Personaverse
Location: Calming Clearing | Shadow Zone
Akane | Angelus | Caim | Cz | Jenny | Kalastryn | Lucieon | Melethia | Ornstein | Ryan | Rugal | Slindis | Som
There was a pause as Lucieon turned around and gave Jenny a long hard stare. His eyes were death, blue, lonely, and piercing. Ornstein let out a growl and flash stepped forward, his spear twirling around his hand until it landed in both hands, facing outward toward the forest dark.
Lucieon stayed calm however and walked forward, addressing Ryan first,
"We are aware. That is partially the reason I have been dispatched to monitor the group." He flashed his black card and gave Ornstein the same deathly look. The Dargonslayer stepped forward and swiped twice with his spear, leaving a floating arc in the space in front of him. He eyed the brush and waited for the voice again, hoping that it would vibrate the delicate equilibrium of the arc of lightning.
"If it were that easy to get a girl to spread her legs," Lucieon finally said, breaking the dread silence,
"I've died many, many times to vindictive women with large swords. Even more time to sorceress'. and ten times more to butchers." His Princess Guard ring flashed gold in the dark light.
"Come on out, I have a lance for you that you won't soon forget."
Avatar Adventure
Location: Sears Tower | Chicago | Illinois
Time: 4:10 PM
Darren | Deborah | Kyre | Titania
Titania snapped the laptop shut and tossed it off the side of the tower, letting it fall to the ground and land on someone with a wet crack. She stared at Darren without speaking, looking at him posing with his axe. She stopped and breathed through her teeth, clenched in either anger or annoyance.
"Your death will come only if you achieve your objective successfully." There was death in her words. A subtle indignant air that seemed to set the cold winter chill aflame with swirling heat.
Kyre took a step back and looked up from nursing her hand,
"Mistress titania...?"
The young girl did not respond to Kyre. She stepped forward and stepped on Darren's foot, cracking the cement roofing slabs.
"You should not speak to me with such an oblique air. You and I are not familiar... If you seek my anger, I will show you that there are things worse than eternal life wrought with guilt."
Ding!
Titania was caught off guard by the sudden ding and jumped backwards, her eyes wide and hair floating gently down around her. There was a stand with a bell that appeared in front of them. Everyone except Deborah seemed surprised. Then the bell rang again.
Ding!
"What... is that?" Kyre asked. She walked forward and gave the small silver bell a hard look over. Her single green eye sparkled in the half-dead sun. Her hair draped over her face, and she smelled sweetly of winter berries.
Titania was flustered and turned away. She looked around them for anything that could make rational sense of the
Ding!
The bell rang again and Deborah nearly fell off the edge of the sear tower with a large set of mahogany double doors appeared where she was standing.
"What in the Seven Hell's!?" She backed up, hopping on one foot, off balance but on-balance.
Kyre turned from the bell to examine the door, almost unfazed now by the appearance of random household objects. Titania slowly began to realize what exactly was happening, and yet again, she was not happy about it. She breathed sharply through her teeth, whistling a high warbling pitch before grabbing Darren by the shirt and throwing him against the door and breaking it in two. Kyre looked at Titania, who merely pointed, and Kyre nodded, following Darren through the hole in the door.
Then at last, Deborah and Titania were alone again.
"It was Red Mage?" she asked.
Titania shook her dainty head,
"No. Someone worse. It was a writer, but I do not know who."
The Break Room
Location: Great Library | The Archives of God
Time: Distorted
Darren | Kyre
Darren was falling, there were so many shelves that flew by him, an infinite number of wooden towers that reach high above to to the door he was thrown through. Then another figure appeared in the line of his vision, and it quickly grew larger, and larger, and larger, until it hit him right in the stomach.
It was a warm feminine softness, and the world was streaked with strands of ruby red, the soft fragrance of winter berries dabbled the air. Kyre had slammed into Darren feet first and thrown both of them into a uncontrolled freefall.
"Sorry!" she cried over the roaring wind.
It was a few moments later before they hit the floor. Darren landed first, breaking over a hundred fourteen bones that he consciously knew about, and twenty three bones that medical professionals had yet to identify. Then Kyre landed on top of him and crushed the rest of his organs and skeletal structure. Kyre looked bereaved, shocked, and almost regretful and the mess of a man she was sitting on. His clothes and mask were perfectly fine, but he was undeniably dead... Until she started to feel the flesh underneath her shift and reform, and Darren sprung spontaneously back to life.
He coughed.
Kyre jumped up, embarrassed, pulling Darren up by his arm.
"I'm so sorry about that Mr. Darren." She muttered, looking at him with her left eye. It was brilliantly green. Deep, sparkling, and full of life. More than they could say about the environment they were in. What was it? A huge library with shelves upon shelves of papers. Not even books, but just papers. Papers stacked and combined together into piles and stacks and compilations.
"...Where are we?" Kyre asked.
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High above the shelves a robed figure looked down, his hair tousled long and uncut. He had spent too long wandering these archives, looking for a cure. Looking for a solution to his problem. And just as he was on the verge on insanity, some people had dropped from the sky. Where had they come from? He wondered. He moved closer to take a look while the sunlight still streamed into the library. His heart stopped and he gripped his staff and liquor tightly.
[color=CC8899]"Kyre? Darren? What are
they doing here!?"[/color]