in his limbs to dive headfirst into the whirlpool I mentioned earlier, just in the nick of time, that could have hurt. The whirlpool, aided by the magic of the city, would despense him nearly three blocks away from the building where the party was being held. He waited on a street corner for an aquantance of his, whom he hoped would arrive soon. He really wanted to be on time for this, as it would be his first interaction with the natives of this planet, and he wss very excited. He leaned up against a building and kept watch.
-Part one, the soldier's first appearance-
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Post by Animus on Jul 11, 2014 2:20:53 GMT
*Animus was sitting solemnly in his ship as it races through space heading to the small planet. He rocked back and forth slowly with his elbows resting on his armor, creaking slightly due to the metal grinding together. He took a long drag of the cigarette he had in his mouth and threw it to the ground watching it slowly die. He blew three smoke rings in a line smiling lightly as they disappeared into the air. He felt the ship come to a slow and steady stop and sighed. He walked to the large ships bay doors and waited for them to part. He starred blankly at the wavy water sighing slightly again.* Ehhhh....I hate my life. *He had never been very fond of water due to he had never been very fond of the water due to him never being around it in such large quanities. He preferred walking across deserts, jungles, and on one occasion a giant molten rock. He wasn't scared of water just preferred to avoid it, but he couldn't today. He was a diplomat in the name of the Terran, a highly advanced species very similar to that of a human. He was hoping to negotiate the possibilities of them making bases on the planet and using it as a check point in the galaxy. In return the Terran would gladly protect the planet from any intruders. Back to Animus who was still staring at the water. He lowered the visor of his helmet, hiding his face behind what seemed to be a large sunglass. He then plunged into the water and began to sank. He would check his rifle and revolver making sure that they were secured and wouldn't fall off. He slowly sank downward. Him looking around seeing that even with his weight he wouldn't reach the bottom for almost an hour.* This.....Sucks. *he crossed his arms across his broad chest and starred angirly into what seemed to be nothing, waiting for the end of his decent.*
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Post by Khemia on Jul 12, 2014 22:57:01 GMT
//Enter The Man Of Many Capacities\\
He floated in the air hovering over the waters as it swished around violently. His eyes darted back and forth as his skin flushes a deep blue and so did his face. The elaborate mask turned from gold to blue as his skin did so also a strong blue watery like mist exploded from his form as he began to descend at high speed plunging deep into the whirlpool of water. As he began to go down his eyes shut ~I feel like I am on a fucking roller coaster....I fucking hate roller coasters.~ He thought to himself as he held on tightly to the heavy metallic backpack nuzzled tightly on his form. What did he even carry it for?? Why would he be walking around with a heavy ass metal backpack which obviously could not store items...or could it?
As he hit the ground with a gentle thud he looked around at the small children scurrying around cleaning the ground some seemed to be playing with each other, as other seemed to be racing to see who could get to the end the fastest. He smiled as a whiff of smoke hit him in the nose. He stood up full as he put his hands on his hips and looked around "What in the actual fuck??" he said aloud to himself as some of the kids smirked and even bursted out with a loud "AWWWWWWWW" in an immature detest to his sailor mouth.
Two things hit his mind...well more like three. First he was under water and there was smoke. Second he was underwater and he was not drowning. Third....HE WAS FUCKING UNDERWATER!!! He really hadn't had much experience with the watery ways of sythrith or however you spell it. He was always a telaris man...until now, he had caught wind of a masquerade party. He hoped from liquor bitches and more liquor and really it was an excuse to escape Respite's fucking Grotto that place was a death trap with extra trap and death. It was plenty of times he had seen one of his homies of acquaintances get smoked right on the corner IN FRONT OF HIM. An half the time he was doing the trigger pulling....fucked up right? Right.
Well anyway he looked around as he began to walk noticing how slow it would be to arrive to where all the bitches and inebriating drugs would be. So he chang literally and maybe figuratively...whatever that mean. HE bent down and focus as his blue skin turned leathery almost like a fishes. Gills sprouted from his fingers and he took off his shoes at in between each toe they webbed as like his fingers. He reached behind him as a small metallic arm reach up from the bookbag quickly and grabbed them. "I am tired of holding your filthy shoes!!" The backpack yelled aloud.
"Shut the hell up before I throw ya bitch ass in the trash. An hold the damn shoes ass ungrateful robot" He retorted as small fins grew from his elbows and his back right above the robot backpack thing.He swam and he swam fast as the water fizzed around his form he speed past the kids clearing some of the smoke with his sheer speed as he disappeared into the distance. "BITCHES HERE I COME!!!!" he yelled aloud in excitement as the robot on his back scoffed loudly. "Ya know if you are going to keep acting like that this is going to be an unpleasant trip for me." It Said"Nigga...you fucking killing mah vibe dawg" Khemia answered back as he swam on.
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Post by Sirius on Jul 16, 2014 16:16:55 GMT
=You Know I Gotta Come In Style=
A masquerade in an underwater city in Syirith? Virtually everybody in the entire continent going? Maybe even people from Telaris?
“Should be interesting.” Argent Thantos said to himself as he stepped up the unsullied silver stairs to the ajar chest piece of his most prized possession; his beloved mechanism.
He stepped inside of the mech’s torso and allowed himself to relax, plopping down on the cushioned chair that he had designed himself as opposed to the uncomfortable metal chair he had when he first acquired his prize. He sat upright, his hands flying across the glowing dashboard in front of him as buttons were pushed, levers were pulled. The flat screen television above him whirred to life, the camera on the mech’s forehead showing him where he was going. The other half of the flat screen showed everything that was going behind him. Another cool gadget that would help him.
Argent smirked and pressed on the gas pedal below his feet, causing the mechanism to begin moving, gradually getting faster until it went into a full sprint through the trail he was on. This caused for them to go flying through the various cities and lands of Syirith until Argent got to the swirling whirpool that led to the underwater city below. A sane person would step on the brakes and make the towering robot stop in it’s tracks. But Argent wasn’t very sane. Instead of making it stop, he made the mech jump in the air, falling feet first into the whirlpool below. This whirlpool led him to the underwater city, where the gargantuan robot landed perfectly on it’s feet, hopefully not crushing anybody.
He slowly pressed against the gas pedal at this point, allowing the mechanism to simply walk to the wide open gate, before having it stop adjacent to the entrance. The chest piece opened up once again, where Argent proceeded to walk down the stairs in cordial fashion, before pressing a button on his keys, where the chest piece closed back up and was locked.
Argent put his hands in the pockets of the blue denim jeans he was wearing. He wore a dark black tank top underneath a similarly colored jacket with the zipper open. His deep burgundy hair fell partially covering his deep blue hues. A smile was plastered on his face as he stepped into the city’s massive gate.
“Party’s here!”
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