Chirico rolled his eyes and turned to everyone else, he had been quiet for the most part but that clearly wasn't going to be the optimum choice here.
He leaned forward "Perhaps introductions are in order before we figure out how this happened," he suggested. Chirico thought about where to start with himself... best to just go for his military rank, or one of them.
"I am Sergeant Major Chirico Cuvie of the Gilgamesh Military. 74th Red Shoulder Division. You all are?"
edited 6th Apr '15 3:01:58 PM by EchoingSilence
The Keeper took stock of each strange being around him: assorted humans, a giant metal man, a... blue thing, what appeared to be several varieties of fairy (he made a note to install some bug zappers when he got home) and what he could only describe as a human brain contained within an alembic. All were clearly lost and confused, though some were making pathetically transparent attempts to play it cool. Some authoritative knowledge on what truly caused this was in order, and like all knowledge it was best conveyed through a demonic roar that boomed and echoed like a thunderclap.
"THE TALKING BRAIN-BEAST LIES! A GATHERING SUCH AS THIS COULD ONLY BE ACHIEVED THROUGH THAUMIC RIFTS IN THE VERY FABRIC OF THE ETHER ITSELF. SOME GRAND AND TERRIBLE ENTITY OF SUPREME POWER HAS TORN THE WORLDS ASUNDER, CASTING THEM ADRIFT UPON AN OCEAN OF NIGHTMARES."
edited 27th Mar '15 5:30:49 AM by Vox
Vampire Hunter
Trevor & Allies, Five Minutes Ago
Alucard was leading the group through the mountain range where he knew was a back entrance to his father's home, Castlevania. While Trevor was the leader of their band of four, he had allowed Alucard to lead as it would end up being a shorter path through the castle itself. Since Alucard was the rebellious son of Dracula, it seemed obvious to trust him in where they were going... at least for the moment. Unfortunately, others like Sypha Belnades were less than trusting of the Dhampir since it was the vampire Carmilla who help to cause men to hunt witches. Grant Danasty, meanwhile, was rather laid-back about the situation.
"You sure this is the right way?" Grant asked Alucard, not really sure of the path they were taking.
"Of course," Alucard clarified to Grant, not happy to have to explain his motives again. "I used it all the time to escape my father's cas—"
Suddenly, an earthquake shook the mountains they were travelling through, causing an impromptu avalanche. While they were able to avoid getting buried from the avalanche in time, the avalanche had buried the path towards the back entrance to the castle.
"That was... odd," Alucard frowned at the path to the back entrance being buried, but looked at Trevor for his ruling.
"We shall find another path inside," Trevor answered the thoughts of the others, looking at the path back from where they came. "We shall go back through the mountains and loop around to the front entrance." Even Sypha seemed to be okay with his plan since it was Trevor's plan and not Alucard's.
Little did the group of heroes know that they were headed towards Bald Mountain and that they and Castlevania were not on their planet anymore.
Dracula & Death, One Minute Afterwards
Dracula sat in his throne room drinking from a wine glass filled with blood and waiting for Belmont to show up. He had felt the earthquake happen, but he had paid it no mind... Well, he would have paid it no mind if it was not for Death entering his throne room without being summoned by him.
"Death, what is the meaning of this?" Dracula asked Death, having not expected his meeting.
"My Lord, we are not in our own world anymore," Death answered back, sounding concerned and pointing towards one of the windows of the throne room. "I no longer have the full abilities granted to me as a reaper of souls, and... well, just look through that window."
Dracula knew that Death was the one member of his army that was more a force than a creature, so he would pick up when things had gone awry with the universe. In addition, Death was his most trusted ally. Thus Dracula gave Death the benefit of the doubt and got up to check the window, and could not describe what he had saw... It was a piece of a world inhabited by sentient LEGO beings known as Bricksburg. Soon after confirming Death's obvious suspicions that they were no longer in Wallachia, a robotic ball flew through said window he was looking out of and revealed a rolled-up yellow letter, which Dracula would take and read to himself.
"Where was Belmont currently?" Dracula had asked Death once he had finished reading the letter, curious as to the current position of his hated foe. "Was his group close enough to be brought with the castle?"
"He was in the mountain range nearing the back entrance, though there was an avalanche when the earthquake occured," Death had noted to Dracula, figuring that this information was important. "They came here with us."
"Sad..." Dracula frowned that his hated foe and his allies were still here. "Given the avalanche, is Belmont in a position to enter the castle soon?"
"No, my lord," Death answered Dracula, which led to Dracula smirking.
"Good, good, this letter is an invitation for me to attend a meeting, and if we are to discover what has happened with the castle, it would be best if I go there," Dracula then commanded Death. "Keep the castle in order until I return."
Dracula then pressed the button on the floating orb and disappeared from Death's sight.
The Meeting
Dracula slouched in the chair chosen for him with his wine glass in his hand. He could smell humans in the room, but he kept from attacking them at the moment as he was curious about why his castle had been brought there. However, others in the room weren't human, nor were they any sort of creature or monster he was familiar with, which made him more curious about the situation his castle was in. At the moment, he was not in the talkative mood and would rather be back in his castle to deal with Belmont and his allies. The shouting match between the brain-in-a-jar and what appeared to be a fellow Dark Lord was not helping matters.
edited 27th Mar '15 5:52:59 AM by GameGuruGG
Wizard Needs Food Badly
"I'd wager the power of a god or ancient technology," Chirico remarked, such loud individuals, the brain in a jar reminded him of Wiseman a bit. Chirico was thankful that Wiseman was at the very least dead now.
"There are a multitude of explanations that we could go for. But since it seems theories are already popping up we must assume that every one of ours is wrong," The Overman continued, he wasn't exactly the most science oriented, knowing at most how to fix machines of a multitude, but he had some basic ideas about how this would work.
Of course Chirico doubted he could get a word in thanks to the shouting Match that was going to erupt.
Into Oblivion
"It's kind of fun to do the impossible." -Walt Disney
Twilight Town—Two Minutes After Relocation
The relocation was rather interesting. Mostly because it had involved Roxas and Xion screaming while the whole town shook. After Axel (aka, designated babysitter) had calmed them down and they got their bearings, they were in a state of shock, just like the rest of town.The screaming had started again after they realized they couldn't Dark Corridor back to the castle.
Axel bent down, trying hard not to cover his ears. "Guys, guys, calm down. This is hardly the worst thing we've ever dealt with."
Xion tugged on her coat, still hyperventilating. "But... we can't go home, we're stuck here forever... the Heartless, you can hit them back..."
Roxas, the (slightly) calmer one, wasn't screaming anymore, nor was he hyperventilating. Actually, he recovered pretty quickly. That was Roxas—mood swinging like a swingset. "Why can't we go home?"
Axel facepalmed. "Look, I'm sure there's a logical explanation, and I'm also sure the others will come pick us up soon."
Then Roxas found the note. He picked it up, read it, and showed it to Axel, who, on cue, buried his face in his hands.
"Who the heck thought Roxas would be a good leader?!"
"Hey!" Roxas slapped Axel on the shoulder, then read the note again. "Okay. Can you stay here, Axel?"
Axel saw that kid with the bandanna running around, going on about occult events. "Yeah, I think I have to."
"Do you think Xion can come?"
Xion read the note herself, then shook her head. "No, it looks like you have to go alone. I'm fine with staying here for now. Just come back safe, okay?"
Roxas nodded. "I will." Then he pressed the button.
The Meeting
Well, the letter hadn't been kidding about the nausea. Luckily, sea-salt ice cream was not substantial enough to be chucked up, because that would have been disgusting. After taking a moment to ground himself, Roxas looked around at the other beings. They were mostly human, but some where... other things.Roxas slowly approached the group, scratching the back of his neck. "Uh, hi. I'm Roxas. I think we all went through the same thing..."
Twilight Town
Axel sighed and turned back to the people gathered in the center of town. "Yeah, we are your new leaders. Got a problem with that?" please call me "XionKuriyama" or some variation, thanks! | What is the good deed that you can do right now?
It was all Klein could do to not break into derisive laughter as the cloaked man offered his wildly inaccurate speculations about what had just happened to the universe. If there was anything Klein hated, it was people, cloaked or otherwise, standing in the way of proper Scientific progress.
"HOW DARE YOU BRING PRIMITIVE SUPERSTITIOUS BABBLE INTO THIS HALL OF... THIS VERY LARGE HALL! THERE IS OBVIOUSLY A PERFECLTY RATIONAL EXPLANATION FOR THIS SUDDEN QUANTUM SHUNT. WHY, IF ONLY I HAD ACESS TO WHATEVER DIABOLICAL CONTRAPTION OUR KIDNAPPER HARNESSED TO BRING US HERE, I COULD EASILY FIND A WAY TO RETURN US ALL TO OUR HOME REALITIES. SO WHY DON'T YOU GO STUDY YOUR HOROSCOPE IN THE CORNER WHILE THE REST OF US WORK ON A REAL ESCAPE PLAN?"
edited 27th Mar '15 6:39:26 AM by Locoman
Into Oblivion
The Meeting
Roxas jumped and fell on the floor. Did this guy really need to shout? He scratched his head. "What?! What did I say?" He looked to the others. "Is he... it, whatever... always like this?"Obviously, this was going to be a bit more interesting than the meetings in the Round Room with Xemnas...
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The Meeting - Argumentation
Sonic got in a good laugh when Axton mentioned that "Eggman" was a ridiculous name (fitting, since he came up with it himself to mock Dr. Robotnik, and only later, during a time travel adventure, did the Doc start using it himself). He mostly kept quiet as more people joined the meeting.
Then Dr. Klein derisively shot down Chirico's suggestion that a deity or equivalent supernatural being could have been responsible for bringing them all here. Sonic, having encountered such supernatural beings in the past, couldn't let that stand. "Oh, yeah, Dr. Clean?", Sonic intentionally mispronounced, hoping to get a reaction out of Klein as he pointed his index finger at him for emphasis. "Well I'll have you know that I've met gods. I've even fought gods, and the guy who tends to sic them on me is a scientist!"
When Roxas asked if Klein was always like this, Sonic turned his spiky head to him to confirm it. "From what I've heard Dr. Pickle-Jar say, I'd be willing to bet he's like this even on a normal day."
edited 27th Mar '15 7:49:33 AM by TrashJack
feeling blue
The figures in the meeting were certainly something else. A bipedal blue hedgehog, a brain in a jar... It was far from a normal meeting and that just made Miko wonder just how different the worlds that were pulled together like that were. What really got her attention though, was that she wasn't the only one from Gensokyo to end up there. Upon spotting Kanako, Miko drifted over to her.
"Miss Yasaka, so the Human Village wasn't the only place brought here from Gensokyo? Did they bring the entire Youkai Mountain as well?" she asked, looking quite surprised as it seemed nobody else in there seemed to know each other, perhaps she had just gotten lucky.
Miko kept listening carefully to everything that was going on in the meeting, she wasn't about to let anything that could be important information slip by, though the shouting match that was going on was certainly annoying.
Armor Outpost, shortly before relocation
Early morning sun shone as a wagon rolled into town, it's driver hopping off the seat as he's chats with one of the local merchants before a group of burly men start unloading crates and sacks of goods, most of it food bound for taverns or inns.
In one such establishment a figure in dashing blue armor and looked eagerly at the bowl of porridge in front of him. He raised a spoon to begin digging in when a rumble shook the entire building, knocking things off shelves and the knight off balance as the bowl toppled over. A taller female figure in red armor dashed down the stairs as the quaking ceased.
"Shovel Knight, what's going on? Are is it an attack?!"
"I don't know!" The blue knight said as he pushed himself to his feet, the bowl hanging off one of the curved horns of his helmet now that the contents were emptied, mostly on his head.
Outside the people scurried around to asses the threat and damage, and several just stared as it became apparent the outpost was mostly unharmed... But in the distance, the landscape had changed dramatically!
"What sort of sorcery is this?" He said in awe at the changes
"I don't know... It can't be the Enchantress, can it?"
Before Shield Knight could get a response, a small metal sphere dropped from the sky to float in front of Shield Knight and delivered it's letter. He read, as some of the former breakfast dripped onto the post-script of the yellowed parchment.
"It seems... I have an invitation?" He said, contemplating what this could mean for him and the innocent people living, or stranded in the outpost. True, most of them were used to excitement and travel, but not like this.
"I see..." Shield knight said slowly as she read the note from over Shovel Knight's should, pausing momentarily before taking the bowl from his horn. "Well, you can't go to a meeting looking like that!"
She started to wipe the mess off his armor with a cloth as the blue knight blinked, he'd forgotten breakfast already. "Ah, yes. Thank you" A few moments later he nodded to his companion "I trust you can keep the citizens from buckling in panic while I dig up some information for our 'host' then?"
"Are you doubting me already?" Shield Knight said with a teasing grin "You get going, we'll have this place cleaned up and waiting for whatever news you bring, Shovel Knight"
The blue knight nodded, and placed gauntlet covered hand over the button as instructed
Suddenly Shovel Knight appears at his seat at the table, but is momentarily distracted from the sights by an intense wave of nausea that left him quite green around the gills. You can tell this through the armor by the way supports himself on one hand while the other is clamped to the shadowy T shaped opening of his helmet.
"Urk! That's... Most distracting... Oooogh..."
After taking a moment to let the feeling pass, the knight straitened and slowly looked around the strange meeting room and it's inhabitants. Many humans, a strange metal golem, a floating magician of some sort, a shouting brain in a jar, a few demons... The talking animal was nothing new, though he wondered how the young lad in the robe had earned himself the position as representative for his home.
"Well, I don't think I'll take walking for granite any time soon" He jested, resting his trusty shovel blade against the table as he took seat with his name.
edited 27th Mar '15 8:47:53 AM by BlitzTrain
What was the alembic brain screeching about now? And what even was a "quantum"? Such impertinence could only be met with scorn.
"HAH! Surely you jest? "Rational explanation"? ABANDON YOUR ARROGANCE, FOOLISH JAR OF BRAIN-MEAT! RATIONALITY CANNOT SAVE YOU NOW! Your paltry notions of science are no match for the magic that weaves an arcane snare around you EVEN AS WE SPEAK! It is no mere contraption that holds us here, it is some mighty work of sorcery BINDING YOUR VERY SOOOOUUL!"
"And horoscopes? You bespeak your ignorance! Any child knows that horoscopes are only accurate THIRTY-FIVE PERCENT OF THE TIME!"
edited 27th Mar '15 8:52:35 AM by Vox
Chirico rolled his eyes again, he was getting a bit tired of this, so he drew his sidearm, a Magnum Pistol that fired powerful slug rounds, aimed it at the ceiling and fired a few times hoping to end the shouting match.
"Both of you calm down," he stated, his tone never breaking his monotone stoic attitude, "Your shouting will solve nothing. We have all been called here for a reason and I wish to be able to hear that reason."
Duty First
After more came, more shoutings occured. The brain in a jar and the man in armor, as well as the smaller man in armor is being particularly chipper. And they are telling a lot about themeselves in the progress as well. Excellent.
The Captain continues drinking tea through the straw, lying back against his chair and his foot on the table as if this is all a show.
Siiip.
Perhaps to the Captain, this is one.
No sense in revealing who Captain represents for now. It will all come in due time. And what a time, it will be.
Then a shot rang out, and a pair of goggles turns to the source. A rather heroic attempt to quell the argument?
Amusing. Lets see where this goes.
edited 27th Mar '15 9:06:23 AM by f1r3lemon
всегда верен
Into Oblivion
The Meeting
Roxas jumped at the sound of the pistol firing and instinctively drew his Keyblade. "What the heck is wrong with you people?!"Meanwhile, in Twilight Town...
"No, we are not a cult." please call me "XionKuriyama" or some variation, thanks! | What is the good deed that you can do right now?
Dreams of Revenge
Falcon Guards Landing Site, Tukayyid, May, 3052
A warm wind blew across the Tukayyid landscape, the serenity of nature entirely at odds with the frenetic activity of a DropShip busy off loading equipment. This was where the Falcon Guards of Clan Jade Falcon's Gamma Galaxy had opted to land, supported by the massive spherical bulk of their DropShip, Raptor. Far above, Clan aerospace fighters prowled the skies, preparing to pounce on any ComStar flights foolish enough to attempt contesting the area.
Elementals, the huge genetically engineered infantry of the Clans, helped get everything in order. Star Captain Selima helped direct these efforts, his hulking form seeming to be everywhere at once. Though he called out orders, he rarely raised his voice, keeping a steady tempo going. For now most of the BattleMechs stayed in their bays, metal giants awaiting the call of battle. The ultimate symbol of the 31st century battlefield, BattleMechs could outgun, outlast, and outrun any comparable opponent. Those used by the Clans were particularly impressive; they ran cooler than Spheroid mechs, and their weapons reached out farther and hit harder to boot. To add insult to injury, these OmniMechs as they were called could swap out weapons and parts with far greater ease than their bretheren fighting for the Inner Sphere. Other 'mechs moved around outside, preparing to meet their ComStar opponents.
Three of the most important individuals in the Cluster were safely ensconced in the command centre of the Raptor, monitoring the progress of the unloading process. Star Colonel Aidan Pryde looked on coolly. It felt like a lifetime ago since he had first started on this rocky path with his sibko on Ironhold. Marthe Pryde's betrayal still stung, but the Star Colonel had long since hardened himself to it. It helped that his second (illicit) attempt had introduced him to Horse, the freebirth with whom he had a special bond. It was unusual for Clansmen to feel anything but contempt for their supposed lessers, but the muscular man had proven a firm ally.
Horse was never far from the Star Colonel's side, and now was no different: he was standing next to Aidan, his brow furrowed in concentration. He rumbled in his deep voice, "Looks like things are going well, quiaff?"
"Aff, but try to speak properly next time," said Aidan, his eyes never wavering from the holotank's display. It wasn't strictly necessary for him to be doing this, but the Star Colonel felt it was a good use of his time. At the opposite end of the holotank stood Star Commander Joanna, a frown etched across her features. Her arms were folded, but the black gloves with metal star studs she wore were clearly visible. Even if Aidan still felt distaste for the woman, he couldn't deny that she was a capable warrior. Albeit one who had a horrific temper. Joanna, for her part, seemed to only grudgingly accept his commands. At least it is better than during Crash Camp, he reasoned. He could still remember the stinging insults and harsh treatment he had endured at Joanna's hands.
"I think you can leave this task to him, quiaff?" Joanna pointed to Horse, her contempt for what she saw as a waste of time bleeding through her tone.
"Neg, it is my responsibility to make sure that we encounter no trouble," replied Aidan just as tersely. His eyes locked with Joanna's for the briefest of moments, but Joanna already knew that once Aidan had set his mind to something it was nigh on impossible to get him to change his mind.
"Very well." The resignation was clear in her voice. Before she could find something else to complain about, however, the Raptor began swaying from side to side on its landing struts, causing technicians and warriors alike to stumble. Taken by surprise, the trio almost fell over with startled cries. Eventually, however, the shaking stopped.
"What happened?" muttered Aidan, hoping the DropShip's landing gear hadn't been damaged. The last thing he needed was for the Raptor to come crashing to earth, risking its occupants and the BattleMechs within. His mind raced - Tukayyid wasn't known for its earthquakes. Was this the result some sort of hitherto unknown ComStar weapon? He wasn't about to rule it out; the Spheroids had given Clan Jade Falcon far too many unpleasant surprises.
"I've got no idea..." said Horse. Uncertainty was written all over his face. It was then that Aidan realised that the holotank - previously alive with the activity of countless Clanspeople and their equipment - was much more calm, with about only half the force that was there previously remaining. Worse still, the ASFs providing air cover were gone entirely!
Messages flooded in from forces at the edge of the landing site, reporting that a large city - amongst other bizarre sights - had suddenly sprung up, replacing the fields and produce of Tukayyid as if they had never been there. The confusion was not helped by the sudden arrival of a small metal sphere in the command room. Acting purely on reflex, Aidan unholstered his ER laser pistol and almost blasted the thing apart when it whirred to a stop next to him and produced a letter. Horse and Joanna drew closer to read it as well.
The Star Colonel frowned as he read the message. It seemed like someone was toying with him. Crumpling up the piece of paper, he said, "I have a meeting to attend to. Keep monitoring the situation."
"You surat, this is probably another ComStar trick!" spat Joanna.
"That might be so, Star Commander, but I doubt I am going to get any answers staying here, quineg?" said Aidan. "And if worst comes to worst, I still have this." He patted the ER laser pistol's holster.
"...Neg," growled Joanna. "But do not be so trusting next time."
"That's just like you, Star Colonel," said Horse, rolling his eyes. But he never got a chance to continue his needling as Aidan pressed the button on the drone and abruptly disappeared.
The Meeting
Aidan's head spun as he tried to fight the vertigo overtaking him, though thankfully it was over in seconds. But it took far longer for him to recover from the sight before him. A bizarre BattleMech-like machine was the most obvious sight, but there was another strange machine, what appeared to be an Elemental, a bizarre anthropomorphic animal, and countless humans like himself. Judging by their manner of speech and less than impressive discipline, they were likely all freebirths.
What have I just gotten myself into? His mind wryly noted that he had turned up at a meeting in his field uniform rather than his dress uniform. At least it wasn't just a cooling vest and a pair of shorts.
Struggling mightily not to reveal his surprise and disorientation - emotion was a weakness - he found a chair neatly labelled Star Colonel Aidan Pryde. He remained in silence, staring hard at the holographic projection, memorising it, trying to process the insanity that was now all around him. He wished people would stop yelling. The question of introductions snapped him out of it.
"I am Star Colonel Aidan Pryde of the Falcon Guards, Gamma Galaxy," Aidan said, rattling off his unit's designation crisply and precisely. In a sense it was comforting to have something familiar to cling on to. He added, "I belong to Clan Jade Falcon."
The sudden drawing of weapons caught the Clanner's attention. Though he did not draw his laser pistol, he unbuttoned the holster and prepared to draw it. "He is right," said Aidan at length. "We gain nothing by squabbling like sibkin fresh out of the sibko."
edited 27th Mar '15 9:32:47 AM by Flanker66
Locking you up on radar since '09
Axton was amused by the two dudes...er, things arguing. Gave him some entertainment while he waited for the guy in charge to show up. He was taking note of names and such, but he refused to introduce himself every time someone came in. His name was on the back of the chair, they could read it if they were curious. His attention was drawn by the latest newcomer. Most of the others he at least understood, even if what they were saying made no sense in context. Axton had about as much of an idea of what quantum things were as the next guy, that is none. But this guy was spouting gibberish for half of his words.
"Hey, buddy, try again and speak english this time. No one here knows what the hell a sibkin or a sibko is." He said, butchering the pronunciation of the words in the process.
To a fashion, some of the people present had started introducing themselves, and Elincia did not want to appear rude.
"I am Queen Elincia of Crimea, a peaceful country. This is Lord Ike, who has fought a great number of battles, and secured the peace and security of Crimea and our world many times."
Ike and Elincia watched as the crowd of gathered representatives grew and grew. It took all of Elincia's good upbringing not to stare at the representatives that were clearly not Beorc, and even some of the ones that could be Beorc looked strange enough. Furthermore, it was clear that quite a few came from civilizations much more advanced than their own. It might be an idea to already now start making a good impression and try to gain some allies in this time of confusion.
The newest arrival caught Elincia's eye. His bearing clearly marked him as a military man, and his titles were to a certain degree familiar. She leaned towards him and tried to catch his attention.
"Star Colonel Pryde, yes? A pleasure to meet you. If you don't mind me asking, what is a sibkin?"
Ike caught on to what Elincia was doing and focused his attention on the only two people in attendance aside from themselves who knew each other from before. Though, in something of a contrast to his Queen's good manners, Ike's approach as he spoke to Kanako and Miko was as straight-forward as his personality.
"Hello. Sorry for interrupting, but do you know each other already, but come here separately?"
edited 27th Mar '15 10:00:45 AM by Lemurian
Join us in our quest to play all RPG video games! Moving on to disc 2 of Grandia!
"UNPOSSIBLE. MAGIC DOES NOT EXIST! IT IS MERELY A ANTHROPOCENTRIC CONSTURUCTION INVENTED TO EXPLAIN THE UNEXPLAINABLE. I SPENT SIX MONTHS OF MY LIFE ATEMPTING TO QUANTITATIVELY VERIFY THE EXISTENCE OF MAGIC. DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY LAGOMORPHS I PULLED OUT OF SILKEN TOP HATS, AND THEN VIVISECTED? HAVE YOU A FRACTION OF AN IDEA HOW MANY SIMULATIONS I PERFORMED ON DECKS OF PLAYING CARDS? AND DON'T EVEN BRING UP HOW MANY LOBOTOMITES I HAD TO SAW IN HALF. MY PEER-REVIEWED THESIS CONFIRMED MY HYPOTHESIS: MAGIC IS BUT SLEIGHT OF HAND, AN ELEMENTARY-LEVEL TRICKERY DESIGNED TO-"
Klein was cut short by the sudden burst of gunfire from one of the organisms sitting across the room from him. He flinched, then wheeled on the one who had cut him off. "YOU BROUGHT A GUN TO THIS MEETING? A COMBUSTION-BASED GUNPOWDER DEVICE?! He paused and turned his eye-monitors toward each other into a reasonably good simulacrum of an angry face. "YOU HAVEN'T EVEN INVENTED LASER-ASSISTED ELECTRICAL WEAPONRY YET?"
He was again cut off by the blue mammalian organism. "KLEIN. IT'S DOCTOR KLEIN. KLEIN AS IN THE... THE... SOME KIND OF JAR, I THINK." Before he could elaborate, the mammaloid mentioned some scientist trying to summon a god. The Think Tank turned and tried to bury his face in his podium. In practice this mostly meant that he extended all three of his monitors and plopped them down onto the table surface.
"NEANDERTHALS. I'M SURROUNDED BY NEANDERTHALS."
edited 27th Mar '15 10:23:18 AM by Locoman
It looked like a bad time to arrive as a demon resumed shouting at the brain jar. but the short blue knight turns quickly to the man firing the strange explosive weapon and the jumpy key summoning boy, being able to materialize a weapon like that must be handy. Hopefully nobody turned their weapons on each other at this "meeting".
Duty First
Internally, the Captain is having a blast. Externally, he is attempting to suppress a chuckle, and is failing at that. These beings, men, and women are highly amusing to watch.
He stood, and in a rather booming voice,"My, my. Can't we all be civil here? Let us put our guns down, and discuss our current predicament."
And to affirm that, he pulls out his own armament; an oversized revolver. He raises it in the air for everyone to see, and puts it on the table.
"Gesture of peace, here we go~"
And he goes back to sitting on his chair, bobbing his head side to side, foot on the table and humming.
edited 27th Mar '15 10:25:03 AM by f1r3lemon
всегда верен
Into Oblivion
The Meeting
Roxas slowly approached the metal screen thing, attempting to get behind it. His Keyblade was poised to strike. No one that loud and obnoxious could be up to good deeds. He also wanted the yelling to stop.edited 27th Mar '15 10:24:16 AM by TooManyIdeas
please call me "XionKuriyama" or some variation, thanks! | What is the good deed that you can do right now?
"Laser weapons are reserved for War status space cruisers," Chirico explained, he lowered his weapon "This is a anti armor magnum, more than capable of punching a hole through that glass dome that houses your Brain," the Overman calmly threatened "So I suggest you quiet down. Your incessant shouting has not improved anything of our current situation."
Chirico sat back down, sidearm holstered, maybe now others could get a word in.
The Meeting - Chaos
Sonic was surprised to hear a series of gunshots while he was still trying to push Dr. Klein's buttons (metaphorically, anyway; he wasn't close enough to literally do so, and the gunshots kept him in his seat for the time being). When Klein mentioned laser weaponry, Sonic was more than happy to point out that his world had both guns (often carried by G.U.N. troops) and laser cannons (usually found on mechs like the ones piloted by Tails and Eggman). Before he could actually do so, however, something else surprised him.
As Roxas reacted to the shots (and Klein's shouting) by materializing his Keyblade out of thin air, the hedgehog's thought processes stopped dead in their tracks, and he could only think of one thing to say.
"Was . . . was that a giant key?"
edited 27th Mar '15 10:49:41 AM by TrashJack
Dreams of Revenge
For all his tolerance and good will toward freebirths, Aidan couldn't suppress an involuntary wince as Axton mangled the words' pronunciation, not to mention the entirely improper form of address used by Elincia. It was annoying when Horse did it to rub him up the wrong way, but this was worse. And was that a boy wielding a key as a weapon? Aidan seriously considered the possibility he was actually languishing in a medical ward after a particularly bitter battle being fed a cocktail of drugs.
"Please, refer to me as Star Colonel Aidan Pryde," he said. Obviously, there would be a lot of explaining in his future. Though he had never imagined himself giving a brief primer of Clan terminology. "A sibko is a batch of people born from the same genetic makeup. I suppose you could consider them the equivalent of someone's family. A sibkin is the term given to the members of a sibko. Do you understand now, quiaff?"
Aidan kept an eye on the antics of the others, but refrained from intervening.
Locking you up on radar since '09
Dr. Klein watched as more and more of the organisms flickered into existence, all of them noisily flapping their... their face flaps and babbling to one another about things. It took him a few seconds to try and ascertain what they were saying; it had been a long time since he had tried to verbally communicate with non-brain life, although he noticed that the big blue-and-red mechanical thing seemed to have attracted the most attention out of everything. Klein's neurons hummed smugly to themselves- clearly most of these creatures had probably never even seen a robot. He hated to admit it, but this one seemed to be far in advance of anything the Magnetohydraulics Plant or Securiton Deconstruction Facility had yet constructed. Dr. O would probably like to try and take this one apart, just to see how it all worked.
For the most part, though, the organisms seemed to have the same question. All of them had apparently undergone the same strange quantum displacement process that Big Mountain had, and unlike Klein they didn't seem to have the wherewithal or brainal capacity to realize just what had gone wrong. So somebody had to try and take command of these misfits.
"SILENCE, ALL OF YOU!" he thundered, the gel surrounding his brain flickering in unison. "AS A CERTIFIED DOCTOR OF IDEA-OLOGY, I ALONE AM QUALIFIED TO TAKE CONTROL OF THIS... RABBLE. IF YOU ARE NOT AWARE OF THIS ALREADY, WE AND OUR HOMES ALL SEEM TO HAVE BEEN TRANSPORTED INTO SOME KIND OF MINIATURE UNIVERSE. QUANTUM MECHANICS SAY SO. AND YOU CANNOT ARGUE WITH QUANTUM MECHANICS ANY MORE THAN YOU CAN ARGUE WITH THE MALUS DOMESTICA THAT IMPACTED THE CRANIUM OF SIR ISAAC NEWTON."
He paused for a second, then thumped the podium with his bottommost monitor.
"WELL, SOMEONE HAD TO TRY AND SHAPE THINGS UP." he grumbled, more to himself than anything.
edited 27th Mar '15 4:39:56 AM by Locoman