Jedi of the Old Republic
Costume? Did this girl not know what a reploid was?
"It's not a costume. Some of it is armor, the rest is my body."
edited 22nd Jan '15 8:12:29 AM by Cybersbe
What is this "signature" of which people speak?
...What?
It took the girl a moment to process what he said. She was admittedly a bit surprised; her previous facade of apathy now gave away to ambivalent curiosity.
"So then...you're like a...cyborg? Or are you a full-on robot?" She asked, before momentarily coming closer to judge herself.
She began to closely examine Zero, to such a point that she could be considered to be inappropriately invading his space, now able to fully peruse every detail she was initially unsure of. His arms, feet, chest and most of all his face looked, no doubt, life-like. Other than a few minor instances, the guy could possibly pose as a human from just feet away. An oddly-dressed and armed one, sure, but human nonetheless.
Whether he was a cyborg or not, this kind of tech was way beyond the realms of her era, or maybe even her world. In spite all crazy things they had back home, she'd never known of any cyborg or even robot that could look this close to human.
Which made her think, a bit.
Which in turn, made her smile.
This development was giving her somewhat more of an idea of what exactly happened to them, though she was still, for the most part, unsure. She was starting to come up with a theory, but she needed a bit more info out of him to fully confirm.
Needless to say, she was feeling fairly entertained.
"Where are you from? What time did you come from? What's the name of your planet? Are you a dog person or a cat person? What's your favorite food?" Her eyes suddenly beamed with curiosity as she eagerly began to ask the Reploid a number of questions, still awkwardly close up to him.
I'm a ghost, you didn't see me.
Jedi of the Old Republic
Rather than answering, Zero gave a blunt,
"You're starting to annoy me. Instead of asking stupid questions, shouldn't you be more concerned with figuring out where we are?"
With that, he started walking towards the double doors.
What is this "signature" of which people speak?Junko's face quickly shifted to a sour scowl as Zero walked past her, refusing to answer any further questions.
Ironically, disallowing her to fully form a theory on where the hell they were.
She then let out a short, empty laugh. After all, she expected that being a pain in the ass might backfire. She just didn't expect it to occur so soon.
Of course, this just made things more challenging for her, and she loved a challenge.
"H-hey! Wait up!" The teen followed after the Reploid, moving back towards the doors.
"You know, it's so rude to walk away from a lady in the middle of conversation!" She said in a feigned voice of offense.
"Look, we don't know where we are, right? And, we're trying to find that out right? Well, I was trying to figure out where you were from. That's why I was asking you all that junk...Well, that, and 'cuz I was bored..." She twiddled her thumbs as she attempted to explain, regardless of whether or not Zero was actually listening.
"Annnnnnnyway, I just had to ask you all those questions, y'know? You're pretty interesting...and trust me, I don't say that about many people."
"I mean, I don't think anyone back home could make someone like you, not even the Ultimate Roboticist, or something."
"Which, you know, got me thinking; what if we're not from the same time? Or, like, even more far out; what if we're from different worlds?"
"Hm...I know! Let's make it a game. You tell me something about you, I tell you something about me." Before Zero could refuse, she decided to keep going anyway.
"Hm...Let's see...let's see, you already told me your name, and then I told you mine. Then I asked you about your suit, and you told me you were like, a robot or something, so...what's on the level of that?..."
"Oh, I know! Y'see, you can probably tell just from looking at me, but I'm no ordinary high school student~" She then proceeded to take on an overly forced air of obnoxiousness.
"I'm actually the Ultimate Fashionista! Meaning, I'm basically the best of the best when it comes to fashion-I've been in TONS of magazines before I even got into Hope's Peak. Do you know about Hope's Peak? You probably don't know about Hope's Peak. I'd tell you about it if you asked. 'Course, then you'd have to tell me where you come from...though I'd probably tell you anyway, I don't mind~"
It was clear that whether Zero decided to play along or not, she'd continue to blather on.
edited 10th Feb '15 11:54:50 AM by lightdarkhero250
I'm a ghost, you didn't see me.
Jedi of the Old Republic
Zero rolled his eyes.
"I have no intersest in fashion. You look just like any other human to me."
edited 24th Jan '15 8:47:40 PM by Cybersbe
What is this "signature" of which people speak?"Ohhhhhhh. You don't care about fashion, huh? That actually explains a lot!" Taking his answer at face value, Junko continued. "At first, I thought that what you were wearing was just normal for the future, or wherever you came from."
"But...I guess they just don't include fashion sense in robots." She lightly carried on, as if any and all insults were unintentional. "Not that there's anything wrong with how you dress...I'm sure some convention weirdos would think you're the coolest thing on Earth."
As they seemed to have stopped in front of the door, the girl seemed to be waiting for Zero to open it, now that he was here.
"...You're not gonna make me go through first, right? You are the robot, probably packed with missiles and lasers and junk, after all."
edited 29th Jan '15 7:18:01 AM by lightdarkhero250
I'm a ghost, you didn't see me.
Jedi of the Old Republic
Not bothering to even acknowledge Junko's insults, Zero opened the door.
What is this "signature" of which people speak?
sword of promised halp
Yee; Empty White
Yee shook his head, giving a weary, knowing smile. His gray-whorled face crinkled. His stiff white robes seemed to sink into his shoulders.
"I have endured worse, Lune. You should not worry."
He shifted to Dusknoir, using his cane as a fulcrum.
"But the master of those fiends was not our captor. A vassal, perhaps, and one of equal pedigree - but nowhere near him in might. Omega's power is great. His nascent mind spreads its influence like filth through a pond."
Yee's cane struck once into the White. The liquid light rose around them in a perfect, shimmering orb - then it slowly coalesced into reality. Those Champions who had been around before Omega's devastating appearance would see that they were back in the Common Corridor, a long stretch of hexagonal metal lined with row after row of doors. Those Champions who had just joined would not see the Common Corridor, just the long nameless stretch.
But what they would see right in front of them was an open door. And in the doorway was:
One, a Reploid with blonde hair and a ponytail.
Two, a schoolgirl with pink hair and two ponytails.
Three, a cinema screen peering out from behind them both. It had no hair and no ponytails, but seemed suprisingly nonchalant about the whole affair.
"Greetings," smiled Yee, his voice creaking like autumn leaves. "Enoshima Junko and Zero, I presume?"
Kyoko; Attack of the Fifty-Five-Foot Anti-Magic-Spewing Gecko
"Alright, you're mine!"
Bracing her spear against her shoulder, Kyoko shot down for a passing strike at the neck. She was immediately rewarded with the sensation of falling.
Her spear splintered. Her red dress rusted. Her entire outfit fell apart like the last couch in a frat house on Friday night.
Kyoko's fingers dug into her palms and came up red. Teeth grinding, eyes burning, the Magical Girl scrabbled and cursed like it would convince the air to give her some purchase - but it wouldn't. She was falling.
Then something soft plowed into the small of her back. Something like a pillow with bones, almost like a -
Kyoko glanced down at the fluttering pink mane and bit her lip. Luminescent rage blazed its way across her cheeks.
"Just let me fall, why don'tcha?" she managed.
Link; Behold the Plotting Cometh!
Link had no head for intrigue. He had always thought of himself as direct, a goatherd who could go from the gate to the farmhouse or the farmhouse to the gate but never both ways at once.
That hadn't changed. And while he respected and valued plans, he had an innate disgust for plotting. They were planning; Shinuaq'tan had plotted.
He listened in burning silence. Shinuaq'tan was beginning to leave a bad taste in his mouth.
edited 29th Jan '15 2:38:10 AM by troydenite
'Being around you guys makes me go "wtf" instead of pondering the ever increasing dread of time' - EchoingSilence, 2023Although the pony-tailed girl wanted to continue attempting to pester her Reploid companion, it immediately dropped her interest when the opened door revealed a group of even more incongruent figures.
Although a majority of the group seemed to be human, they looked as similarly odd compared to one another as Zero and herself. A good majority of them were girls, though there was one she couldn't make heads-or-tails of; a ghost-like monster that looked like it came from some sort of video game.
The one patriarch of the group —an old man with dull, tattooed markings on his face— seemed to be expecting the duo, as he called out their respective names.
Shifting to a vibrant smile, the schoolgirl raised her hand after being called.
"Enoshima Junko, here~! How do you do?" She talked with a light, cheerful inflection, making a fairly noticeable change from her previous moods of indifference or botheration.
edited 29th Jan '15 7:19:26 AM by lightdarkhero250
I'm a ghost, you didn't see me.
Jedi of the Old Republic
Zero, less enthusiastic, and in fact rather suspicious, took a step forward and took a stance as if prepared for danger.
"Who are you? And how do you know our names?"
What is this "signature" of which people speak?
"You're welcome," Fluttershy deadpanned, clearly annoyed the school girl was a bit more grateful for having her life saved. The pony swerved around to some cover and gently put Kyouko on the ground. She then peeked over at the fight. "Hopefully that blast was temporary, so your magic should come back soon. Now, we have to find a way for me to get close enough to try and use the Stare on the dragon and break the Urizen's spell on him."
DAMMIT MARK, STOP HOTTING HELPY!!
Annoyed Mode: ON
Lune - Nonchalant Cinema Screen Hallway
Yee's words did not inspire any more confidence in Lune... mainly because the fact that an old man she had never met knew her by name was rather unsettling. She was completely certain the man was not a devil, and that wherever they were, it wasn't Hell. He also seemed to know the names of a random japanese schoolgirl and... whatever the other guy who had just come was. For a moment she was tempted to take her sensor and put it near Yee to see if it'd go off, but she opted not to. At least, not yet.
"I'm curious about that too," she stated in addition to Zero's question, in a rather serious tone. "I also want to know what this place is, why we're here, what all that mess was, who that 'Omega' guy is, what did those three mean by 'inmates' and 'recruitment'..." she took a small pause to look at her currrent condition, and then added, "...and where I can find some new clothes that don't have holes and bloodstains."
Jedi of the Old Republic
While the question of how that person knew Zero and Junko's names was still unanswered, apparently one of them was also another person who was in a similar situation. However, Zero's eyes widened at the mention of a name he was familiar with.
"...'Omega'?"
Was it someone else with an identical name? Or was Omega somehow alive and part of this? Considering the situation Zero was in, either explanation seemed possible.
What is this "signature" of which people speak?
Vampire Hunter
Sabrina
"Feel lucky you did not come sooner," Sabrina said to Zero and Junko, looking unharmed but tired. "I'm Sabrina."
She then allowed Yee to explain things. She was too tired from what she experienced to do so.
Wizard Needs Food Badly
Salute the freedom fairy! ._.7
Samus frowned, ticking yet another tactical option off of her list.
—Building up damage will not work; excessive firepower truly is the only way to break through—
While her thermal visor detected the build up, she realized after a moment that the energy readings were different from last time and switched over to her scan visor and analysed. Indeed, the amount of concoctions he was capable of producing was astounding.
She sighed when the chain wall fell; yet another tactic nullified. She wasn't expecting Kyoko to lose her powers, however; she activated her grapple beam but stopped before unleashing it when Fluttershy rescued her.
Out of her hands, she returned her attention quickly to the dragon. Sazh had managed to distract it with one of his spells — turning its own swarm against him, she was satisfied to note. Just what she needed.
Samus got back into the fight, her nozzel whirring as the energy built up upon its end. Making sure she was behind the dragon so that it wouldn't immediately notice her or her attack, she launched a super missile after about 4 seconds. This time she locked onto whichever wing joint was most open to her, the missile homing in.
During those 4 seconds, fluttershy deposited herself and Kyoko behind a pillar near her. She strode the few feet over to it before firing then pausing to check on the status of her squad.
"I sincerely doubt, Fluttershy, that your abilities could override our enemies like that."
She gave Kyoko an appraising look, checking for injuries. She seemed fine, if back in her normal guise. "Are you alright?"
edited 3rd Feb '15 2:36:15 PM by tvtropesnoob
"Your Sig is now charmingly out of date" — Vox, 7/6/2016
"I have to at least try," Fluttershy said to Samus. "Not even an evil dragon deserves to be mind controlled like that."
DAMMIT MARK, STOP HOTTING HELPY!!
(Avatar by Coffee)
The four Tenno sneaked quietly through the grey, boxy halls of the Corpus spaceship in orbit above Alator, Mars. One of them — a tall,blue-coloured one with a large, armoured spike on her left shoulder — was carrying a large, suitcase like Datamass in lieu of a weapon. Her escort — a brown, brutish Warframe wielding a sword longer than he was tall and two other 'frames that looked rather alike with their mostly-skintight armour and oval heads surrounded her protectively.
She lifted her hand, and they stopped. Excalibur — the youngest of the four, in a way, barely a month out of his cyro-pod — raised his Karak rifle. A wave of high-frequency sound washed over him and the surroundings — Banshee's Sonar — and suddenly he knew where the nearest Corpus Proxies, who were protecting the outpost's computer systems' entry terminal, were. He started running, jumped up a wall and scaled it, then backflipped onto the level above, startling the two MOA
◊ stationed there. One burst from his rifle and they were down, their shields fried by the weapon's magnetic bullets and bodies rendered non-functional after multiple hits on their sensor suits and fanny packs.
That burst, however, had unforeseen consequences. The ship's reinforced glass windows — already weakened by years of exposure to outer space — shattered when the bullets that didn't hit the MOAs hit them, instead.
The Atmosphere in the room got sucked out immediately, as did the MOAs' remains, and Excalibur had to grab a pillar. He felt his grip weakening as air rushed past him and his HUD informed him that his shields were steadily decreasing.
A brown flash appeared above him, landing near him — Rhino, the cell's heavy hitter, has come to Excalibur's aid. Of course, at that precise moment Excalibur's grip failed and he shot past his comrade. In desperation, Rhino gathered his energy and Stomped, raising debris off the floor and slowing time itself, but to no avail. Excalibur was sucked out of the outpost and into the hostile vacuum of space, his shields depleted. He lost consciousness soon afterwards.
The Warframe, now no longer in dangerous conditions, activated itself again, bootstrapping its systems and waking its owner.
Excalibur opened his “eyes” — the 'frame lacked eyeholes — and looked around. He seemed to be in some sort of Dojo, by the distinct lack of noise and anything shooting at him. His HUD informed him that all systems were green and his weapons were on excellent conditions.
By then he noticed that he wasn't alone. What's more, those... people? were talking, and the language sounded like the one the Lotus used to communicate with the Tenno (as opposed to the Grineer's brutish, corrupt jargon or the Corpus Proxies' chattering).
“What is this place?” Excalibur asked — aloud, though he didn't notice that. The voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground
I'm Back Bitches (not really)
The Doctor nods. "Great shot, Aran! Now listen...can we try and get the hammer up there to hit the wing joint as well? We may have found a wound to exploit."
He suddenly notices Fluttershy asking to go right up to it. "Fluttershy, please don't. Once it's incapacitated or unable to hit back, try your best. I just don't want it to do that acid breath on you. I just wanna make sure nothing happens to you. If we can use your abilities to break the mind control, I'd love that but...it's too risky Fluttershy. Stay here OK?"
To Be Updated when I'm not Lazy
Dubious Origins
Common Cinema
Minako Aino, a fourteen year old superhero from Japan, appears with her arm extended in a "victory" sign. "Code Name: Sailor V! In the name of Venus, I will..." She looks around herself. "Oh-my-gosh-who-are-you-people-how-did-I-get-here??" She cups her mouth and calls, "ARTEMIS? ARTEMIS," but her mentor is nowhere to be seen.
edited 8th Feb '15 9:20:23 PM by salithewitch
CAPERS! JAPERS! BEING CAPTURED! AND OTHER SORTS OF FUN ACTIVITIES.
Vampire Hunter
Chun-Li
"Thanks, Mottle," Chun-Li said to the raven when he carried her and Envy over the chasm, smiling slightly and not noticing Envy's move to contain her hands... After all, Envy was feigning unconsciousness and was making an effort to hide what he was doing to Chun-Li. However, despite Chun-Li not noticing, she dropped Envy onto the ground like a sack of potatoes, keeping him from trying to absorb her at the moment.
"You deserve a reward," Chun-Li said as she hugged Mottle gently, probably to the raven's enjoyment.
Afterwards, Chun-Li began checking her shoulder for damage caused by Mottle's save, but as she did that, Envy would notice that he was still closest to Chun-Li.
edited 9th Feb '15 6:15:59 PM by GameGuruGG
Wizard Needs Food Badly
Riverrock—Vagabond District
Catacombs
The vampire ducked as Johnny swung at him, the rapier’s foil whistling as passed through the air scant centimetres above his hideous head. He threw a quick, incredulous glance over his shoulder, as if baffled Johnny had just tried that; and that moment’s distraction proved costly, for Stalgrim swung his sword two-handed and buried the blade in the goblin’s side.
The vampire’s face warped into an utterly monstrous mask of agony as his mouth flew open and he let out an inhuman snarl. “Ssssilverrrr!” he snarled.
“And hallowed,” Stalgrim grunted, teeth bared and neck muscles bunching with effort as he sawed his longsword deeper into the wound. “Tonight will be your last, monster!”
[Stalgrim attacks the vampire with an attack roll of 39 and hits! The vampire takes 10 points of slashing damage and 7 points of holy damage, for a total of 17!]
Stalgrim tore the blade free, sweeping it back for another swing; but the vampire, balancing on one foot, leaned so far back that his spine was parallel to the ground and the sword passed harmlessly overhead. At the same time his other foot hooked Stalgrim by the ankle and jerked with surprising force, and the paladin cried out in surprise as he was swept off his feet and crashed to the floor.
With Stalgrim temporarily incapacitated, the vampire rounded on Johnny. His teeth were bared in a feral grimace, and his eyes had turned a solid red, glowing like cinders. Already the gaping wound in his side was starting to seal up, the gash’s size reduced by almost a third.
[The vampire has recovered 5 hit points with its fast healing!]
“Are you some kinda dumbshit, kid?” he asked, the words a phlegmy, guttural growl. “You don’t swing with a rapier, you moron; you THRUST!”
And he punctuated that shout with a sudden jab aimed at Johnny’s belly; if the boy did not react quickly, he’d be skewered like a stuck pig!
Gogol Plains
The smile Nana Karas gave Edward was wan as she shook her head. Wan, and apologetic. “Sorry, dearie, but no. Old Nana Karas’ time is done; there weren’t no sleight of hand when that meteor hit me. Might’ve managed it back in the old days, but my bones ain’t what they used to be.” The old crone’s ghost turned to Leo then, smile softening. “That’s kind of you to say, dearie. But it doesn’t change the fact that you whippersnappers killed the Tzitzimitl and broke the orb, not me.”
On Chun-Li’s shoulder, Mottle cocked his head to one side, staring at his mistress with one big black eye. “Nana,” he squawked. “Nana, Nana.” The raven’s voice had changed; gone was the humanlike fluidity and cadence of his earlier speech, the inflexions, the tones. Now they were just words, quorked out with a bird’s vocal cords.
The old witch’s smile turned melancholy. “Sorry, Mottle, but this time I’m going to a place you can’t follow.”
“Nana?” Mottle cawed, not seeming to understand.
Nana Karas shook her head. “Poor thing,” she sighed. “Mottle’s only as smart as he is because of the bond he shares with me as my familiar. Now that I’m gone… well, all that’s going away.”
Oblivious, the raven began to preen his feathers, casting the occasional odd look at Envy. “I can’t stay for much longer,” she went on. “I feel the hereafter beckoning to me. But there’s one more thing I can do to help, dearies…”
The ghostly witch closed her eyes and held out a hand, her face screwing up in intense concentration. For a brief instant, a glyph—a violet P—could be seen hovering just above her brow; then it was gone, so quickly that they Champions would have missed it altogether if they blinked. What happened next would not be so easily overlooked: with a roar, an elliptical portal tore itself open ten feet from where the Champions stood, a tear in reality rimmed with flickering motes of red-black and violet light. Within its rippling depths, the walls surrounding Riverrock’s north gate—and the nomad camp spread out in front of it—could be seen.
“There, that should get you young’uns back to the city.” Nana Karas opened her eyes, looking tiredly upon the Champions. “Before you go, though… please take care of Mottle. He can be a stubborn, stupid bird, I know, and without me he wouldn’t know a magic scroll from a colouring book… but he’s been a good, dear friend to me for more years than I can remember.”
Marshes of Ia-Kong—River Ziggurat
Dragon’s Lair
Distracted as he was by the locusts swarming around his face, Praxidiometes did not see Samus charging up her shot, did not notice the building whine of her arm cannon. By the time he did notice, it was too late. Her super missile took the dragon in the pit of its elbow on the left wing, and this time the warhead was able to detonate properly.
Praxidiometes loosed a howl of pain and rage as the exploding missile stripped away a broad patch of scales, exposing raw, bloody sinew beneath. A hint of bone was just barely visible, poking through the meat in a few tiny spots. Bellowing in agony, the dragon slammed itself down on all fours and began to thrash violently, every frenzied stomp he took cracking the floor and shaking the entire room, maimed wing spasming awkwardly and at random. His head whipped furiously from side to side, scattering the locusts, eyes narrowing to thin slits of blind rage—
Until they found Samus, standing half-hidden behind a pillar, smoke rising from the barrel of her arm cannon, her attention focused not where it should have been.
His nostrils flared. His claws dug into the stone, gripping fast.
”LOREAT!”note
Praxidiometes lunged, tearing across the chamber in a blur of scales and hate. The dragon was upon them in an eyeblink, slamming bodily into the pillar with so much force that the thick stone column tore free of its mountings; he grabbed hold of it with a claw and shoved down violently, attempting to crush Samus underneath the pillar like a bug under a shoe. Whether he struck her or not, the column shattered into pieces from the impact. Then he was snapping and clawing at her with jaws and teeth, spittle flying with every bite. Even with her Chozo reflexes, the bounty hunter would find herself hard pressed to avoid the dragon’s frenzied attacks forever.
He was ignoring Fluttershy and Kyoko, but they were by no means out of danger. His wings were snapping out at random, flinging huge chunks of stone about dangerously, and his tail thrashed violently back and forth in his wake; if they did not get clear, they could very well be trampled underfoot or knocked sprawling.
Even as it chased Samus, however, Sazh spotted something. The scintillating film of light that enveloped Praxidiometes’ scales was flickering and fading, growing weaker by the second. “His spell’s wearin’ off!” he realized. “Let ‘im have it!”
Scaled Nations—Grove of the Horned Lady
At Jack’s guess, the shaman gave a heavy nod. “Would that it were so noble. I had to get close to the documents in order to read them. I lingered too long in doing so, and drew his attention. Whether he merely thought to swat a fly or rid himself of prying eyes, I do not know, but the fact remains that Shinuaq’tan struck me; I fled before he could take another swing.”
Tethrasur paused, staring at the ground. “I won’t ask how you came by such knowledge of the chieftain’s past, Jack, but I can hear the truth of it in your words. I believe you.” He looked up, eyes filled with determination. “I do not know these names,” he admitted, “but this elf you speak of could very well be the one I told you about back in the prison.”
“Pretty sure it is,” said a gruff voice from the back of the group.
If the Champions were to turn, they would see the dwarf mercenary standing close at hand, the spear end of his peculiar weapon planted in the ground while he rested an elbow on the axe head. Glancing at Jack, he nodded. “I told you guys already that Karkarantharas is the name of the elf who hired us, remember? The one who wears robes of silver dragon hide?” The dwarf wiped one finger across the tip of his nose. “Unless there’s two guys runnin’ around with a name like that, I think it’s safe to say they’re one and the same.”
???, Dark City
Very well, the voice said. Remain still, and listen well…
The creature’s tentacles rose from the water and began to undulate, waving sinuously through the air as their tips traced languid patterns that left thin streamers of strange phosphorescent light in their wake. Spirals predominated, but there were other shapes too, geometric forms that all seemed off in some subtle way: here a solitary concentric circle, there a set of parallel lines that intersected, there impossible cubes and Penrose triangles and other shapes that flowed into one another in defiance of any rational geometry. And all throughout the creature let out a low, subsonic rumble, filling the air with sounds, strangely musical, that might have been the growling of an animal… or might have been words uttered in a language that had been ancient when mankind first unravelled the deep mysteries of making fire.
Not far from here is a room, the voice pronounced. In this room is a master glyph, source of the powers which bind me to this plane. Disrupt the glyph, and its power will fail; simply breaking one of its lines will suffice. When that is done, return here and I shall impart the secret of plane shifting unto thee, as was promised.
As it spoke, the glyph on Pride’s shoulder lit up with an eerie green glow. The draconic skull faded, slowly dissolving into flecks of dust from the top down, until the skin was left pink and unblemished.
The patterns vanished, the chanting stopped, and the creature lowered its tentacles. I have suppressed the Brand. The Urizen will no longer be able to locate you with his thoughts, though if he should realize this he will doubtless dispatch his Watchers in force. The suppression is only a temporary measure; eventually the Brand will reassert itself. The creature shifted below, burbling softly and sucking in a wet rasp of air. Now then, I suggest you leave. You are standing in my feeding chute, and the servitors will soon be here with my monthly repast.
Sure enough, Pride would be able to hear the sound of soft footsteps and clanking chains coming from beyond the alcove. Were he to look out, he would see a small procession of gaunt humanoids in threadbare clothing, led by a hulking figure with the bodily of a heavily-muscled man but the head and legs of an enormous bull; this minotaur’s flesh was clearly rotten, with several open and gangrenous wounds visible on its arms and chest, and he would sense no soul within that grisly behemoth.
But the three slaves were another matter entirely. Each wore an amulet around their necks, made of black stone and inscribed with the same purple glyphs as were found in the guest suite; and each had an actual soul, protected from the negative energy suffusing this world by their trinkets.
The zombie minotaur and its captives were still some ways off, and in the dim light it was possible that Pride could sneak out without their noticing him.
edited 9th Feb '15 6:31:22 PM by SullenFrog
The Danse Macabre Codex
Vampire Hunter
Chun-Li
"Then just stay on my shoulder for now, Mottle," Chun-Li asked of the now non-sentient bird, slightly saddened at the loss of Mottle's intelligence. Seeing the portal leading back to Riverrock and that Envy was still 'unconscious', Chun-Li picked Envy's body up and went to enter the portal.
edited 9th Feb '15 6:42:36 PM by GameGuruGG
Wizard Needs Food Badly
The Mighty Pen
Jack nodded to the dwarf.
"I agree. If you would swear to that before the council of chieftains, I will ask that they show mercy for your crimes. Testimony and evidence together will convince them of Shinuq'tan's guilt. But first we must obtain our evidence, and quickly, before the chiefs depart to their tribes and begin the war."
He turned back to Tethrasur.
"We must get those papers and present them to the council at once. Perhaps while there we might also find evidence to clear our own names of the most recent attack, otherwise anything my friends and I say will be suspect. And if the chieftain challenges me to trial by combat I do not know that I could defeat him. It may be as he claimed, that his strength is purely based on his own skill and is no gift of the Urizen. Yet he must have a weakness! And if only we knew more of the Urizen and its own weaknesses, for it will surely protect its ally even if we expose his treason."
The samurai let out a sigh of his own.
"I am open to suggestions from everyone. Now is the time for us to combine all our strength and resources. Let us speak in turns." He looked over to the person on his right and nodded.
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent upon arriving. -Lao TzuJunko rolled her eyes as Zero got on the defensive. The old guy apparently already knew who they were, and the others were just as apparently clueless. While it was admittedly suspicious the man already knew their names, she doubted he was the reason they fell into here. After all, he was walking around with them. Someone who could rip people from time and/or space wouldn't be walking around with their prisoners.
She found the idea even more clear-cut as two more unlucky figures joined them; another strangely futuristic—if seemingly more masculine—suited person, though she obviously couldn't be sure if it was another robot or cyborg whatwith him having no discernible features. The other was a girl, possibly only 14 years old, wearing considerably inappropriate cosplay for her age.
Adding these two with all she's seen so far, she could only come to two conclusions; either she was thrown somewhere with a bunch of crazily-suited nutjobs who had waaay too much time on their hands...Or, everything she's seen so far was without a doubt real.
In which case, she'd finally figured out one of the big steps as to what kind of place they were in.
The fashion-minded girl gave a deviously satisfied smirk.
"Hey Zero! I think I was right~" She stated with reassurance, it was all coming together in her mind.
I'm a ghost, you didn't see me.
...Ah. The voice seemed fairly masculine. Now she didn't have to worry on how to refer to him.
Not breaking her act, Junko cocked her head upon hearing the Reploid's name.
"Zero, huh?"
She also took the moment to draw closer, in a slow and natural manner as if to not look too suspicious.
"'Wanted to say, nice costume. Did you order it online or did you make it yourself?" She asked with feigned interest, questioning his armor.
As she got closer, however, even she could tell how real the metal appeared to be. Even if it was a costume, it might as well be real armor. It also seemed to be a bit too form-fitting...how would the wearer even be expected to take it off? Bigger question, how was that guy able to walk around in it so freely?
edited 21st Jan '15 6:20:45 PM by lightdarkhero250
I'm a ghost, you didn't see me.