The Immortals {Currently Open}

[Aqualung]

Giorgio, torch in hand, wandered over to the far wall beyond the mummy. It had given him a good jump when it begin to move and slink about its cage weakly, but now that the threat seemed lessened, he felt patience and calmness return. They had an opportunity to more properly analyse this place, and he felt it a necessary precaution.

"Fredrick," he said quietly, running a hand over the markings on the wall. He reached into his jeans pocket, jolting as he remembered- his phone! The water had reached it during the fall, but it didn't appear cracked or badly damaged. Holding the EXIT button that glowed dimly in the dark, the phone beeped and the screen lit up. Bene...

Holding the camera phone up to the wall, he snapped a couple pictures, saving them in the small device for later. "It's a little difficult to tell," he said, a little sarcastically, turning to look at the mummy in the box, "but I'm assuming that is not an angel."

Spoiler: OOC

Sorry for not posting, was at school then performing/MCing a concert.

 

[fanklok]

Njord had spent the entire night in the church (not caring if they've been down there for half an hour game time)and in the morning decided to leave and get a hotel room. "I'll stay in the city for a few days, or until I find one of the others," He said to himself laying on the bed, he didn't like the notion of leaving everyone here while he set off to discover more of what was happening. With that he got up grabbed his guitar and amp and went out to play on a street corner.

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well until the plot moves out from the catacombs there really isnt much for me to post so I probably won't be posting till we move to england.

 

[Yorgmiester]

Fredrick followed Giorgio, as he had the light. Examining the carvings with an expert's eye, he let out a 'hmph' and stuck his hands in his pockets. "No... no it isn't." He squinted at the images of the "angels", and at the hooded figures. After a moment of thought, he spoke.

"The figures raised above the rest, on pedestals, are clearly us, the one's being "blessed" with immortality. Of that there is no doubt. I will venture to guess that they don't appear entirely angelic because in reality, they are not. The gift they have given us is both a blessing and a curse." He stroked his beard thoughtfully, staring hard at the hooded figures and the symbols that followed them, the same symbols that were on the seal. It made sense now, and he wished it didn't.

Fredrick breathed a heavy sigh, for a moment reverting back into his old, heavy Danish accent. "Aye, I s'pose I always knew it. Nu'in good can e'r last forever." He looked up at Giorgio, eyes portraying a hint of sadness. "The mummy is an Immortal."

 

[Aqualung]

Giorgio stiffened, his eyes wide and blank. Slowly, he turned to look at the mummy.

It was pitiable in every way. Though it appeared dead and grotesque, he could slowly begin to see some eerie sense of humanity in it. Its gaping mouth hung loosely, as if worn by thousands of years of being clenched shut that it didn't seem to matter any longer. Its eyebrows curved upward, whether in pain or despair, he could not tell. Giorgio lowered his arm, the torch drooping.

"Cazzo... But Zala is thousands of years old, is she not?" He continued to stare at the ancient Immortal, entranced by its stare. He took a small step forward. "How old must he be to look as such...? You don't suppose he could be... one of our first?" Giorgio extended his arm, providing the miserable being with a little more light. "Do you think it could speak? Not our language, likely- but of any sort?"

 

[Yorgmiester]

"I don't know." Fredrick said, turning back to the carvings. "Judging by the decomposed state, I doubt he, or she, can make any kind of vocalization, at least beyond a dull moan." The reality of the mummy pained him deeply, although the amount he allowed it to show was minimal. He was an expert at concealing emotion, as anyone who had lived as long as he had would be.

Fredrick's eyes swept over the hooded figures, scanning them like a general would survey an enemy battlement. He walked up to them and passed a hand over their smooth, stony form, as if touching them would help him glean some knowledge of their meaning. "Old age did not do that to the mummy." he said at length. "See these figures? At a glance they seem to symbolize death. Death chases after us our entire lives, as it does everyone, but the exception with us is that we cannot die. Death eventually catches up with everyone else, one way or another. With Immortals, however, it never does, or at least, as far as we know." He stood back, surveying the entire scene.

"This business of ours, this immortality, it is not a studied science. Only a select few of the rules are known. There may well be other mechanics, other rules, going on here that we have not yet discovered." His voice took on a grave tone. "A person living forever, it goes against the laws of the universe. Things are not meant to last forever, of this I became certain long ago. Everything must have a beginning, and an end."

Fredrick turned and walked over to the casket, gazing down at the pitiful creature inside. The seal still sat on top, glowing slightly. "When we were given our gift, or curse as it may well be, that fundamental rule was broken." He looked at Giorgio solemnly, and pointed at the seal. "Those celestial figures, the moon and stars, they also accompany the agents of death in the carving. The same force, or tool, or power, that they are depicted as wielding, is also depicted on the object meant to seal this poor fellow in his tomb."

He nodded slowly as the Italian's eyes widened, the meaning of Fredrick's words sinking in. "Death chases us, but cannot kill us. It appeared that Death had no power over us, until now."

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I think that's what's going on. Maybe I've made way too much out of your description?

 

[The Abhorsen]

"Kids these days..." he muttered under his breath as he walked. He wasn't really much for company- and it was already obvious how much these people disliked him- though it was nothing to how much he hated being around them.

He continued said grumbling until they got to the large, flooded room- where he immediately walked away from the group to examine the walls.

"These walls are pure jade... And I'm guessing the rest of the room isn't made out of plaster as well."

 

[LiteraryLitany]

Zala wandered into the antechamber, eying what she can see critically, and for clues to the era of origin or who had built it. After Stephan's announcement, she wandered over to a nearby surface to inspect it's building materials. She might be able to recognize some kinds of stone as belonging to a certain source, although her knowledge in geology was limited mostly to personal experience rather than any actual learning involved.

Spoiler: OOC

Zala doesn't need the money, but she won't mind if Paddy does so long as she can check it for clues first.

 

[Erja_Perttu]

Anna crept along the catacombs tunnels. Charles and Shaun had gone on ahead, and she'd heard their voices, but she'd reached a fork in the tunnels. She had no idea which way they'd gone, or how to get back.

"Oh great, I'm lost" she groaned, wringing her hands. "I should have stayed with the others. I'm sure they've found something by now."

She stared at the three different paths in front of her, intense anxiety sweeping over her. Which way, which way...?

She nearly screamed when one of the shadows moved. It flickered across the walls and seemed to lead down the left tunnel. Frozen to the spot, Anna grit her teeth.

"Come on old girl. You can't die, so get going." she said to herself. With that, she dashed down the tunnel, hoping to find something, or hopefully someone.

 

[Xanian]

The group with the mummy

The walls steadily begin to illuminate on their own, as though the light form your feeble torches and electronics is aiding them. You can hear what sounds like a deep foreboding moan coming from the middle of the room.

Charles and Shaun

The walls of this new corridor seem to be dressed with high relief. It could be the depiction of Hell, or it could be a Bacchanalian carnival, it is difficult to tell. Either way, the odd demon/ angel like figures seem to be glowering at the festivities. And as you walk further through the passage, they begin to kill, malign, and destroy the humans and creatures involved. Eventually the hall opens into a large room filled with bones. It smells musty and ancient, but is dry thanks to the door you initially walked through. The bones seem to be placed in an orderly fashion, and the dead are clothed in the scraps of some ancient robes, long since molded and corroded to only scraps. The walls depict skeletal men wearing robes hunting figures marked with an odd symbol.

Zala's group

Everyone will notice that the walls are indeed Jade. An exceptionally rare multi-colored jade that comes from much farther South than New Orleans, and it hangs in sheets.

Suddenly, the room lights up from some unknown source, casting the room in a beautiful, iridescent light that seems to come from behind the thick Jade walls.

There are many skulls outlined in the relief in the wall and a number of symbols that are unfamiliar to you all except for maybe Zala, who herself might have only seen them in a dream. There is a depiction of the entire night as seen during the Winter Solstice from this position in the world, carved into what is most probably an iron ceiling, with ammonite used to highlight the stars and celestial bodies. A thin trickling/ plop sound is heard, and you realize that your entrance triggered something that is now allowing a pure mercury river to come from the walls and follow some channels carved in the ebony floor in the form of the rivers of the world. You soon realize that multiple stones are used to create a type of mosaic of the map of the world. It makes little sense to you, as the church clearly was built long before the discovery of multiple continents coexisting on the same planet, let alone ammonite.

The place certainly seems ripe for the picking.

Just for Njord

A tall/ hooded figure stands and listens to you play. Were this not New Orleans, he might stand out in his full length monks hood, but instead he seems to blend in rather well here in the French Quarter.

He says nothing, just listens and watches without making a move.

 

[Quad08]

Charles looked around at the paintings on the wall, his mouth slightly agape. He had never been much of an art person but the images he was seeing here were incredible.

He was almost certain it was help he was seeing. Where else could such feats be performed?

Then he walked into the bones room, the remains neatly set out across the room, with the tattered remains of ancient robes.

"What is this?" he wondered aloud, looking up at the odd symbol marked on those being hunted

 

[ThreeWords]

Spoiler: ooc

Sorry, but due to time restrictions, my unfortunate delay and the bulky nature of the RP, I think I'm gonna have to drop out. Needless to say, I give you all my blessings

Have fun without me =D

 

[LiteraryLitany]

Zala froze as her eyes searched the place, all of her senses prickling with the strongest sense of deja vu she'd ever experienced, and in her long life she had run into it many a time. Yet here... It was if she was stepping into a dream she never remembered, but had had before... Long ago...

Her back throbbed for a long moment, in memory of that first death, the first of many. So many she had lost track of the number. Battle had taken so much, but they were never the most gruesome. It was always far worse back in those early days when she had yet to perfect her self-defense and bandits or bored soldiers... Even after she became capable, there had been situations that had rendered her helpless, and somehow had been the worse for how capable she should have been. This world arrayed before, in jade and other precious things, she had thought she was immune to anything it could throw at her. Had relished on occasion in shouting at it to do its worst, because it had always made her stronger. And colder, she realized. This world no longer felt like her own. There was nothing with which she felt any kinship, except perhaps these strangers she had met this day. Because perhaps she hoped they might understand her, as every one of the flower-brief lives she'd tried to share time with had failed to. They were the only thing she had left to hope in, and that was a black thought. Or it should have been, but as is the nature of hope...

Before she knew why, she was shivering, eyes wide and wild as they searched the the map and the stars for something... Anything...

 

[The Hairminator]

Gerard noticed Zala's disturbing reaction to the room. He didn't say anything, but watched her closely. He knew that she was far wiser than him, and in any situation she'd know better than him about what to do. He was on his guard, however, should anything unexpected occur. Even after this short time he had grown quite attached to her.

'If I had met her earlier, my life would probably have turned out very different' he thought. Opposed to avoiding other immortals he would have followed her to the end of the world, or at least, as far as she would allow him to follow.

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Looks like... I'm secretly in love

 

[SteakHeart]

Gerard noticed Zala's disturbing reaction to the room. He didn't say anything, but watched her closely. He knew that she was far wiser than him, and in any situation she'd know better than him about what to do. He was on his guard, however, should anything unexpected occur. Even after this short time he had grown quite attached to her.

'If I had met her earlier, my life would probably have turned out very different' he thought. Opposed to avoiding other immortals he would have followed her to the end of the world, or at least, as far as she would allow him to follow.

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Looks like... I'm secretly in love

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You know she's 14, right?

 

[The Hairminator]

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You know she's 14, right?

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No, just kidding. She's only 14 physically, and stranger things have happened.

 

[LiteraryLitany]

She stopped at the sight of the symbols littered amongst the skulls. She knew them. Her memory had never failed her in regard to language. It was how she learned, something she'd had a knack for even as a young girl who picked up a few things from her husband's own knowledge of dialects. Easier to pick up than the skills of body and hand she had agonized over centuries to develop. And yet as familiar as the symbols were, they were equally incomprehensible. Almost dreamlike in their feel...

Dreams. Half-remembered and barely thought of. What was happening to her? What was this journey doing that had so disturbed the sense of detachment and calm she'd developed over the centuries? Excitement and worry blended together in an unmistakably... human mixture. This seemed to remind her that she wasn't alone, a faint blush staining her cheeks. She indicated symbols that lined the walls to the others. "Those are... familiar, somehow. But not... From memories. More from dreams..." She paused.

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You know she's 14, right?

FFFFUUU-
No, just kidding. She's only 14 physically, and stranger things have happened.
Also, fix your post, Steak- quotes are OOC as well.

Heh, well, to be fair she looks a fairly mature 14, so while she died at fourteen she looks more like a modern-day 16 or 17, there's a big explanation I could get into on that involving hormones but I don't want to scar any boys so I'll simply say she was married at 12 to like a 40-year-old, and was considered a woman earlier than that, so she'd be the first to laugh at any suggestion of inappropriateness.

 

[SteakHeart]

Spoiler: OOC

You know she's 14, right?

FFFFUUU-
No, just kidding. She's only 14 physically, and stranger things have happened.
Also, fix your post, Steak- quotes are OOC as well.

Heh, well, to be fair she looks a fairly mature 14, so while she died at fourteen she looks more like a modern-day 16 or 17, there's a big explanation I could get into on that involving hormones but I don't want to scar any boys so I'll simply say she was married at 12 to like a 40-year-old, and was considered a woman earlier than that, so she'd be the first to laugh at any suggestion of inappropriateness.

Spoiler: OOC

Oh, I see.
[small]Now exuse me while I go barf. Bleeeeeeeegh.[/small]

 

[Quad08]

Charles brushed away the dirt on the scene before him.

Skeletal men?

Looking back at the scrapes of once ancient robes on he wondered if perhaps the symbol might be marked on one of them

 

[tanithwolf]

Paddy couldn't help but smile as he commented to Zala "Well they're real now and they give me an idea. Someone take pictures of everything, I'm gonna see about some souveniers". With that Paddy moved around the room looking for anything that could be pried lose, making sure to look for some of the jade first.

Spoiler: OOC

The party rogue is revealed at last *evil laugh*

 

[LiteraryLitany]

Zala pursed her lips and began taking pictures with her phone, a flicker of amusement breaking in on her serious mood. This brought back a fair number of memories over the centuries of funding her own fortune through treasure hunting and 'discovering' archological digs that she herself had hidden, or witnessed hidden, years before. It had been the modus operandi of many of her former identities, and she had a few in her pocket for rainy days in the future as well.

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You know she's 14, right?

FFFFUUU-
No, just kidding. She's only 14 physically, and stranger things have happened.
Also, fix your post, Steak- quotes are OOC as well.

Heh, well, to be fair she looks a fairly mature 14, so while she died at fourteen she looks more like a modern-day 16 or 17, there's a big explanation I could get into on that involving hormones but I don't want to scar any boys so I'll simply say she was married at 12 to like a 40-year-old, and was considered a woman earlier than that, so she'd be the first to laugh at any suggestion of inappropriateness.

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Oh, I see.
[small]Now exuse me while I go barf. Bleeeeeeeegh.[/small]

Hey, she hasn't TOLD anyone she was only 14, they probably think she's just older-teenager looking. And just to give you more squick food for thought, she's over 3000, she's definately experienced. It is supposed to play with peoples' heads a bit, though. And to annoy her when guys get squick-y about it. I like to torture my chars a bit and she's a bit sensitive on the whole age thing.