Salute the freedom fairy! ._.7
Brotherhood of bowl heads ship, 9S
"Yeah, yeah, sorry..." the android muttered to the knights, finally realizing he was being a bother. He didn't have long to be put off though.
"Ah..." he started when he saw the uh, sleigh (was that really what humans had used to get around? Since when?) come under fire. "Alright, so, they're fighting us..." he softly mused, likely not heard by anyone.
Humans fighting humans. He really should have expected this to happen, but he had been too excited to be among them to really let it sink in what their mission had been in the first place. It's what they did, he knew, but even so for several seconds the android froze in place, unsure what to do.
With difficulty, he managed to push his hesitation aside with a grunt and a shake of his head. —I'm just defending people, from other people. Yeah, defending.—
"I don't have any long range attacks, guys. Anyone got any ideas?"
edited 29th Jan '18 8:12:39 PM by tvtropesnoob
"Your Sig is now charmingly out of date" — Vox, 7/6/2016
Salute the freedom fairy! ._.7
Yeah he's technically been in the game before, but just pretend he wasn't here until now
Just a few years ago, the stars used to be a source of great comfort to me.
No matter where I was, or what kind of trouble I had gotten myself into, I could always look up and find the same set of constellations looking down at me. Seeing Scorpio, Orion, or Zoe had meant that I was away from the prying, overly stuffy lights of stinky towns and cities. It meant that night had arrived, and my blood practically sung in my chest knowing that the hunt could begin, with all the heroes of old shining down upon me, guiding me and my sword.
Incidentally, those constellations had all come to life at various points in time in order to kill me. I tried not to hold grudges.
Those days really weren't that long ago, I suppose. Two or three years, maybe. But these days, the stars were always foreign to me. Always a different universe, always a different sky. The days long past felt like they belonged to a life far gone. A set of memories, already faded, that belonged to someone who certainly wasn't me. I couldn't even remember the taste of Californian air, or the stench of New York. I'd give anything to know it again. To see my family again. Would they even remember me? Was I even my mother's son anymore?
Biologically, no, I wasn't. My mother was Artemis, Greek goddess of the hunt (and moon, and nature, and a dozen other things). And I couldn't feel her embrace any longer. The forest didn't embrace me, the song didn't flow through me. Not since that stupid nomad Tatu ripped her power out of me, and stuffed me full of Thor juice instead. How could I go back to them, when what had made me, well me, was gone? Greek demigod Armani, exit stage left, enter weird Greek-Norse-chimera god Armani.
I couldn't go back. Not until I was actually me, again. Not until I found what was lost. It didn't matter how long it took. It didn't matter how many universes I had to wander. I had to close shut this aching and literal hole in my soul. I had to end this empty feeling that clawed into my gut and mind and refused to let go. I had to find myself, or I'd be empty and alone, literally forever.
So, coordinates locked on, I once again stepped into another universe, the image of a black desert sprawling before me —
Armani Dove, Van party
— well, this certainly wasn't the desert. Unless deserts came installed with air conditioning now.
I blinked, feeling my brows shoot up like they were birds leaving the nest. Instead of a desert, I was staring at...was that a van wall?
My senses shot out even as I turned around to view the rest of the room. Two heartbeats directly behind me, one subdued and asleep, the other quietly resting. A small but constant humming in the background, likely vents and circulation. Yup, I was inside a weird building alright.
The strange room I was in looked like a pretty well furnished living area, with luxurious and comfortable looking couches lining the walls, and drop down wooden tables spread around the place, with cozy lighting. Overall, a pretty great place to take a catnap.
One of the other occupants apparently had the same idea — though I would have preferred the couch over the floor myself. Hey, to each their own. She was in a white and light colored chef getup, face down and resting her head on her arms so that her black hair spilled over her features. She didn't seem threatening or particularly noteworthy, so I moved on.
The other occupant, on the other hand, tore my attentions away anything else in the room as soon as I turned around. She was practically radiant, dressed in a distinctly traditional Japanese getup including a very finely made Kamino. She had long white hair, womanly features and uh...canine ears and a tail. Weird, but who was I to judge these days. She had a soft smile on her face, looking very open and pleasant. Oh, and frankly, she was one of the most beautiful women (or maybe creatures) I had ever seen. I think the rest of the room literally dimmed the further away from her it got.
Not that I noticed. Definitely not. Go back to your cage, Thor.
The effect was beyond normal, which in itself put me on my guard; not only did she look divine, she was radiant with something that I couldn't quite put my finger on but immediately started tripping my sixth sense. I could literally feel deities when I saw them, she was a goddess for sure.
That normally would make me panic — gods weren't exactly known for their stellar natures, especially after being dragged through the universe by a few of them — but her aura put me at ease. It was hard to describe, she made the place feel...warm. I hadn't felt a sensation like it in quite a long time, not since I had said goodbye to my uncle. My guard protested. My nostalgia and fuzzy feeling chest showed it no mercy.
Well, let's at least try to start off things on the right foot here, though I knew there was a ninety percent chance of things going downward immediately. That's just how my life went. I raised my hands to show I wasn't a threat, and smiled apologetically. "Pardon my sudden intrusion on you and your friend there, I swear it was an accident. That portal was not supposed to take me to someone's house. Incidentally, would it happen to be yours?"
Here's hoping my own divine aura didn't immediately put me on her kill list.
Armani was dressed in fairly basic blue jeans and in a greek hunters tunic, with a mantle over his shoulders that was clasped at his front with a leaf shaped pendant. Similar to this.
Showing subtly under the hem of the tunic was chainmail, made out of a strange gold-bronze metal. Across his back are two middle-sized swords clasped in leather sheathes, one of which has a bronze jewel in its hilt, the other black.
Two quivers were strapped to his legs, with an odd assortment of arrows inside — the majority of them looked like he had somehow crystallized moonlight into a physical substance. Two daggers were sheathed at his waist, and a variety of pouches on his belt contained who knows what kind of odds and ends.
As for the rest, I'll just copy paste his appearance section below.
"Auburn neck length unruly hair, with a few braids hanging over his face and large bangs. He's small in stature, 5' 3". Very toned physique — not bodybuilder, but slim while being very apparently muscular. He's been commented on as being a very pretty young man; like most demigods to their deity-parent he very much resembles Artemis, who's been described as a jaw dropping beauty, and it shows on him, much to his continual annoyance. He's been mistaken for female more than once by the more short-sighted and somewhat cloudy characters. His features are pretty, but in a very predatory manner; you could cut yourself on the sharp lines of his face, there's no softness to it.
His most striking features are his eyes; pure almost glowing silver the color of a full moon's light, with sprinkles of yellow. Other people's reactions have implied that they're very entrancing, both because they're very beautiful and because they're at the same time unnerving, as there's something very predatory about them in a way that's hard to verbalize but speaks to your instincts, what with being a hunter demigod and all."
edited 30th Jan '18 2:08:40 AM by tvtropesnoob
"Your Sig is now charmingly out of date" — Vox, 7/6/2016
Dark Sun, what choices have I...?
"Sheesh. It's not like I was going to start something with her. So far, that's looked like a bad idea, y'know," the not-scientist said, apparently assuming Ranma was talking to him, before seeing her go to help Scott and deciding to go in ahead of her. "I'll catch up with you, alright?"
Subsequently, he met Perry inside, and the two took to the deck of the sand ship, toward the vehicle's front and a bit near the edge, perhaps raising some confusion of who are these douchebags among a few crew who last they checked were not escorting a foreign animal and additional martial artist as hired help. But that became the least of these hypothetical crewmen's concerns when their vessel took a plummet halfway into a cavern.
The sudden jolt threw the dynamic duo off-balance, as it would. Dr. D was knocked against a nearby crate that had been conveniently strapped down, looking a tad disoriented at first but otherwise not worse for the wear; meanwhile, Perry, with his smaller mass, was thrown around somewhat but nonetheless likewise managed to avoid plummeting into the trap below by grabbing the railing at the boat's edge.
With a grappling hook. From a few feet below the deck.
The platypus thus was now looking down at the miserable-looking T. Rex-looking thing, about mirroring the captain's facial expression albeit with a dash of yikes-that-was-a-close-one adrenaline thrown in, as the line of the hook reeled back in to pull him back up to the vehicle.
His partner, upon regaining his bearings, rushed to where the grappling hook had wrapped around the railing, crying "Perry the Platypus!" at seeming distress at the possibility of the monotreme having plummeted into the death trap below, only to be comforted by the sight of the platypus rising back upward and looking unharmed. Perry looked up at Doof and gave a thumbs up as extra reassurance, though still having a long face presumably on account of the suffering beast beneath him.
Doof gave a relieved sigh, and relaxed somewhat. "Oh, thank goodness. You hang in there, Perry the Platypus, alright, and I'll check on everyone else. I'll be right back." After a nod from the agent, he left the railing to do just as he said.
A few moments later, the hook managed to finish reeling its line in, and Perry climbed back onto the boat, looked back and forth between the T-rex and the captain, and returned to his usual businessy demeanor, making a series of hand gestures. Both hands at his temples, parallel to his hat. Both index fingers just under his bill. An "O" shape. And finally, pointing a finger at the poor reptile.
i guess you can watch me shitpost i guess
Calamity is a housewife
Jack-O', Flying on Santa's Sleigh through the Desert
Spreading Christmas cheer? That was one way to describe it. Jack couldn't help but grin at the audacity, however.
Hopping onto the sleigh, she relaxed as much as she could on it as they flew down to accost the mysterious ship.
In a moment, a gigantic arrow was fired at the sleigh. Maria was taking precautions to shoot it down, but Jack braced for impact anyway.
"Waah! Leggo of me!"
"No! Gimme that!"
"Noo!"
On a little grassy knoll, soft breezes of wind and the melodic chirping of birds made for a gentle choir. The sunlight being filtered through the clouds, the grass, and flowers swaying lackadaisically, it was a peaceful aura through and through. It had earlier been shattered, however, by the cries of children, as well as the telltale sounds of roughhousing.
"I made this for big sis! You can't-!"
"There's no way she'd like it! So gimme it!"
"Nooo!"
The two girls were at the base of the knoll, fighting over a scrap of paper that was now worn and crumpled in their tightening grasp. They pulled and scratched like it was a violent game of tug-of-war, and their clothes were even scratched and dirty like they'd rolled around in the grass fighting. One could tell from their cries that they were reaching exhaustion, that they'd been going at it for a while.
"You two!"
The children stopped pulling at the paper, now staring at each other with wide, fearful eyes as they realized who had called to them. They turned to the source of the voice and saw none other than their dear big sister standing atop the hill. The eldest girl slid down the hill before stomping towards them. Both younger girls winced, but neither let go of the paper. As big sister finally reached them, she glared for a bit, then snatched up the paper herself, unfolding the unbelievably creased paper whilst ignoring the protests of the younger girls.
She read the poem on the paper silently, noting that it seemed to be incomplete, and recognizing the handwriting instantly.
Ragna had been receiving poems from Saya recently, mostly for their shared birthday and other gift-giving festivities, but sometimes just when Saya felt like it. This was the first time she'd ever heard of Jun trying to stop her. Why? Who knows, she just knew that Jun tended to be a brat.
She turned to her younger sisters, faced Jun, and raised her hand.
The slap sent a few perched birds flying, while Saya watched silently, almost obediently. Jun's cheek was now flushed red before the rest of her face did the same (though obviously not from more blunt force trauma) and tears emerged from her eyes. She faced the ground, hands clutching her pant legs, letting the teardrops dot the dirt. Then she'd run off.
It was later in the day, after an awkward dinner, that Father Cecil sat Ragna down for a talk. After she'd explained what happened, the priest sighed, having somewhat expected that.
"You know, you always put your siblings first. It's always about getting them their clean bedsheets, about serving them their meals first, always about taking the load off of their chores, and always about being a responsible role model, especially when they cause trouble.
"But I can't help but feel you're a little rough with them sometimes. You've always been the headstrong and independent sort, I should know from the first days I spent with you. The nickname 'old fart' ring a bell? It was what you insisted on calling me for a month or three."
Ragna couldn't help but blush at that, and fold her arms indignantly. Cecil had chuckled at finally seeing his young charge's softer side.
"Well, there's nothing wrong with your personality, but perhaps you could learn to be a bit more diplomatic, and understand people like your sister more. It might just get you the results you need."
Ragna pouted. She never liked being lectured on what she should've done.
But... Father Cecil knew what was best. It was just that...
"I dunno Father... understanding people's a doozy sometimes. Velvet, I get, but someone like Scott? I dunno if I can break through someone as thick-skinned as him."
"Besides that, I-"
Ragna, Everwood Dig Site -> Gorge
The crash was rough, and Ragna, who had previously retired to a corner of her own to rest and reflect on past teachings, was thrown about quite a bit from the fall. When she finally found it safe to get up, the first voice she heard was the Captain's, saying something about a 'poacher's trap'. She had to finally get on her feet and look around to get what he meant.
The sharpened tree trunks everywhere, overkill for the animals she was used to, but perfect for the monsters of this world, had already trapped one creature, It called pitifully, just barely making sounds as the spike impaled in its chest had no doubt intercepted its airways.
At all this, Ragna had one observation to make.
"Captain? You heard of... Bullfango Bill? You think this is his doing?"
edited 30th Jan '18 7:25:08 AM by LatverianBadger
"Shake the dust." - Anis Mojgani
Anti-Gnosis Weapon
The Van, Living Room
Some indeterminate amount of time passed without anything noteworthy happening, though the girl on the floor did groan and roll over to her other side in her sleep. Maybe she was cold? Amaterasu briefly considered searching around for a blanket to lay over the hatted young lady, but ultimately counseled herself against wandering too far before she could at least get a clue as to what was going on.
Just as she was about to conclude that she wouldn't be missing anything if she were to nod off a little herself, a sudden swirling in the surroundings startled the solar goddess, still more shocking due to the fact that even as her ears swiveled to its general direction it deposited a man in the middle of the room for no apparent reason. The newcomer was clad in what was simultaneously foreign and sensible attire that spoke of a life of a hunter, or perhaps a warrior, though the redness of his hair and remainder of his gear pointed toward the former in both cases. He had very pretty features, to be sure, to the point that the deity almost felt like double-checking with him to make sure her nose wasn't fooling her about his smell.
Speaking of which, he came across as absolutely nothing like the girl on the floor. She was a seasoned baker of some kind, as evidenced by absolutely everything about her, but particularly her light and vaguely batter-tinged scent that reminded Amaterasu of red bean jam and the finest mochi. He, by contrast, smelled almost exactly like an oncoming storm, and a thunderstorm at that, if her nose was to be trusted. There were some faint earthen notes there as well, thoroughly buried beneath the rainy scent, but still unmistakable to a goddess of nature and agriculture such as herself. More importantly, he had the equally impossible to fake sense of a kami about him! Not one as powerful as she might expect from a full-bodied god, so perhaps he was an incarnated one diminished in power as she had once been or was some derivative of demigod, but still, it had been ages since she had even seen another one in the flesh!
And he was hardly thundering right now, even if it was somewhere in his nature. It seemed that he was, by all accounts, just as disoriented as herself! Perhaps the young lady on the floor was of the same sort, then, and had simply arrived earlier than she. In any case, the sun deity directed her full attention to the redheaded hunter with braids in his hair, offering him a defeated shrug of equal confusion and a shake of her head. Then, Amaterasu opened her mouth.
"But my, you smell of godhood! Say, are you able to hear Our words, by chance?"
No sound came out, but that was to be expected, as she was a goddess of the Celestial Plain, after all, and the Celestial tongue was wholly incomprehensible to the mortal ear.
Salute the freedom fairy! ._.7
Armani, Van, to sunshine wolf
She just rolled her shoulder and shook her head at me in defeat, pure white locks shaking freely. I frowned back; a bit curious that she didn't just speak to me, but on the other hand she had no way of knowing that language wasn't an issue with me, so I'll give her a pass on that one.
"You don't know either, huh..."
A slow, sinking feeling silently crept down my spine. This was actually kind of similar to one OTHER situation I had been in before...
Trying not to panic, I swallowed and called my Nexus Base Watch into existence. Holding my arm out, the blue and black device materialized over my wrist. It was pretty similar to the sifuri watch I used to own, back when I was part of a taskforce created to hunt down a weapon capable of stopping Omega, a mad god who had tried to destroy the whole multiverse. We had stopped him, naturally, otherwise none of us would be here. It was harrowing though, some of us didn't make it out. Some very good friends of mine. Ah, memories...
At any rate, everyone who had been involved till the end had gained access to Omega's nexus, and the ability to access the rest of the multiverse through it. I could normally use the watch to communicate back to the nexus base and pop open portals, on top of a load of other useful functions.
Currently however, the information displayed on the holograms I pulled up in front of me was rather less than useful. Not only was I WAY off course — approximately ten million universes away from where I was supposed to be — but, on top of that, well.
—Who in the not-so-great-god's friggin lackadaisical names decided to QUARTER my powers down to size?— I just barely kept myself from yelping out loud, feeling more than a little outraged. According to this thing, I wasn't even a fourth as powerful as I had been before stepping into here! What, did the van walls eat my aura to charge its batteries or something?!
...mysterious downgrade in power, portals yanking me to new and unknown locations...my right eye started to twitch. I slapped the display closed. VERY similar to another INFURIATING situation I had once been in.
"But my, you smell of godhood! Say, are you able to hear Our words, by chance?"
"Huh? Sorry, I was just checking some...stuff." I shook my head and returned my attentions to Amaterasu (and yes it was totally Amaterasu, she was a humanoid Japanese sun goddess. If I was wrong I'd eat my hat. Buy a hat, the most disgusting hat you'd ever see, and eat it). I didn't let my frustration show on my face when I was talking to her; it wouldn't due to be rude to my fellow...whatever we were.
"Yeah I can hear you." Now that I thought about it, her words DID sound weird. Like...it was hard for me to identify the actual source of them, even though she was blatantly right there, reverberating oddly in the air like it came from everywhere and nowhere at once. It was very strange.
Also, apparently I...smelled of godhood. The Hades kind of scent was that? You know, ever since I had absorbed Thor, I had woefully discovered several times over that there really wasn't much in the universe that could make a young man feel more self conscious than the thought of being unhygienic around female company. I know I took a shower before I came here...but I still sniffed my mantel to check. Nope, nothing. Guess it was just her way of perceiving other gods. I tried to ignore how relieved that made me feel, ugh.
Godhood huh...there's a word I really didn't want to be used to refer to me. "I'm not a god, really. I just um, absorbed one once, the norse god Thor. It's a long story, but I'm probably still mortal. Sort of." I cocked my head. "Partially? Hopefully? Ahem. Just, call me Armani."
I smiled, bowing slightly. "And I'm going to guess by your wear and aura, that you are Amaterasu-ōmikami" — thank the gods that Thor at least had known how to pronounce that properly — "The great august Kami, ruler of heaven and the sun, and mother to japan? ...Gotta say, the ears and tail are a surprise."
If she was anything like the greek gods, starting off with the proper titles would go a long way towards getting her to play nice in return.
edited 31st Jan '18 1:50:52 AM by tvtropesnoob
"Your Sig is now charmingly out of date" — Vox, 7/6/2016
Did you know this section has a character limit?
Tucker - Man, Fuck Astolfo; Poogienapping Caverns
Tucker watched as the scythed claws unfolded, and quickly took action. He dropped his sword into his left hand and raised his right forearm, activating his Hardlight Shield.
The multiple impacts sent Tucker to his knees, but the shield held. He continued to stab at the Asshole Crab's belly, hoping to kill it before it figured out how to stab it's legs past the shield.
"Get back here you assholes!" Tucker shouted after Astolfo and the gang members. "Someone cut off it's legs before it kills me!"
Anti-Gnosis Weapon
The Van, Living Room
The sun goddess was on her feet the very moment the hunter said that he could hear her. Her black-tipped tail wagged furiously as he continued and confirmed his part-god status, and with all the more intensity when he revealed that he recognized the deity for who and what she was.
"That's right~! We are Amaterasu, We are indeed! Well met, Armani!"
Moving her hands to her hips, she bobbed down to provide the godling with an informal but still respectful and traditional quarter bow. For other, more prideful gods, this might have been a demonstration of humility bordering on the absurd, but for Amaterasu, it was just a matter of course. She wasn't exactly one for overly burdensome scruples in introductions even when they were expected, so it was somewhat flattering to have the newcomer refer to her by her full title, even if such a thing would have been normal for her usual mortal supplicants. It was rather unusual for a foreigner such as himself to even know of her or her proper epithets, given that the faith celebrating her and the other Celestials was confined more or less exclusively to a single, geographically isolated archipelago. Still, there was a correction she knew she would need to make sooner rather than later.
"You may also refer to Ourself as 'Ammy', or some other name if it pleases you."
Basic introductions complete — though at least half of them had been done for her — the wolf-eared goddess moved on to another question that had sprung up in her mind while he had been talking. She glanced down at the watch upon his arm, eyeing it with open curiosity. The holographic display and portable nature spoke of technological prowess of a league far beyond the partly television screen seen so far. Coupled with the fact that he had teleported in, and had intended to teleport in the first place, perhaps he was from some time period located in Earth's far future, when they had mastered such feats.
"That timepiece you wear is of a rather advanced make, considering what surrounds us."
In that case, it was possible that both she and he and the girl on the floor had all been pulled in by some manner of space-time anomaly. Being rather familiar with the experience of time-travel herself for various reasons, the radiant goddess felt that she would be able to rest a little easier if that was indeed the case. After all, if it truly was such an incident, then it would be a relatively simple thing to afterward return to immediately after the point in time she had left! Still, the question remained to be asked in a direct way.
"Pray tell, what manner of stuff were you checking on that device?"
For emphasis, Amaterasu took the extra step of actually pointing to his wrist and bestowing upon him an intrigued smile.
edited 31st Jan '18 12:04:35 PM by darksidevoid
GM of AGOG S4: Frontiers RP; Sub-GM of TABA, SOTR, & UUA RPs
Magilou- Poogie Cavern
Having successfully dodged the puff of light, she looked back at the crab only to see... well, rather not see Rider nor Poogie Nappers.
"Well, now I just feel crabby." Magliou stated
Though, if everyone has left, the reward was probably not worth it, she probably should do the same. So she started for the entrance, looking at the crab. Tucker can probably deal it.
It eventually registered to her that he may not quite have this as much as she thought. Might be him yelling and the claws being twice as long as before that tipped her off.
... Well, she wasn't going to lose a chance to one up people. Especially if she can get quite a bit of material out of it.
Only problem was that she always had Mikelo, Rose, and Sorey for cutting duty, and her Guardian was mostly for smacking. So she had to improvise and hope things worked out. Which, to be fair, was what the group usually had to do anyway.
"Hey, Decrepit Decapod! Yoo hoo!" Magilou waved to the Crab once again, and started casting a spell yet again, though one with lower charge this time.
It's not ice, but it should work.
Noire- Gathering Hall
"I-It's fine, don't worry about it...Thank you." Noire said, muffled.
At this point, she had buried her face into her arms in the table, still blushing wildly. At least they were in the clear, and that's the worst Noire had to deal with during her investigation. At least, she really hoped so.
A dogged fellow, aren't we?
Lucina - Gathering Hall
Lucina gave the serving girl a bright, sincere smile, her ears twitching as she caught that soft muttered addition.
"You are most kind - ah, and rest assured that we do not hold your establishment responsible for an errant patron."
Once the woman in red had moved on, Lucina turned to look at her two blushing companions and coughed a little awkwardly. "That was quick thinking, Noire. Well done." She smiled, lifting her glass to her lips to take a sip - before widening her eyes in surprise and quickly putting it down again. Oh, no, certainly not, she was on a mission.
"Ahem - so, we've already managed to uncover some information." She quickly moved on, leaning forward to lower her voice slightly. "Bullfango Bill is dangerous enough that the local warriors are afraid to confront him. We also know some of the types of monsters he targets. I propose we regroup with some of our comrades and seek out some of these monsters - Ser Aryl did say, after all, that they are on good terms with humanity, and I'm sure they would want to see this killer's end just as much as we. Perhaps they can help."
Annoyed Mode: ON
"Sorry to disappoint you," Elesis replied with a shrug. "All I have is a younger brother, and he's not around. I do hang out with some nice ladies, though. Maybe I'll help you two talk to some of them once we're done."
For a ship that traversed through sand, she had to admit that it was quite fast. It was also rather steady, which was a neat plus. Eventually, they managed to get close to a... enormous beast, somewhat similar to a far downscaled version of Behemoth. And trailing closely behind it was a second sandship. The hunters, by any chance? If so, they would have to be smart about their approach, and strike by surprise...
...or they could take advantage of the fact that they'd already scrambled and were focusing on... who even was that up there on that sleigh? Well, what mattered was that the distraction was convenient.
"Okay, people! Time to get serious here!" she called out, turning towards her temporary crewmates. "Red Knight, get us as close as you can! Everyone else, man the weapons!"
She took her own position on the side of the ship, with her sword already drawn and ready in one hand, and an enormous ball of fire on the other. However, if she wanted to actually hit anything with it, she had no other choice but to wait until they got at least a bit closer.
Salute the freedom fairy! ._.7
-Ω- Van
I guessed right. Sorry, hat eating enthusiasts of the world, I'll be indulging your incredibly bizarre tastes another day.
She wagged her tail (that was going to take some getting used to. I couldn't help but wonder if my affinity for animals was part of why she seemed so pleased. I'd have to experiment with scratching her ears later and find out...) and gave me an informal bow back, which was just fine with me. I don't think I could have dealt with a formal goddess for long; they tend to get really melodramatic quickly.
"You may also refer to Ourself as 'Ammy', or some other name if it pleases you."
...something EVIL went down the back of my spine at the open invitation to make up my own nickname. Resisting the urge to break out into a cackle, I shoved the wave of mischief aside and simply nodded back. Amaterasu-kami was one of those names that was so long that it would probably get me killed just trying to slow down and say it in an emergency situation, so I'd be more than happy to use the shorter version.
Pleasantries complete, she went back to what she had probably really been interested in this whole time; openly eyeing my Nexus Watch.
"That timepiece you wear is of a rather advanced make, considering what surrounds us. Pray tell, what manner of stuff were you checking on that device?"
"Oh yes, this thing. It's ah..." I held it up and paused. "Er..." Where do I even start explaining this one? "Well it's not technically mine. It and the technology it's based off of once belonged to an omnicidal space-borne God — with a capital G — up until a few years ago." I flicked it and its display flickered to life again. "...Let's just say he doesn't really need it anymore." I let myself feel and look smug for a second before continuing. "Normally, it can do just about everything a good multiverse wanderer could want. Cross-universal communication, warp hole control, telling me where I am in the multiverse, maps, various readouts...Honestly, I still don't really know half of what this stuff can do. Or even likelier, not even a quarter. It's certainly way older and more advanced than any of us are."
I tapped a part of the hologram, and pulled up a localized map of our multiverse cluster. "This is a display of our local section of the omniverse...I think." It was a bit hard to tell, honestly. The hologram morphed into something you could possibly refer to as a map or a diagram if you squinted, but it was obviously not really made with human eyes in mind. The multiverse wasn't just something you could throw up on a grid and make sense of; it shifted almost nauseatingly before your eyes, forming and dispersing in weird nonsensical patterns, coalescing into geometry that had hurt my head even to try and look at when I had first booted it up.
I had wanted to name it something like Lovecraft's Funhouse, or the Cosmic Kaleidoscope. Just about everyone else had shot both down. I swear.
"Sorry it's not exactly the most intuitive or brain-functioning-friendly display, but after you study it for a while you can start to tell what it's trying to communicate." I pulled at a part of the glowing tesseract and it shifted to show two glowing dots across its ropy mass. "This one over here was the universe that I was SUPPOSED to warp into. This blue one? That's us right now. And this", I pulled on it again and the scenery practically shot off until it zoomed in on another area, "Is the universe where my Earth is, and probably yours too. We're really, really far away. And I mean that on the scale of the omniverse, which is...um, really, realy friggin big. It took no small amount of effort to get you here. As far as I can tell, normal wormholes don't just open up to this distance. This was almost certainly deliberate on SOMEONE's part."
I shot a random look to the side, halfway expecting someone to step out of a corner at that invitation. When no one did, I sighed and our prisoner's lack of appreciation for dramatic timing. "And I can't open any rifts myself here, either, like it's being jammed. Either that, or I just made the stupid thing mad somehow. Either way, odds are we've been taken."
Right, things weren't good. The goddess and her lovely Kimono — I mean her sunny disposition had gotten me distracted from the situation at hand. Back to business, we weren't exactly lounging on a beach here.
I slapped the display closed and folded my arms, looking around again. "I can smell...maybe a couple dozen unique scents in this room alone, pretty recent too. We might be the late comers to the party. Am I the only other person you've seen or heard from this whole time? Have you explored this place any?"
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"Your Sig is now charmingly out of date" — Vox, 7/6/2016
Sand Ship
"Of course it is!" the Red Knight said excitedly to Griffith, steering his ship towards the approaching enemy ship."This has got to be Bill, we can bring him in right now! Hell yeah!" the Black Knight added.
"HELL YEAH!" the Red Knight echoed. "And if you don't have the range, we'll just have to fix that," he said to Elesis. Oh, and 9S who was also there, but for some inexplicable reason was drawing less attention from the brothers.
He started to bring the sandship closer to the hostile sandship, to the point where the two were parallel and close enough to board.
The side of the sandship suddenly rattled, as it took a hit from a large speargun that the enemy ship fired. Thankfully, it seemed to be slow-firing, as the person operating it was busy loading up another round.
"That armor won't last forever!" the Black Knight said to the three passengers. "Deal with that!"
Everwood
"Probably, I can't think of who else it could be," the Captain said to Ragna. He dusted himself off and took some shallow breaths as he realized the sort of pickle he was in. "I've never seen a monster like that before," he added, looking off towards the pinned monster.The rest of the crew got up well enough thanks to Doof's help and also nodded in agreement with the captain that they hadn't seen that monster before.
Gathering Hall - Tessa
"Yeah! Quick thinking! Exactly!" Tessa said to Noire, grabbing her drink and trying to sip at it at the rate of a perfectly normal human woman who definitely was calm and collected and perfectly fine at the moment. Absolutely everything was fine... and oops she already drank the whole thing. Oh well!"That's a good idea," Tessa said to Lucina. "I can call whoever's nearby on the phone. Or if I don't have their number, most people around here don't seem to have any technology more advanced than the middle ages, with a splash of some firearms and so I should be able to just find any source of electromagnetic radiation and find one of us."
She blinked. That's right, Lucina was from... oh no. It was the arena all over again!
"N-n-not that there's anything wrong with being from the middle ages. I just mean we're the only ones broadcasting stuff ehehehe."
Anti-Gnosis Weapon
The Van, Living Room
Once again, Amaterasu's answer to her new friend's query was a luckless shrug. She deliberately sniffed the air and gave another little shake of her head, although she wore a pleased smile at his willingness to explain so much about himself. He was so well-traveled for one who seemed so young!
"It has not been long since We arrived, and We haven't moved from here."
As he said, there were close to a dozen unidentified scents nearby — more, actually — but none of them were particularly familiar. One did provide the sense of a rabbit, though. She wondered if it belonged to an actual rabbit or just a rabbit-like individual. They were cute things, rabbits. So fluffy and soft and cuddly and warm. She could just eat them up! Not literally, though; as a very particular vegetarian, she only ate plants and fish.
"We caught the smells you speak of, yet We also do not scent their sources nearby."
Speaking of no meat, there was another meat-like scent there that was both familiar and unwelcome, like a sickly wrongness. The solar personification couldn't quite place what it was, though she was absolutely sure she had smelled it before, and in a context that placed it very high on her list of threats to be alert for. Strange that she couldn't recall what it was, however. Well anyway, it wasn't like whatever was generating the stomach-turning stench was anywhere nearby, right?
"They have long since departed. We will ask this one about them when she awakes."
The goddess' gaze turned again to the girl on the floor. Not for the first time in the past minutes, she wondered about the young woman in the chef hat. Who was she? Where was she from? What fantastic culinary secrets did she hold, to have that delectable pastry scent so essential to her being???
"Would you deign to explore the premises with Us and tell Us a little more about yourself?"
The deity dabbed delicately with a sleeve at the line of drool forming at the side of her mouth, then straightened slightly and regarded Armani again. The redhead's story was interesting, to say the least. Amaterasu hadn't herself ever had to deal in multiversal crises or movement, but she was naturally aware of her own people's theories on the subject. It kind of came part and parcel with having a secret gate through time and plotting for a century to overthrow your greatest foes by deliberately invoking a meandering but closed loop in space-time.
edited 1st Feb '18 3:33:08 PM by darksidevoid
GM of AGOG S4: Frontiers RP; Sub-GM of TABA, SOTR, & UUA RPs
The arrow let loose by the no-doubt nefarious monster hunter managed to not only strike the sleigh, it hit it right in the corner with enough force to send the entire craft into an involuntary barrel roll! Santa tried to vainly struggle with the reins as a loud warning siren blared from somewhere, but for as much as her superhuman body pulled hard on her primitive controls, this bird was going to land.
"DAMN IT! NOT AGAIN!" Santa turned over with a look of wild fury in her eyes, as she watched the world spin behind the rest of the sleigh's passengers. "EVERYONE, PREPARE TO BOARD! WE'RE GOING TO TAKE THESE BASTARDS DOWN ONE WAY OR ANOTHER!" She yanked hard again on the sleigh, and tried her best to aim it right at the sandship. Death before dishonor! It looks like today will be Santa's last ride!
The Fox made her way as deftly as she could, her spurs jingling and jangling as she stepped around pie after pie, vainly trying to shift the woman on her back away from embracing her tenderly, but what could she do? She was just one thousand-year-old fox, after all.
The break in the case came in the form of what must be one of the many Town Drunks 'round these here parts. The Fox shifted herself so that "Jessie's" face was better in his view, and she asked "Y'all seen this woman around before?"
The God-turned-Gladiator landed on her feet after that slick spin, and was readying herself to get ready for another blow, when suddenly Rangerous' axe seemed to land true! Truthfully, Susan had simply made herself intangible, but what was very tangible was the end result. Where his axe should've hit, across the top of her arm, a violent gushing of nothing but blood poured out like a macabre fire hydrant had just been knocked over!
Susan screamed a very theatrical scream as she tried vainly to cover up the totally-real injury (like trying to plug up a dam with your finger), but more importantly: she was standing still, and distracted! This is your chance, Rangerous!
The Mighty Pen
Tali'Zorah - Inevitable Chasm - The Only Way To Go Is Up
When the ship's bow suddenly hit open air, Tali had been sitting near the railing by the ship's weaponry, running some cost-benefit analyses to see if anything she could fabricate might improve its effectiveness without costing too much omnigel. The stuff did take time to make and although she had plenty now, that could always change. When the deck began tilting forward under her, she scrabbled at the wood for a second or two before catching hold of the railing. Why couldn't this deck be metal?! Holding on, quite literally, for dear life, she was jarred loose as the ship came to a scraping, groaning halt and went tumbling painfully across the deck for a short ways, fetching up in an untidy heap somewhere near the prow.
Getting unsteadily to her feet, she glanced around, looking for threats. What she saw was something approaching the size of a thresher maw and about as friendly looking. If this is a poacher's trap...where's the poacher? And how on earth did they build it? The logistics alone are staggering. She shook her head slightly. Let's just get out of here, then we can think about that. They seemed quite firmly wedged into place. Now that there weren't a lot of ways they could haul the ship up, but all of them would take time and probably fabrication. And the obvious way was sitting right in front of them. Hadn't she heard that they used giant animals for all sorts of things here?
"Do you think we could...tame it, or whatever someone does to command animals around here?" she asked the captain. "If we freed it, it could lift us out."
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent upon arriving. -Lao Tzu
"Don't worry, I'm just making a deposit!" Chirping as he ran back in sans Poogies that were now nestled under the forelimbs of one very bemused hippogriff near the entrance of the caverns, Astolfo ran back into the fray in order to help out the man that he had briefly abandoned. Picking up a goodly sized rock, the youth then threw it with ill intent at the downed crab's exposed eyestalk...
And then promptly blew up one of said vision giving organ to bits. That made the crab creatures twitch and screeched in a very pissed off manner, digging its claws into the walls and slicing through several feet of rock like butter even as it thrashed about wildly. This meant that Tucker was sent flying off from the mass buckling like it did, but at the very least he was now out of range from the thing's ridiculously sharp claws.
"Try to take out the other eyestalk before it works through its rage enough to come after us." Ever the dirty fighter, Astolfo gave the spell chanting Magilou a helpful suggestion even as held his shield up and slowly backed away from the thing. "Not being able to see us should help out a lot with making it more manageable since unlike most animals their sense of smell and hearing is pretty bad."
A beat before more reasons came out of his mouth. "I've seen cornered animals before and one this big is no joke, especially when it's a giant crab. Best to make a tactical withdrawal posthaste before we go up against something that has nothing to lose. Also before those Poogienappers escape too far and we lose our source of info." Said almost as an afterthought, the 12th paladin grinned helplessly as he finally remembered about them.
"...This is the biggest punji pit I've ever seen." Face uncharacteristically serious as she looked over the railing at all the sharpened woods and boulders strewn around that had boxed in the poor creature, the martial artist frowned mightily as she scanned the horizon with her senses to see if there were any sort of overt malignancy to be felt from any specific direction.
"You guys are all lovey dovey with the monsters and all but... well, if we remove the stuff sticking into it, will it go wild and attack us?" Asking a rather reasonable question even as she began performing a series of stretches on the ship's deck, the pigtailed martial artist relaxedly loosened up. "Cause I can start pulling the things out of it right now if you want me to. Just gotta figure out if it's a good idea and all."
Salute the freedom fairy! ._.7
-Ω- Van, To ammy and the fuck
"Our hosts don't seem particularly eager to come and greet us", I smiled back and nodded, "So it only makes sense."
In the back of my mind, it occurred to me that she was a tiny bit suspicious, all things considered. She was awfully relaxed at the whole 'I've been abducted' thing, and I HADN'T seen her portal in since I had arrived later. For all I knew, she was actually working with the hosts and was trying to find out more about me for their purposes.
But on the other hand, she could just be that laid back. No need to worry about the cockatrice to the point where I accidentally fry an innocent hen. And I didn't have much to lose.
That set, I glanced over at the fallen chef next to her. "Though first, honestly I think we should wake her up. Who knows how much time we could save ourselves with a little more information."
I walked over and crouched over her, cocking my head inquisitively. Her heart beat was normal, her skin and breathing looked and sounded fine...as far as I could tell, she was really just napping. She looked about how I had already found, and she smelt like a bakery. Good thing I had already eaten.
There was also something familiar hidden in her scent, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what.
I felt a pang of guilt shoot through my stomach at the thought of interrupting; gods know I HATED being woken up from a cat nap myself. But this was a pretty dire situation, hopefully she'd understand.
Assuming Ammy didn't stop me, I put my hands on her back and began to gently shake. "Wakey wakey, buddy. No reason to sleep on the floor when you've got a perfectly good couch nearby, anyway..."
edited 2nd Feb '18 7:10:41 AM by tvtropesnoob
"Your Sig is now charmingly out of date" — Vox, 7/6/2016
Noire- Gathering Hall
Having been praised for that bout of thinking... somehow, Noire returned to a more normal sitting position.
"Oh... uh... Thanks..." Noire said, the red of her face fading.
Listening to Lucina's plan, Noire admitted it probably was a good one. They're still not exactly in pursuit of Bill yet, so they have some time to muster people up. Though she did have one question for her.
"You say that the monster population is friendly, which is probably true. Can they communicate as a human can though?"
There was a beat before Noire realized what she just said.
"Well, I mean, human, and, uh... um...w-what I'm trying to say is...ummmmm..."
Noire kinda let the noise trail while she climbed out of that hole she dug.
",,,Are the monsters here sentient enough to understand communication?"
Hoping she did not offend any of her fellow teammates, she listened to Tessa proposed checking electromagnetic radiation to find a member.
"You can do that?"
She looked to her drink, and was about to take a sip, being none the wiser.
Magilou- Poogie Cavern (Now with less Poogies)
"... Interesting company the Lord of Calamity keeps around."
Still, hard to follow or not, Rider did give a useful piece of advice to get past this quickly. It also made her spell much easier to land, so that's always appreciated.
Plus, she'll never admit this, but she never thought of using the Poogienappers as an information source. They seemed too... dumb, to be frank. But the idea was delightfully devilish.
But, the charge, for once, completed, so it's time for her to do a thing.
"Hey, better watch your step! Flood Wall!"
She flicked her hand up in the air, as so, creating a wall of water from under the Crustacean's other eyestalk, in an attempt to cut it straight off the beast.
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Salute the freedom fairy! ._.7
9S, brotherhood ship
"Er, man the weapons?" The poor android looked cluelessly at the onboard cannons before shrugging. Not like they had long before they were in range anyway.
When they finally got in range, the android rolled his shoulders and got in stance. "The gunner's too far up for me to just jump to. Hope one of you two have something with more range handy." He took off running, and with a casual leap easily cleared the distance between the two ships.
He rolled as he hit, springing up fairly close to one of the three on the ship deck. "Hi there", he said cheerfully, "Don't suppose you'll stop shooting at us if I ask nicely?" Never hurt to try!
edited 2nd Feb '18 9:20:13 PM by tvtropesnoob
"Your Sig is now charmingly out of date" — Vox, 7/6/2016
A dogged fellow, aren't we?
Lucina - Gathering Hall
Lucina bit her lip lightly as she watched Tessa down her drink in one breath. Maybe the ruse had been a little rough on its participants after all... She cocked her head and listened attentively as the other girl outlined her plans, nodding in understanding. As Tessa started to panic at her self-perceived faux pas (again), Lucina simply smiled reassuringly and patted her on the arm.
"Ahah, I would not have thought of that! We should take any opportunity to leverage our otherworldly origin in our favour - it may give us an edge against Bill."
She turned to look over at Noire in turn, giving her the same reassuring, slightly sheepish smile. Ah, how it was too easy sometimes, to forget that her new companions weren't as inured to her appearance as her friends at home.
"Taguel." She finished Noire's unspoken question, with a light pat to her own chest and a casual nod and smile. "And that is another good point. I had assumed that, if the humans and monsters were able to reach some accord, there would have to be able to communicate. We shouldn't take that for granted, however. Perhaps we should ask the locals, or contact Ser Aryl on Tessa's communication device?"
Delicious in the Moomin Valley
Max
"...well that looks like it went well." Max grumbled as he watched Santa's sleigh get hit and then barrel down at the monster hunters' sandship. "They should be fine, at least."
Maria and Griffith
So much for that working out. Their unusual craft took a hit and was on a crash course with the bandits' sandship. "Ha! Again, you say?" And yet, Maria couldn't help but say she was enjoying herself, finally able to taste the action in such concentrated, high-octane quality.
Still, best to apply countermeasures before they all splattered over the sandship's deck. The old crone leaped off the damaged sleigh and for a moment it seemed like the plan had not much better in it, but then her body broke into a cloud of mist, traveling down onto the enemy ship, reappearing in her physical form just in time to land on one knee on the board. The enemy boarding party included a newcomer - a boy advocating for pacifism. Cute, but that kind of naivety gets you killed. The prettyboy Griffith was already there in that stupid floral shirt of his, sabre flicking at the man behind the harpoon; a precise hit at the thorat aimed to neatly end a life in one simple hit.
"Hello there, young man." Maria greeted him with a cheerful wave. "Just got here, I take?"
Big Grah
Did you know this section has a character limit?
Tucker - Retreat, Retreat!; Poogienapping Caves
Tucker flew across the cave and smacked into the wall, before hitting the ground face first. He didn't bother to move for a few seconds, which might worry his compatriots, but finally words came from the prostrate soldier.
"I agree with the 'running away' idea."
He pushed himself to his knees, before getting up on shaky, wobbly legs.
"As much as I wanna kill that thing, we haven't got the people to do it with." He glanced around the room for any sign of Avenger, sure she hadn't retreated already, and sighed. "Especially since one of us got snapbacked."
Seeing Magilou target the remaining eye, Tucker got an idea. Now that the creature was down to it's sense of hearing, and a poor sense of hearing at that, Tucker took his last grenade off his hip and kept it in hand. He jogged up to Magilou and lightly put a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm gonna distract it. You good to get out yourself, or do you need a lift?"
Desert Murderfest
The hunter manning the harpoon was knocked back by Griffith stabbing him in the throat, the harpoon he had been trying to load was instead lost to the desert sands as it uselessly tumbled away from the weapon. Miraculously, though, he was still alive, looking rather winded. It seemed these people knew how to take a hit.Whatever the other hunter was going to reply to 9S, he instead elected to adopt a wide-eyed look, shouted a string of profanities, and then jumped over the railing into the treacherous desert sands below. What, exactly, had caused him to ignore the android was only a mystery for a split second.
"SHIT!" the archer shouted as he jumped out of the crow's nest, throwing himself at the Hell Brother's sand ship.
The deck on the rear half of the ship erupted into massive shower of splinters and shrapnel, the wood and metal shards going every which way once Santa's sleigh hit it with a Kringle Kamikaze special. The mast collapsed, toppling down over the side towards the other sandship. A big metal gong that had been located in the rear started to topple forward, ripping apart some of the belowdecks as it crashed. With half of its ties no longer, well, tied, the sail yanked on the wood with enough force to sever itself, the large cloth flying off and away, but not without smashing into most of the deck in the middle and front of the ship. One of the Monster Hunters, the one Griffith had dealt with, was unfortunate enough to get caught up in the sail, being dragged away in the wind.
With the sail now gone, the hostile ship slowly lost speed and came to a stop, a sitting duck in the desert. The Hell Knights slowed their ship down to match so that the Alternates could easily go between them. The large monster that it had been pursuing likewise slowed down, and slowly started to approach the ships. It was still under the sand, appearing like a moving dune.
The fourth Monster Hunter looked frozen in place as everything went to hell. When he remembered that he was still alive after that crazy flying... sleigh?... hit his ship, he simply roared in anger and charged at Maria, swinging a giant ten-foot-tall axe at her in an overhead attack.
Everwood Trap
"Most monsters want to be free, so I don't know about taming," the captain said to Tali. "And if it's stuck in a trap... it's bound to be one ornery bastard. But if you can pull it off, that'll really help us out. If not we're going to be stuck using the ropes to pull the ship out ourselves."Ranma's magical senses could tell that the monster really fucking hated trees right now.
From up above a loud rumbling began to approach. A continuous, droning roar of something crashing through the forest. It was something big. Something mechanical.
The Arena
"Ooooooooh," the crowd cheered and cringed and shouted at the spectacle."HAHAHA RANGEROUS STRIKES TRUE TIME TO GIVE HER THE FINISHING BLOW!" Rangerous shouted extremely quickly, running over towards Susan.
"Holy Hornetaur! Are you okay lady?" Rangerous asked her in a hushed tone when he got close. While also trying to make it look like he was going to try and pick her up for a fallaway moonsault slam.
One still had to keep up appearances, after all.
Val Habar Shithole
"H-h-hey! They killed the boss!" the drunk man shouted suddenly, pointing at Fox and the woman she was carrying. "G-get them! Oh-oh no!" he turned and ran himself into the doorframe, trying to go into the building.Several of the cats started to rouse themselves from their stupors, getting up. Four of them were unarmed, and a couple of them brandished little tiny weapons in their cute little paws, and then started to charge towards Fox to try and kill her horrifically.
Gathering Hall - Tessa
"Yeah!" Tessa said to Noire. "My ECCS is meant to find cloaked units by detecting any possible signals they could emit. Any modern technology in a place like this should be easy to spot because the EM will be the only source for miles.""I can call Will if you need to talk to him," Tessa added. Then her eyes widened slightly. "Oh except... I don't have a communication device or anything you can use...." she said nervously. "I am the device. Um... oh, but you guys can just talk into my ear, and then I can make my voicebox output what he says?"
She leaned on the table, pressing her face against it while dialing Will. "I guess just... lean in close."
The Last Slaying of Yamata no Orochi
In the cavernous darkness of the Ark of Yamato's inner chamber, the dread monster lay dead at her feet for the fourth time in one hundred years, the eight scaly heads and their gold-oozing, spike-laden stumps evaporating into quickly vanishing black and red mist as the terrible evil and malice inherent even in its corpse was exorcised through the pure virtue of her holy power.
"Great job, furball! We sure showed that ugly son of a snake!"
"Aa... Aaaa..."
The final defeat of the instrument of darkness that had been used to burn and tear apart her people's home on the Celestial Plain was indeed an occasion to be joyous, and indeed, the wolf-eared and tailed woman could feel it coming on, even now. Submitting to the irresistible urge, she bunched her fists up, squeezed her eyes shut, threw her head to the sky, and let it out.
"AWOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!"
And yet, the echoing of her celebratory victory howl faded into a confused huff, and then a sad whimper as she realized what was missing. The familiar weight of her little bouncing friend was not there to jump ecstatically upon her nose, his congratulations imagined, and his warm presence unfelt.
It was cold, and white-and-red clad deity shivered in the dim, desolate emptiness of the vast, round arena as she slowly trod alone into the circular pool of light in the room's center that would take her back to the gigantic floating Ark's even more massive main chamber.
The world dissolved into white...
The Van, Living Room
Amaterasu-no-Ookami first blinked in surprise when the world which swam back into view proved to be unexpectedly bright, not to mention wholly unfamiliar. The wayward Sun Goddess let out a short yelp and whirled around in shocked confusion, taking in the sight of what was probably the making of a civilization considerably more advanced than the Nippon she had just left, yet by all appearances nowhere near the heights of magic and technology that she and her compatriots on the Celestial Plain had once achieved.
There was a comfortable looking seat on one side of the room, probably designed for more than one unless it was meant to be a throne, and on the opposite was a relatively less advanced viewing screen. Far be it for her to call anything primitive, but it wasn't even holographic! She knew full well how much easier the lives of whomever this space belonged to would be once they were freed from the burden of using that space to store a cumbersome physical display. She wondered whether they had developed the capacity to view such displays in color yet...
Wait, no, this was no time to be thinking through questions surrounding foreign technologies of reasonably modern complexity! Amaterasu had a world to save! Shaking herself out of her daze, the white-haired deity turned away from the sight of the blank television screen to peer out the window, down the hall, and then finally at her feet — at long last noticing that the space right next to her was occupied by a small raven-haired girl, curled up and sound asleep.
Making a quiet noise of consideration, the goddess tried to decide whether to go with her usual method and give the young woman a sharp kick to wake her up. On one had, the situation was both strange and dire and she had both an island country and effectively an entire planet to protect from the merciless Army of Darkness. But on the other hand, there seemed to be no immediate threat nearby, and the child was sleeping so very peacefully...
The personified solar deity stared down at the fragile-looking human with a small, silent smile as she finished contemplating and decided to simply sit herself in center of the large couch against the wall, and contented to continue to watch the little one until she was done dozing.
edited 30th Jan '18 3:32:24 PM by darksidevoid
GM of AGOG S4: Frontiers RP; Sub-GM of TABA, SOTR, & UUA RPs