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Samson rested atop the roof of the G.U.A.R.D. headquarters building, staring out into the horizon as the wind blew through his hair. He smiled slightly, knowing that this small moment of peace he was having wouldn't come again for a while, so he might as well enjoy it. He entwined his fingers as he put his hands behind his head to look up at the clear blue sky. He felt sleepiness coming over him, yawning slightly.

Just before his eyes could fully close, the sky darkened to a deep scarlet. Thunder struck around the city as something began to pierce the clouds. Samson stood up as a massive black tendril came into vision and immediately slammed down toward the city. More tendrils appeared as they began to slam forward into the ground before them, breaking the earth and dragging them toward their source.

Samson stood motionless in abject terror as more tendrils appeared, bringing in bits of the world toward it. His knees began to shake and he collapsed as he watched.

Overtaken by fear, he failed to notice the tendrils that began to surround the G.U.A.R.D. building, lifting it from the ground. Samson slid around the rooftop, terror leaving him immobile as the building began to ascend.

It was not long before Samson faded out of consciousness.

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Samson's eyes shot open as he found himself falling toward a grass field. He began to panic as he tumbled through the air, hyperventilating as his acceleration increased.

His mind snapped back into focus as he rolled himself into a ball and began to concentrate. He became surrounded in greenish light as he collided into the ground.

He stood up from the center of the crater as the dust settled. He breathed a sigh of relief as he got out and looked around.

Nothing but a great field of green grass. He sighed as he sat down to think.

edited 28th Sep '13 4:01:57 PM by DarkbloodCarnagefang

Note to self: Pick less edgy username next time.

"Aha, perfect!"

In the deepest part of the Soda Jungle, where poisonous waters floated to and fro, and with creatures of giant proportions lies a lone castle. Iggy Koopa was the resident of that castle, and the reason behind his spoken words was of a weapon he just created. Well, a potion to be exact.

The tall koopaling was in awe over his creation in which he created with his own hands. Bursting into quiet giggles, he softly cups the potion to look at closely. "Oh, that plumber won't know what will hit him once I make him drink this..." Iggy whispers, slowly grinning over the thought of the aforementioned hero's demise. To think, he'd be the one who'll have the crown. The land, the desired fame, and most of all, how he'd be able to banish his brutish brother, Roy, to the lava. It was something the demented koopa dreamed of...

But suddenly, the sky began to tremble. The clouds became black as soot, and thunder struck! A large void began to form at the center of the clouds, spinning increasingly. Trees were pulled out of their roots, and the bridges broke down! Iggy grumbles, at first thinking it was one of Ludwig's magic gone awry. However, this wasn't the case. Not at all.

The castle that once stood was suddenly pulled up, floating to the seemingly bottomless void that formed. Iggy tried to keep his invention close to his padded chest, but the sheer force was too much for him, as he floated out of his tower from a window. It was something he never expected, of course. He could only let out a ear-piercing scream as he went unconscious.

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Lying on the soft grass, the teenager didn't respond at first, not even a twitch. His eyes shot up as he sits up, blinking rapidly at his new surroundings. "... Huah?" He lets out, looking around. "... Am I dead? Or is this just some... hallucination?" With a hushed tone, he continues to look around, not aware of Samson in the area.

My literary skills are rusty, so I'm sorry for any mistakes.

GO AHEAD .... MR. JOEHSTUR .......

What do you do when you wake from death?

It had all gone perfectly; he had made it to his destination, he had pushed away the last obstacle in his path and he had completed his mission. He was fully prepared for what was to come, and it did. But he was still alive. This brightly lit and colorful world seemed to make him stand out. He was like a single red dot on a white background, only inverted. His black-and-whiteness contrasted largely with the green field he was currently laying on.

He continued to lay there, spread-eagle and hat covering his eyes, trying to pretend that he was not there.

Whilst looking around, the koopa could only make out a white blur of which was The Batter. He blinks at first, trying to make out who it was. Really, he can't see too well if he was far from whatever it was. The best thing to do was investigate.

And investigate he did. Iggy stood up to get closer to the being, getting out his wand as he got closer and closer.

"Hmm..." If the figure was dead, then they would be dead. Raw meat wasn't something the koopaling likes, contrary to some rumors.

GO AHEAD .... MR. JOEHSTUR .......

Was gonna wait for another post, but it's been a bit long.

After noticing the approaching creature, he finally moved. The Batter sprung upwards, straight onto his feet without the slightest misplace of balance. He swung his arm around, a metal bat in his hand, and shouted a command: "Alpha: Attack!"

A ring of light shot through the bat, turning into a large ring once it had reached the end, spiraling at a high-speed at Iggy.

Ahh, sorry for taking so long!

His eyes dilated at the oncoming projectile and with a small shriek, dodges the ring.

"Hey you moron, stop trying to KILL ME!" Iggy could only fire back three green fireballs, blitzing towards The Batter. Oh, why him?

GO AHEAD .... MR. JOEHSTUR .......

Samson stood up in a heartbeat as soon as he heard the noise of the nearby fight. He rushed to view the battle, immediately raising an eyebrow as soon as he saw the baseball uniform clad man fighting the spiky shelled turtle being. He chuckled a little at the sight before proceeding to approach the battle for a better view.

Note to self: Pick less edgy username next time.

The ring - Alpha - simple made a wide arc around Iggy after he had dodge, returning to the Batter's side like a boomerang. He easily sidestepped the fireballs, dashing at full speed to the poor Koopaling. "You will not trick me with words, Spectre!" He shouted as he got closer, pulling back his bat, ready to swing. "And you will not keep me trapped in this world!"

"Spectre? What are you talking about?! I'm not this silly "Spectre"!" He yells back, stepping back to fire more fireballs at the Batter's feet. Poor koopaling indeed, he has no idea what was in store!

"And I'm already dead! It's useless to try and kill me again with that bat!"

GO AHEAD .... MR. JOEHSTUR .......

Samson felt bad to just watch the battle and not work to stop it. He rushed in-between The Batter and Iggy, his arms crossed together and his will based abilities forming a shield of bluish light. Anyone who knew him could see that the shield was particularly weak and would surely break on contact with the bat. For now, Samson felt a need to protect others, though that may pass.

edited 29th Sep '13 6:35:46 PM by DarkbloodCarnagefang

Note to self: Pick less edgy username next time.

He was about to shield his face when Samson rushed in and help, looking like a helpless nerd. Ah, it was much appreciated. He uncovers his face and looks down on the boy, arching a black brow over the shield. "... Looks like I'm not alone." He whispers to himself. Then, looking around, he perks up and lets out a laugh. "Hahaha! Now you can't get me!~"

Iggy could only hunch over and grin at the boy, showing his sharp, braced teeth.

GO AHEAD .... MR. JOEHSTUR .......

From not that far away, two pairs of eyes were watching the fight. One of them, smaller than the other, was looking around, hidden under a few tuffs of tall grass. The other, which belonged to a teenager wearing green clothes, was too focused on the scuffle to realize the tall grass was not hiding him.

"What are these people?" Bolin asked his companion, a small fire ferret, who just looked back at him. "I mean, first these weird tendrils attack Republic City... and now we end up in the middle of a nowhere with... whatever those people are!"

The fire ferret, Pabu, simply shrugged- if you could call what he did a shrug.

"Do you think we should talk to them?" Bolin asked, and Pabu replied by shaking his head until he fell down, dizzy. "Alright, alright, I got it! Let's just keep watching, see if we can hear anything useful." He said, going back to peering at the scuffle between the three. "... sure hope the others are doing fine... and sure hope these guys can't see us... "

Vlad and Loiosh were on the road from Adrilankha when the tentacles descended. At first he thought that the amulet he'd had crafted had failed.

"I want my money back!" were his last wor before he blacked out.

___

When he awoke he saw that he wasn't where he had started. But he wasn't handcuffed in a room full of hostile Jhereg either. He was in a grassy field.

Loiosh, you all right?

Yeah Boss, a little dizzy but otherwise okay

When he stood up Vlad noticed some kind of fight going on in the middle distance.

Mind checking that out when you get your wings in order?

Oh sure, let the jhereg do all the work

That is why I feed you.

I thought it was because I was the brains of the outfit rumbling aside, after a few tentative hops the Jhereg took off towards the argumen which he would circle at a safeheight.

NOTE: all lines in italics are telepathic communication so unless someone is capable of eavesdropping menta won't hear a thing. Also Jhereg with a capital "J" indicates the organization Vlad used to belong to while a lower case "j" indicates the creature.

edited 30th Sep '13 8:47:55 AM by tricksterson

Trump delenda est

Poor as Iggy may be, he was lucky. The Batter jumped the first few fireballs, but unfortunately landed foot-first into the next. He yelped and tumbled forward, his bat arm slamming down onto the last of the flames. He clenched said arm, involuntarily letting go of his weapon. After a moment of being curled in pain, he slowly rose to his feet (though he leaned a bit to the side, the same direction that his burnt foot was).

"...
You may have gotten to safety for a short while. But it will not last."

As he spoke, he grabbed something out of his back pocket. It was some weird, red lump, which he brought to his mouth and began to gnaw on.

"Aahh... Note to self- if the head of the Carmonna Tong tries to rope you into a drinking contest with him... Do not do it. Under any circumstances."

Shanaar's morning was not off to a good start so far. Waking up with one hell of a hangover, in... was he even in Morrowind anymore? No, he couldn't have been. It was far too colorful. He groaned and sat up, giving himself the once-over.

Robe, check. Amulet of Levitation, check. Ring of Concealment, check. He made a mental note to come up with a better naming scheme when he had the time. These didn't have any flair, any style. That's half of being a salesman, right there.

Let's see, what else was there... Glass dagger, check. His knapsack...

...Today just went from bad to worse. His knapsack, carrying all his gold, food, merchandise, important things like that? Gone missing.

"Great, great! Just what I need, just-"

He paused. Looks like he wasn't alone. That is to say, he saw the fight going on. It was... confusing, to say the least.

UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI

The koopaling perks up, blinking rapidly at... well, everything. Everything was happening at once, and it was simply so much he could take. He could only laugh at The Batter's failed attack, but soon stops. "Oho, you're so funny! Trust me, you're nothing more than a nuisance to me, my dear batter." His tone was of sheer arrogance, as if the fight was nothing more than a silly tumble. Giggling under his breath, he looks around.

He spots the merchant from a few feet away, and could only stare from afar. After all, he might as well watch from afar.

GO AHEAD .... MR. JOEHSTUR .......

Shanaar stared at Iggy. By the Nine, what was he doing?

"Child! Child, get out of there! He's still right there! He is literally right behind you!"

UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI

Samson strengthened the power of the Will Shield as he saw the Batter munching on whatever he had put in his mouth.

He turned his head toward Iggy, "Hey you, stupid looking turtle thing, get out of here. This thing isn't gonna last."

Note to self: Pick less edgy username next time.

He looked down at Samson and growled, insulted over being called unintelligent! "I suggest you get better eyesight. He said he wasn't going to attack us!" He said, pointing to the Batter. "After all, he did state a next time. I didn't need any help." Adjusting his glasses, he then looked over to Shanaar and arched a confused brow. "I'm not hurting him, you moron!" No wonder his siblings didn't like to talk to him.

GO AHEAD .... MR. JOEHSTUR .......

(Is this kid for real..?)

"That's not what I mean! For your own safety, run!"

UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI

"Calm down."

The Batter placed the slightly smaller chunk of meat into his pocket again and picked up his bat. It seemed that thing he ate healed his burns. "Spectres are more aggressive. And if he were a Guardian, he'd be smarter, too." He held up his weapon, and Alpha returned into it in a flash of light.

As the icy oblivion consumed the Nomad, it had uttered some last words to the Rift.

"Cheers!"

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However, the Nomad quickly found that their end had not come so quickly, as they now sat in a vibrant field, it's relative sanity refreshing from the sprawling, mad collage of the Rift.

"..."

Nomad looked down, in their hand clutched a familiar revolver. Nomad looked at it accusingly.

And the Revolver looked back.

Merde, I should've noticed that.

"..." He sighs. Maybe your spectacles were making you see things, Iggy. "Ha ha, how funny!" He replied with sarcasm.

GO AHEAD .... MR. JOEHSTUR .......

Samson let the shield down as he looked around, Odd crowd so far it seems.

He turned toward Iggy, "Sorry for the insult."

Note to self: Pick less edgy username next time.

Genie, the aforementioned revolver, grinned, and licked his lips.

"Should you have failed to dally, then this would have been everted, but now, we must preserve to deal with this the time will come when I will inform you of the nattre of this malady, until then... >;)" Spoke Genie, nasty little spud that he is.

Nomad grunted and stood up, holding Genie at the ready.

So I think making Genie red and Nomad blue from here-on out is a thing I will be doing, that sound good?

edited 30th Sep '13 5:09:31 PM by eldritchseer