Harbinger turned his attention to the human skirting around him. "You have no reason to be so paranoid. This form is weak and damaged. I find your fear of it insulting."
We Are Our Avatars IV (Uh, closed for real now)
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Gig woke up in a snowy forest, and gotten up. "W-what, where the hell am I? Damn it Virtuo-*****, don't you get enough of messing with me!?" Gig look toward the distance to a large Mansion with a beautiful lake.
"Well, it better than freezing my ass off. Whoever owns that old ass castle better have some Hotpods."
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"Well, it better than freezing my ass off. Whoever owns that old ass castle better have some Hotpods."
Sorry, for the wait, I had to depowered-Gid, since in his original series, he more or less the Grim Reaper. That, and my Avatar wouldn't load.
"I assure you, Monsieur Bernard, I am quite sane." Jaques glanced up at the woman riding on Couleuvrine, surprised at her silence, and a little concerned by the gasp.
"Madamoiselle? Do you not speak?"
"Madamoiselle? Do you not speak?"
@Hatch: 
The casket stook for a second. Then another shake. From sides of it, the silver casket retracted itself into 4 long silver curved objects. Inside the casket... Was a young woman, probably 18 years old, seemingly in cyro-sleep. She wore a basic shirt that revealed something that 21st Century people would call "Under-boobs", and a semi-short skirt, both articles of clothing grey.
As she slowly opened her eyes, a strange armor manifested around her chest, groin-area and legs, encasing them completely. Her face was obscured by a blue mask (Kinda looks like Mu-12 from Blazblue... however the mask is like Hakumen)
As she slowly rose herself like a platform was behind her, she spoke in a monotone voice. Sad, wore even, but full of life.
The casket stook for a second. Then another shake. From sides of it, the silver casket retracted itself into 4 long silver curved objects. Inside the casket... Was a young woman, probably 18 years old, seemingly in cyro-sleep. She wore a basic shirt that revealed something that 21st Century people would call "Under-boobs", and a semi-short skirt, both articles of clothing grey.
As she slowly opened her eyes, a strange armor manifested around her chest, groin-area and legs, encasing them completely. Her face was obscured by a blue mask (Kinda looks like Mu-12 from Blazblue... however the mask is like Hakumen)
As she slowly rose herself like a platform was behind her, she spoke in a monotone voice. Sad, wore even, but full of life.
Code:
[color=grey]Repair protocols in effect.... Phoenix Program... Green... Elemental Powers... Green...[/color]
Yu makes his way to what seems to be the front door of the mansion. He opens the door to be blasted with a gust of wind from the snowstorm. Yu closes the door and brushes the snow from his shoulders. It's way to cold out there. I'll freeze to death without proper clothing.
Yu's attire:
Yu's attire:
The man, known by no other name than "Grey", laid low in the shadows. He was never a big fan of other people, and he was a convicted criminal. A person could easily recognize him, call him out, and either the cops or the guards in that godforsaken place --- if they survived, that is --- would come and retrieve him.
(OOC: Sitting against a wall, near where the catigrl fixed up Virgil. He followed VIrgil into the mansion.)Gearhead mk2 said:
*the old man set his staff standing in front of the man in orange, hoping the message would go through*
How are you still here? Is this his doing? Or was a keter involved?
How are you still here? Is this his doing? Or was a keter involved?
Grey jumped.
"If you call the cops or anyone, I will personally murder you. And how do you know about Keter-classes? And how do you know about the Foundation in general?"
"If you call the cops or anyone, I will personally murder you. And how do you know about Keter-classes? And how do you know about the Foundation in general?"
Roland raises an eyebrow at the thing's sudden speech, then gives a rare chuckle. "Fuck you, you dusty old relic".
He turns and walks out to the trees where his horse is tethered. That little exchange had taught him something. The creature wasn't capable of reading his moods. He'd heard of machines from the old world capable of detecting emotions, lies, and all but reading the subject's thoughts.
He turns and walks out to the trees where his horse is tethered. That little exchange had taught him something. The creature wasn't capable of reading his moods. He'd heard of machines from the old world capable of detecting emotions, lies, and all but reading the subject's thoughts.
Gig crept inside the Mansion, "Hello? Anyone here? Well, if you're hiding, do you have any Hotpods?"
"I was born and raised in Lyon, South of Paris." Jaques said with some pride. "And you? Where did you live, er, where do you now haunt?" As he spoke however, he heard the woman's distress and looked up at her again.
"Madamoiselle, what is the matter? Are you ill?"
"Madamoiselle, what is the matter? Are you ill?"
OoC: @Harbinger K then. And for the record, it's spelt with an E, not an I. Vergil.
Vergil saw something sat against a wall. A humanoid insect, with glowing eyes... some kind of demon? He approched it cautiously.
Vergil saw something sat against a wall. A humanoid insect, with glowing eyes... some kind of demon? He approched it cautiously.