Alrighty then, after the last thread completed the annual cycle of birth and slow gurgling death, we (and by we I mean this thread's regulars) have decided once again to start fresh. Since it is tradition and only common courtesy to explain this for newcomers, this thread is a place for your burgeoning characters to interact with other people's creations in a relaxed
setting. Yes I did emphasize that for a reason. We'll get to that.
This time around we've decided to implement a few loose "rules". They are as thus:
(1) No superpowered showoffs. As evidenced by previous threads, we tend to let ourselves get carried away with characters like these, which inevitably results in "who's power is better" battle royales. Which brings us to the following...
(2) NO POINTLESS FIGHTING. Remember that bolded and italicized "relaxed"? I meant it. There will be no fighting unless it is absolutely critical to character or plot. Any fights that do break out are to be resolved quickly and neatly unless, again, it is vitally important.
(3) Try to keep the plot coherent. A complex plot is not necessarily bad, but other participants need to be able to keep up. So please, try to collaborate as much as possible on plot.
(4) If an upcoming twist/action/whatever has not had objection raised to it and has not yet occurred after five posts, the next post should make it happen. By extension, each post should keep the story moving (unless it is an OOC comment).
(5) Finally, only 1-2 characters a poster, three maximum.
This helps with the above.
These rules are not iron-clad. They can be bent and even broken. I feel that limiting a writer's options should be some sort of punishable crime, so these rules will not necessarily be enforced until someone starts abusing them.
Now that that's out of the way, our setting. A white beach house nestled on a small peninsula. Placid blue water surrounds the luxurious home◊
from all sides. A salty sea breeze caresses the hair and the gulls cry in song, as if celebrating life itself.
Jumping was a strange thing, to be certain. Made even stranger in that it was completely inconspicuous. No crackling lightning or glowing vortexes involved. Xavier merely plopped into existence in the middle of a thick bush only feet from shore.
He picked himself up, brushing the sand off of his thin white shirt, blocking the sunlight with his hand. No, the only thing conspicuous about their travels-
"Xavier, over here! What took you so long?"
Xavier sighed. He waited patiently for the approaching figure.
It was rather hard to mistake her for anyone else. She wore a large Victorian-era dress whose color seemed to change whenever you weren't looking and was constantly waving around a large old-timey umbrella (not old enough to match her ridiculous dress mind you, but old enough). She topped it off with a small silk bonnet embroidered with flower patterning (or was it birds?), which was a shame, because as much as Xavier hated giving her compliments, her long white hair really was quite pretty. Yes, Kalafina stuck out like a sore thumb wherever they went.
"Would you mind changing into something else for once? You look ridiculous." Xavier called to her.
"Well maybe you just look too ordinary. You ever think of it like that?"
He sighed. Angry, or glad, happy or sad, she was always like this. Deciding to ignore it, he stuck his thumb out to the stark white beach house.
"We should check it out. Maybe they have some supplies they'd be willing to trade for."
She nodded in agreement. The walk to the house was short, offering little time to take in the remarkable view. Xavier drank in the scenery, every last detail. It was stunning. It reminded him of a trip he'd taken as a child-
He shook the thought out of his head, but it clung on hard. So he turned to his companion to shake it off.
Kalafina walked in a sort of regal way befitting her dress. No matter what the situation, she never seemed to lose that air of calm. It was something about her that both infuriated him and yet invoked a sense of admiration. There were a lot of things about her like that.
"It doesn't look like anyone's home."
Now that Xavier took a better look, he saw it too. The lights were all out and the doors all shut. Unusual for a beach house, especially in the middle of summer. Or at least he thought it to be, judging by the heat and cloying humidity.
The door was plain, minimalist. Xavier twisted the knob, jiggling it, but the lock remained steadfast. No good. He motioned to her, and they braced themselves against the door.
"On three. One, tow-"
They slammed into the door. It shook but did not falter.
Their efforts were finally rewarded with that brilliant cracking sound as the door gave way and they half-ran half-stumbled into the house.
edited 15th Mar '11 3:55:42 PM by KSPAM