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Ainslie began to approach the rest of the group while nervously fiddeling with her pen "Ummm... Does anyone know where we are?"
Red Arrow noted that a couple of arrows had been fired towards Toph.
Being cautious, he prepared an electric arrow in case he needed to incapacitate someone.
"Who fired those arrows?"
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"Maria..." the reaper sleepily replied, wrapping one of her shrouded arms around the tails and hugging them tight. They were warm and soft and fluffy... whoever had provided the tails was a nice person! She hoped they wouldn't move, at least until she was asleep again, because they were a nice blanket, "Thanks for the tails..."
With that, the young reaper, woken up shortly after going to sleep after a long day, drifted off again, gently nibbling the closest tail in her sleep. Cute, probably; slightly painful, definitely; and certainly not the best place to be doing it.
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"Of course, Satsuki-sama."
"Protection!"
The card glowed, and the shield leaped up in front of her, causing the single arrow going her way to ricochet off. Well, that was kind of... random... But Ai was used to sudden fights out of no where. The card ceased to blow and the shield vanished. Now where was she...
Hooooold it. That girl had fox traits. Was she...? No way, a real kitsune? That was kind of awesome! Not as awesome as meeting a magical girl but still really awesome!
Ai started to approach them, completely forgetting about the light arrows. She hand her tails over the other girl like a blanket...
They seemed calm, so on a more rational level of thought Ai wondered if they knew what was going on.
"Oh, dear. The toad, the monkey, and the dog have all screwed up."
...
"Makoto, like I said." The kitsune replied with a small grin, her ears twitching as she added. "I know human ears aren't that weak, Richard~"
A small voice spoke from directly behind, so Makoto checked up on the slumbering girl, introducing herself as Maria.
"Hey cutie, sorry for waking ya." Makoto smiled gently at her, before she returned to sleep. Poor girl, still unaware of their surroundings. Didn't have the heart to scare her, but at least she wasn't finding Makoto a dangerous stranger.
Makoto sighed as she looked back at Richard. "Poor girl. Seems pretty tired." The kitsune noticed a girl approaching. She raised her hand, opened her mouth to call a greeting - and ended up making a choked barking noise as teeth nibbled on one of her tails.
Makoto's form glimmered briefly, but the illusion held. With a grimace, Makoto slowly turned her head to Maria, buried under new blanket.
"M-Maria... could you... n-not do that...?" Makoto pleaded. It didn't seem to be deliberate, but that was going to be quite irritating. Well, at least she wasn't getting petted. hat was just going to lead to horrible embarrassment...
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"Ah, Makoto. I'm not good with names." said Richard. "And it's a pleasure to meet you as well, Maria. Listen, Makoto, we've got to find a way out of here, or at least find out what's going on."
Sitting on the bleak ground, Richard sighed.
Dak Hamee watched as the other creatures around him gradually came to, apparently not even noticing the enormous reptilian alien gradually stirring to consciousness. Perhaps this was because of their absolutely bizarre morphology- although it was closer to a Hork-Bajir than an Andalite, they were laughable things nonetheless. The things he saw around him were bizarre, stranger than any of the Arn's beasts in the Deep. They were tiny, hairless, bipedal things- not even a tail to support them! Dak almost felt pity for the tiny creatures; no natural defenses to speak of, tottering around aimlessly on stick-thin legs. He silently thanked Father Deep and Mother Sky for the fact tha he still had his many, many blades jutting from his elbows, knees, tail and head; and, he thought soberly, perhaps Quatzhinnikon and the rest of the Arn, the "true" creators of his race.
What intrigued him far more than the tiny creatures, though, was the dull marble slab that had been inlaid into the ground. No other Hork-Bajir he knew would even notice the slab when compared to the enormous stone mass that was the temple; being a seer meant that you had to notice things that your brothers and sisters did not. "Ihdisith..." he said to himself in his hoarse and raspy voice, scratching his beak contemplatively as he looked from the enormous structure to the slab, and back again.
<Dak.>
The voice was guarded and terse; the thought-speak message was apparently privately directed towards him, but at the same time Dak could sense that Aldrea was barely suppressing an unbecoming sense of confusion and growing fear.
Aldrea had already been ripped away from her home once, now her adopted world had been snatched away once again. She sidled up to him, ignoring the strange bipeds, who were altogether too remniscient of Gedds for her liking, tail twitching and eyestalks rotating like a sensitive sonar sweep. <What has happened?> she asked. Was this a trick of the Yeerks, or perhaps a final failsafe measure that the Arn had implemented?
"I do not know, Aldrea," replied the Hork-Bajir, apparently to nobody, as the two of them looked up at the monolithic construction that lay before them. "Ihdisith... is this some kind of Andalite word?"
<I was going to ask you the same question, Dak,> Aldrea, smiling that strange, inscrutable smile of hers. <These... things...> she said, gesturing with one arm to the pink things, <are they inhabitants of your planet?>
"We are not on my world, Aldrea," said Dak firmly. "Look at Mother Sky." Aldrea did so, and could not suppress the sudden, sharp intake of breath when she realized that the sky was devoid of colour. "No valley." continued Dak, picking up a grey pebble and examining it with a strange precision. "No trees. No other Hork-Bajir. If this is my world, than it is a place that no Hork-Bajir has visited and returned to tell the tale."
<Then where are we?> Aldrea's question hung in the air between them, for neither Andalite or Hork-Bajir could answer this question, or the related question of when and how they would return home.
huzzaaaaaaaah
Toph didn't know how to react. To other people, she looked just about the same, but inside, she had just realised something. Not only were there too many people around her (and she couldn't sense their heartbeats), some people had weird shapes that didn't look human, and some (she believed) didn't have a heartbeat at all. She genuinely didn't know how to react. She let out a high-pitched "hey", so she could get everyone's attentions:
"Let's get our facts straight, alright?! No one has any idea where we are, right?"
Without waiting for an answer, she crossed her arms, and continued:
"And no one has any idea on how to get out of here, right?"
Again, she didn't wait for an answer, but she immediately pointed towards a random direction, hoping someone was there.
"So, isn't it obvious? We need to introduce ourselves so we can have a better chance of leaving this weird place!"
Toph crossed her arms again, a wide grin on her face, almost as if she expected everyone to agree and start cheering and chanting her name.
edited 5th Apr '12 1:22:25 PM by Stratofarius
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Toph's loud declaration that they should all introduce themselves bothered the sleeping girl and she reached up for something to try and block the sound out with. Anything. Instead, the kimono slid down her arm, revealing the barest distortion as air passed around the limb, and she got the kitsune's head after a bit of stretching. If she didn't resist, she'd end up using her body as a cover, not her tails, and receiving just what she had not wanted to happen. No good deed was going to go unpunished. Or unrewarded, if this counted as a good thing.
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Ignatius looked towards the odd assembly of figures, although it seemed reasonably normal to him, having seen enough different things that the logical reaction was to just to treat them like everything else and see how he could benefit and/or avoid harm from them. The various figures seemed to be potentially dangerous, but none were appearing immediately harmful. He looked to each one in turn, then started to listening to the conversations he had previously been tuning out. He noticed someone suggesting they introduced themselves, which suggested a chance of alliance, which would improve his chance of survival.
Breath of the Sun
Bubbles had given up on trying to find her sisters when Toph had made her loud, bold outcry. The small girl shot through the air like a dart, coming to a stop in front of the blind girl, looking at her with hopeful eyes.
"Buttercup?" She asked, almost before she stopped. One glance at Toph, however, and she realized that she had been mistaken. She knew something had sounded funny with her voice. Though the girl was a lot like Buttercup... Bubbles decided she'd stay close to this girl.
"Sorry. I thought you were someone else." She said. After a pause, her eyes widened. "Oh! I'm Bubbles. Nice to meet you." She added.
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?
Vampire Hunter
Marle continued looking around as she then spotted... Well, it was certainly the oddest-looking Reptite
she ever saw. It has a much longer neck, beak, and spines on various limbs and its head. Next to it was a creature Marle was sure she had never seen before. It looked kind of like a horse-person with antenna on its head. Some other person, definitely a human, wanted their attention and pointed in a random direction. She looked slightly younger than herself.
"She's right," Marle nodded, though still keeping an eye on the odd-looking Reptite. "We ought to introduce each other!"
"I'm Marle!" Marle said to the group in general. After all, even though her name was actually Princess Nadia, she was not in Guardia and thought introducing herself as a princess might be a bit pretentious. Besides, Marle is what all her friends called her and she needed to become friends with these people if she was going to leave this place.
edited 5th Apr '12 2:10:58 PM by GameGuruGG
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Korra looked back and forth between the people (and not-people-things) assembled here.
The little teen (Whom Korra thought she knew for some reason. She had seen her somewhere...hadn't she?) apparently proclaimed that they each needed to know each other and then figure out how to get out of here.
Korra made her way over, taking in everyone as she went. Her shoes were quiet on the not-soil.
When she had made it within comfortable talking distance to the shouting one, Korra said,
“Alright. I'm Korra. Who are you?” Damnit, she knew this girl from somewhere! She hadn't actually met her but the expression was really familiar...
Introductions huh?
Red Arrow was not one to introduce himself, usually with the exception of hunting down and "taking" care of criminals who dare to conduct their illegal activities in Star City territory. His home turf.
But he was not in his turf. In fact, it was a whole different place that would require the archer to play by a different set of rules.
Even if it would go against his own principles and rules.
"Just call me Red Arrow." Red Arrow said to the others while holding onto his recurve bow. "Archer hero of Star City." He decided to leave out the bit of being affiliated with the Team, the Justice League's black ops team for now.
"I-I am Ainslie. Pleased to meet you." The little girl said nervously. This whole situation was just too wierd, almost like a fantasy novel or something. A very wierd fantasy novel
Dreams of Revenge
Somewhere above North Ossetia, 2011
Mikhail Loskov - or Kestrel as he was code named - breathed deeply as he leaned against the Antonov's fuselage, its' jets rumbling to themselves as he rested. Getting those EMPs had been a rather dangerous jaunt - not that he expected anything less, considering how much trouble the previous owners had went to in order to prevent them falling into Third Echelon's - and Voron's, he mentally added - hands. He grudgingly admitted to himself that he wouldn't have been able to do it without the help of Archer. He'd have to thank him before they parted ways.
Of course, the question was what would happen to him next. Doubtless Voron - which stood for "Raven" in Russian - would want to reclaim him for their own purposes. They would probably send him on some wetwork mission or another. As Archer had said a few days prior, orders are orders. Voron would find something for him to do - they always did.
Despite being amped up on adrenalin from the final firefight he had, Kestrel suddenly felt too tired to even remove his VR1 Akula suit or his sonar goggles. Yawning briefly, he felt himself sink into murky oblivion, blissfully unaware of the arms that were even now groping the air for him aside from a faintly uncomfortable pull...
The Voron operative had, for all intents and purposes, been fast asleep as the others woke up and began interacting with each other - unusually, he didn't even stir as Toph raised part of the ground. What did wake him, however, was his OPSAT. More specifically, his OPSAT had apparently decided now was the time for him to wake up, and a small "T" shaped rod which touched his wrist began rocking gently back and forth, nudging Kestrel's pulse and forcing him awake.
The first thing that the Russian agent noticed was the conspicuous absence of engine noise, and the conspicuous presence of people talking. Blinking once, then twice, he realised that he was not, in fact, staring at the skeletal roof of a plane's fuselage, but rather a featureless white sky that reminded him of St. Petersburg on a dreary day. He didn't recognise a single one of the voices, although five of them seemed to be in the process of introducing themselves. But why? The middle of a street seemed an odd place to start introducing yourself. And all of the names were pretty bizarre - perhaps they were code names or aliases of some sort? The hard shapes digging into his body helpfully reminded him that he was, in fact, armed if it came down to it.
Propping himself on his hands, he quickly realised that this was most certainly not St. Petersburg, nor was it anywhere in the entire sphere of human knowledge. His mask and sonar goggles thankfully managed to do a splendid job of obscuring the surprise that jolted through him. The ground was patchy in places, with featureless grey permeating through, and there were several stone slabs. The trees dotted around the area didn't look very healthy, either, and never mind the temple and its' adornments.
There were people in varying types of clothes - some looked as though they had been plucked from the medieval area, while others looked fairly modern by comparison. There was also an oversized reptile... thing and what he could only class as an alien from a cheap sci-fi film. Even some of the humans had quirks - one of them had apparently decided it was a fine idea to sport several fox tails and a pair of fox ears, for example. There were also several people who were unconscious. Grunting as he got to his feet, Mikhail wondered if he was still dreaming, and if so whether he had ingested some sort of unusual substance within the past few days. It wouldn't be an unusual occurance in his line of work.
Silently, he pinched his well muscled left arm. The jolt of pain that raced through it certainly felt real enough. If that was the case, then he had gone where no man had gone before, and possibly encountered the first extraterrestial life humanity would ever see - or perhaps he had gone insane. That was always a possibility, he noted sourly, though a rather unlikely one.
Presently, he decided to simply get up and stay still, as though waiting for something to give him the answers he craved. It would certainly be a major help, as Voron hadn't prepared him for such an unlikely scenario.
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"Yeah, we'll get around to it..." Makoto replied, glad that the biting seemed to have ceased. Then Maria pulled her downward. Makoto was surprised, but didn't resist. It seemed like the girl wanted something other than a tail to cuddle with, but this positioning seemed a tad awkward to-
Makoto's entire body stiffened as her eyes gre wide. Was she- oh no, not this!
"M-Maria!" The kitsune whispered urgently. "Please, do-oooh~"
The scratching just behind her ear was pure blis. Makoto slumped, a smile on her face despite how badly she wanted it to stop. She enjoyed this attention, but it was too good. She felt completely under this little girl's mercy.
The shifting of her head to try and get the most out of the attention and the murmured begging for more was really quite mortifying to her pride, but she couldn't help it, nor maintain the illusion very well. Glimmers of a much taller, bustier woman were made visible to others.
edited 5th Apr '12 4:15:08 PM by TroperRoxas
After Red Arrow had introduced himself, he went to put away his electric arrow since the archer had no need to use it.
"So who the heck brought us here?"
huzzaaaaaaaah
The blind girl was somewhat surprised when she heard a voice coming out of nowhere, asking her if she was someone called "Buttercup". It wasn't the name that surprised her, but the fact that she couldn't sense the person that asked her that question. Toph had a flashback to when she met Aang, and couldn't sense him since he was using his airbending. A spark of hope appeared on Toph's mind... but the voice was too girl-ish, even for Aang. The spark disappeared and she decided to listen to every introduction with attention, trying to find a name that rang any bells. When she realised no one she knew was there, she pointed at herself with her thumb, the same grin from before on her face:
"I'm Toph Bei Fong, the world's greatest earthbender. And that's a proven fact. Now, the question we need to figure out is how do we get out of here. The who got us here part only matters if he tries to stop us."
The arrows and the shield passed by quickly, before she could do anything to defend herself against it. Had it not been for the distortion in the air around her that blocked it off, she might as well have been skewered.
Danger being over, Rosette was taken over by complete awe. Those were officially the two weirdest things Rosette had seen, all within the neighborhood of a few seconds. The last thing she expected to see in her life was blasphemous act of magic, much less carried out by a native girl. Unless she weren't one, which might explain exactly why she ignored her apparently friendly greeting.
Either way, she remained put for the time being. Who knew what venturing around asking question around such people might have brought upon her.
The situation's weirdness only increased as time passed. The newly-awoken people looked nothing like anything she had ever known, in both appearance and voice. There were - if she were not mistaken - a couple of monsters in the group: a human-looking girl with a tail for one thing, colorful mouthless humanoid serpentines for the others. Fortunately, if they were monsters, they seemed sufficiently benign to not start attacking other people - her included - at random. Which is always good.
Seeing that the rest were beginning to introduce themselves, she thought she might as well join in. She dropped her hammer back into the toolbox and cleared her throat in an attempt to dispel her climbing disbelief. It didn't work as well as she thought it should have.
"I'm Rosette," she introduced herself, her voice quivering. "Just someone skilled with the cotton bulb and the spinning wheel."
As she introduced herself, she heard a bit of discussions about them "being brought here" and "how to get back". She wasn't sure she comprehended at all what they were saying. In any case, that wasn't the priority at the moment.
edited 5th Apr '12 6:37:26 PM by ArgeusthePaladin
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Sleeping invisibly,* Sakuko woke up nearby some of the others, and looked around. Jeez, I didn't think I had that much to drink ... wait - where the heck am I? she thought, noticing the white sky and unusual terrain.
She stood up and looked around at the others, and listened to a few of the introductions. Okay, I think I can rule out a cosplay convention, but that leaves: virtual reality, publicity stunt, or another one of those interdimensional places, she thought, best to play it cool until I'm sure...
She appeared nearby the crowd, and said, "Hey. I'm Sakuko, from Afterlife Tech Support. Strange weather we're having, don't you think?"
Notes for special abilities: Sakuko is basically an energy lifeform, and is currently in a semi-tangible state. (So she feels solid/touching the ground, but a powerful attack might disperse her current form.) Since she is a ghost, she should appear somewhat as a vague person-shaped cloud to super-senses or magical/technological sensors. (Sort of like Hard Light) As such, she wouldn't have any heartbeat or other vital signs, but isn't undetectable.
edited 5th Apr '12 7:15:55 PM by Sonzai
Danger: Intense gravimetric distortions nearby. Please reverse the polarity on your deflectors now.
Korra almost tripped over herself when the little teen said she was Toph Beifong.
Now, that wasn't possible, as Toph Beifong was dead...or at the very least a woman in her 80s. This...
Korra's thoughts trailed off as she got a good look at the teen claiming to be the world's famous (or infamous, depending on who you asked) Blind Bandit. She moved in front of Toph and leaned down, getting uncomfortably close in order to see her pale green eyes. Okay...this girl was blind too. And she didn't seem to be uncomfortable with it. Maybe this girl was Toph...but what...from the past? Then again...did time matter here?
She hated having to suddenly deal with all this spiritual stuff. She was supposed to have time to deal with damnit!
Korra finally said what was on her mind,
“I thought you'd be taller.”
Like a BOSS
Things were bad enough when your evening had consisted of narrowly escaping being vaporized by a floating, armless honey badger wearing tap shoes and then being berated for not doing 'something' in the fight against it. As if you could attack such a beast successfully when your job description included singing, dancing, being cute and writing and performing music. This had been followed by having to march five miles down a mountain.. in heeled boots. Whoever had thought that those things were acceptable footwear on the pure basis that they were 'cute' should be shot in the face with a ballista.
Then at the inn where what remained of the party had met, the bar wench had directed the poor bard to a group of ruffians who had been eying him. While he was trying to hit on her no less. It was enough to make him want to go out and put on some pants, but who knew what catastrophe might ensue if he made the attempt. A bad day had been followed by locking himself in his room, sleeping and then having a bizzare dream about a place that was all white. Lots of people there, some shouting and then introducing themselves. Much more vivid of a dream than he normally experienced. Except the weirdest thing happened.. he could *feel* the ground under him. That wasn't good. Bad things happened when dreams were made real.
He stood up and looked around, nearly losing his balance on those same blasted heels that had nearly made him badger bait. Thankfully he didn't seem to see many men, though there were some here and there. What was more startling was the wide variety of clothing being worn by the people present. Probably some sort of weird summoning ritual or worse, a convention of thespians. Gods those people could be annoying, considering bardic performance to be a side show at best. Several times he attempted to speak up and ask something, but someone else got words out first. The bard stepped forward and held his index finger up, trying politely to get a bit of attention. You'd think the blased overly frilly pseudo-maid outfit would've done the trick.
When there was enough of a lull, he finally announced, "Um.. I'm.. Angie.. no! Angelo... and I'm.. a bard." That last bit saw him hang his head in shame, for he knew just how little bards could actually do.
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She minded her own business, really. She spent the night watching Prism Ranger DV Ds with a passed out prinny as a foot-stool. She was well on her way to becoming an Arch-Angel, save for her... habits. You know, buying everything related to or reeks of vidya games and animu. She earned money, Flonne could be whatever she wanted, and then she was here. It was strange, but this happened while she was asleep. She was up and about and she didn't take notice of the others around her. "Mmmm.. will this place isn't nice." was the conclusion she came up with.
"Well, I have to liven it up a BIT!" she placed a hand on her chin, rubbing it while she tried to force herself into deep thought. Nope, that wasn't going to happen. "Mmmm..." the angel struggled. "Alright then.. how about..." she found something, finally. "EXPLOSIONS!" wait, no, that wasn't an answer...!
"Hehehehe!" the void drove her insane already. White, white, white, white, WHITE EVERYWHERE. This was due to a combination of the white void, Etna's own nature and Laharl's attitude. Did Flonne keep everything inside and become a sadistic devil that found fun in big, white explosions? Her staff transformed into a bow and arrow. She pulled back as white energy poured into the weapon.
She released it...
A flurry of around a dozen white energy arrows burst into the air. They fell in an arc by, low and behold, most of the others around.
Two arrows fell a few feet near Toph. Five were above the ground and they scattered as they descended. Ai, Toph, and the person who resembled a grown up Recette were... in a bit of danger. The rest fell far off from the group, subverting any chance for damage.
Wait, there were people around? ... She wasn't that far off? Wow, she really had a bad idea about her surroundings. Must have been the white void.
Wait... wait.. wait.. she just did that.. she just did that...
"U-uhh.. uh..." she blinked a few times, turning back into her adorable, not-white-void-influenced angel self.
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