Si Vis Votum - RP:
Prince Sokka slowly opened his eyes. What the hell just happened? One moment, he was standing on his ship, receiving a report from his general, and the other, he was in... in a... where was he? The young Water Empire prince looked around. This was a weird place indeed. Apparently, everything was made of metal. The floor, the walls, the ceiling... but something very interesting caught the prince's eye. Not only were there multiple doors and seats scattered around this weird room, there were also various... buttons scattered around metallic-looking tables. Some of them were round, some of them were attached to the wall... and there were red buttons, yellow buttons, blue buttons, big buttons, small buttons, square-shaped buttons... there were also buttons with letters on them. But still, even after analysing these weird buttons, something even bigger surprised Sokka. One of the walls had a giant window. And through this window, he could clearly see the sky. Stars as far as the eye can see, some of them blue, some of them red... what was this trickery? Was he in some sort of Fire Nation prison? He had to find his way out of this wretched place, and he would make sure that the people responsible for putting him in there received their punishment. The prince's thoughts were once again stopped, but this time, by a weird, weird man. The weird man proceeded to groan as he got up, massaging his left eye for some reason. However, as he analysed the place around him, Sokka could not stop looking at that ridiculous "thing" he was wearing around his neck. The weird man stopped looking around, and his eyes caught Sokka- to be more precise, the scar in Sokka's left eye. Narrowing his eyes, Sokka pulled out a dagger from his belt, the only type of blade he ever carried around with him. Pointing it at the weird man, he shouted: "Who are you?! A Fire Nation prison guard? I demand you release me at once!" "Oh no. This is bad. This is very bad..." was the weird man's reaction. He proceeded to completely ignore Sokka, and pulled out a small device with a light on the top. He pressed a button on its side and proceeded to wave it around, like a madman. Sokka groaned, and walked over to him, his dagger still pointed at the madman's face: "I don't think you heard me. Who are you?!" "Me? Well, I'm the Doctor." "The Doctor?" Sokka raised an eyebrow. What kind of fool called himself "the Doctor"? And why was he waving that stupid light around?! Focusing on the device, he asked, "Are you the man responsible for putting me in this prison?!" "What? Prison? No, no, this is not a prison! First of all, if it's a prison, why didn't they take away your little weapon?" The madman did have a point. "I knew the Fire Nation peasants were idiots, but not like this. Escaping this prison will be an easy task." "You're still missing the big picture, friend." "Don't call me friend." "Alright, that doesn't change the fact that you're still missing the big picture." "And what is this big picture?" "Them." The Doctor silently pointed to the unconscious bodies of other people, some of them human, some of them robots, some of them alien creatures. Little did these two know, but like them, these people would also wake up, one by one, ready to meet the exciting new world that surrounded them. For they were now in the greatest spaceship in the Universe, a ship that would provide them with whatever they needed, a ship that would take them in an amazing hunt for a wish. The name of the ship? The Votum. And they were its new crew members.
edited 9th Jun '12 6:29:19 PM by Stratofarius
edited 9th Jun '12 6:05:29 PM by Krautman
On the contrary, it was only the beginning. The world turned to static and buzzing. Was he dead now? Was this the afterlife? Couldn't be. There was no such thing as an empirically proven afterlife, though given his encounters with the supernatural perhaps it wasn't an entirely absurd notion. What had he done to deserve such an end, then? Was this the home of martyrs or fools, or both? Though, again, this was no time for pondering, the baron couldn't help but wonder what had happened. It was only human nature to be curious about his surroundings, though at this point he could hardly be called human. Superficially human, perhaps, but not fully. The static began to fade, as did the buzzing, giving way to new sights and sounds that only served to magnify his curiosity. He could see the world tinged in orange, as he always did, with internal start-up procedures flashing by at the corners of his vision. As the Austrian rose to his feet with a serious of clatters and clanks, he could see that he was in some sort of metal room, the walls lined with doors and buttons of unknown function. Outside, he could see the stars, stretching far past his vision. Was he in space then? And if so, what had brought him here. It didn't take long for Heinrich to realize he wasn't alone, though in his state of confusion he hadn't paid the other captives here any heed. There were many scattered about the floor, unconscious, though it seemed that several had came to before him. Two of them looked human, one a rather grim-looking boy with a large scar across his eye, the other an eccentric young man who appeared to be waving around some strange instrument that glowed and hummed. The third passenger in their little group was something that intrigued him the most, a towering humanoid with purple skin, dressed as though he'd just stepped out of the Golden Age of Piracy. And he likely had, given his speech patterns and the look of his weapon. Heinrich put his hands in front of him defensively, as a gesture of peace more than anything else. Everyone here seemed to be rather riled up, and they weren't going to get anything done if they were at each other's throats. Though he doubted they'd be at all calmed by the sight of a metal man dressed solely in cargo pants. I would suggest you calm yourself mister, Ginyu, was it? If we wish to escape this place, then it would be best if we refrained from violence for the time being." He said, his voice little more than a synthesized monotone. Hopefully, they'd listen, though the pirate didn't seem particularly reasonable.
edited 9th Jun '12 6:40:06 PM by Bindlestick
edited 9th Jun '12 8:28:28 PM by AnnoR
edited 9th Jun '12 8:30:32 PM by Stratofarius
The ones that have already roused from their slumber should notice one of the unconscious bodies, specifically a black-clad and helmeted adult man◊ shuddering, twitching and pathetically whimpering like he's having a terrible nightmare.
edited 9th Jun '12 9:19:09 PM by Strigon
"Alright, let's go, Mach Caliber!" she said.
She skated toward the officer, who rushed toward her, spear lowered, and drew her armoured hand back.
A blue mana circle formed around her wrist, and Revolver Knuckle's Knuckle Spinner began to spin.
The energy that was condensing around Revolver Knuckle took the form of a sonic boom and launched itself at the officer, tearing through his armour and throwing him back to slam on Koshi Castle's wall.
Subaru skated past the officer, not looking back... then she felt something strike her head, and everything went black.
Orochi was defeated; the Sun family fought as one and struck the Serpent King down. Fate Testarossa Harlaown, formerly an Enforcer of the TSAB and now one of the Little Conqueror Sun Ce's followers, stood in Koshi Castle's inner courtyard, leaning on the wall.
She was tired; she fought — and neutralised — quite a lot of Orochi's officers and soldiers. It saddened her to see the bodies of the dead strewn around. Still, now that the Serpent King was dead, and so was his strategist, Da Ji, she could hope that peace would come to this land.
She swooned. It seemed that she was more tired than she thought... She sat down, resting her back on the wall, before everything turned black.
Slowly, Suabru came to. She groggily sat up. Looking around, she blinked and looked around again. This wasn't Koshi Castle — in fact, it looked more like a space-ship than anything else.
The sound of voices caused her to notice that she wasn't alone.
This settles it, she thought, these guys don't sound like Zhao Yun's company... I can't hear Magoichi flirting.
Carefully, she stood up.
“Mach Caliber?” she asked.
”I am here,” noted the Intelligent Device.
“This isn't Koshi Castle...” Subaru muttered and massaged her brow. Her head still hurt. She looked around some more, noticing the unconscious people still sleeping on the floor... Most of them she didn't know, but one seemed familiar. Gingerly, she skated toward that person, and crouched near her.
“Fate-san?” she asked, surprised. What was the captain of Lightning Squad doing here? What was going on?
By then, one of the other captives was blabbering something about a pattern, being kidnapped, and so on.
“Hey, can you guys speak a little more quietly, please?” she asked.
edited 10th Jun '12 5:10:41 AM by Krautman
Good grief*... everyone had been awake for less than three minutes and there was already arguing? Over whether or not violence was an option, no less. I'm not going to rule out violence as a course of action in all situations, though for most it is vastly inappropriate, but just what is the point of violence when there's nothing to be violent towards? Hey, hadn't you better stop fighting each other in case whatever captured us decides to attack?
edited 10th Jun '12 9:07:53 AM by RainehDaze
"Subaru...?" she asked.
"Fate-san! You're awake!" said Subaru. She leaned and whispered something in Fate's ear.
"Zhao Yun... I have heard of him from Sun Ce," she told Subaru. Then it dawned on her. "You were also thrown into that world?"
"Indeed," said Mach Caliber. "A Dimensional Transfer spell went awry and stranded us on that planet."
Subaru turned to Gilgamesh.
"Hey, chill down, kiddo," she said. "And please speak quietly, I've one hell of a headache..."
edited 10th Jun '12 6:58:20 AM by Strigon
edited 10th Jun '12 11:53:08 AM by GreyStar
edited 10th Jun '12 8:51:49 AM by Strigon
"Can you guys please talk less loudly?" asked Subaru, though inside she wondered why she was bothering. It seemed that some people, just like Lu Bu and Honda Tadakatsu, could not talk in a normal voice.
Slowly and carefully, Fate got up, leaning on the wall for support. The wish the Voice offered her tempted her... She still regretted not being able to save her mother.