Character Island

Despite deing utterly confused about what's going on his writer too, Prisha grabbed the lady's wrist and used his ice powers to make her loosen her grip. Then shoved her off glaring, "Who are you and why do you go around assaulting random people and pinning them to the ground?"

Grimm’s gun arm snapped up, pressing the K11’s stock to his shoulder. “Hey you!-” Bounding over the crash site in pursuit of the woman in… wait, was that a straitjacket!? He approached the pair of them, the girl pinning what looked to be a younger boy to the ground. He had purple hair. Grimm paused for a moment, his finger still resolutely hovering over the trigger guard of his weapon, thinking. It- it was strange. This seemed almost familiar. But, how could it?

Shaking his head, Grimm muttered, “Aw Christ, this is like a bad dream…”

The boy threw the straitjacket girl off her, and Grimm leveled his weapon at him. "Hey! Don't either of you move!"

The new one was armed. She kicked the purple one in the groin, shoving him on his back. Acting quickly, she unsheathed an obscenely long bowie knife and jammed the curve of the blade in between the masked man's flapping gums. Her red eyes fixed on his, she spoke slowly, and calmly.

"Give me your name, rank, employer and city of birth. Depending on your answer, I may have to kill you." She flashed a dissonantly serene smile, and gently prodded the man's mouth with the tip of the blade. "Depending on your answer. That goes for you too, kid."

edited 25th Sep '11 12:04:12 PM by KSPAM

After managing to fend off the albino lady's attack with his knee, Prisha noticed a strangely familiar man approaching him. He was reminded of the Cantina dream he had a while ago that he could hardly remember anymore. In any case, Prisha has a bad feeling about this guy. But who doesn't he have a bad feeling about. Of course he now felt worse about the albino lady. But in that case it's justified.

"Is there any reason we can't just mind our own businesses?" Prisha sighed and frowned at the albino lady.

edited 25th Sep '11 12:10:24 PM by PsychoFreaX

"...nngh. Ow." The black man sat up, rubbing his head. "Ugh. Ow ow ow. What happened?"

Adam Hudson glanced around himself. He was on a shoreline, with pine trees several yards. His clothes were damp, but not soaking, and his possessions lay scattered around him.

Adam pushed himself to his feet, muttering to himself as he began gathering his things. "Okay. Get a grip, Adam. You can find out what's going on here." He pulled his flashlight from the sand, and made sure it still worked. It did. "I don't know how the hell I got here, though." Swiss Army knife. "Think, think, think. Where were you before this?" Hunting knife. "I was on a boat. Alone. I was going out for a sail..." Ruger M77 Hawkeye hunting rifle, with the handle for the bolt on the left side instead of the right. It had no magazine. "There was... something. A storm, maybe? I don't remember." Five magazines for the rifle, five rounds each. "Maybe it was a storm. Destroyed my boat, dropped me here. Yeah, that's it." A Bic cigarette lighter was the last thing in the sand.

He straightened up. He wore pants with lots of pockets, a khaki shirt, and hiking boots. He gazed at the forest for a few moments before glancing down the coast. "Better find water." He set off down the shore, hoping to eventually find someone else.

edited 25th Sep '11 2:14:47 PM by TeraChimera

Given the circumstances, at that very moment, Grimm could only think that the girl had really made a big mistake. He knew from experience that the last thing you wanted to do was enter close combat with a soldier trained in CQC. He knew a dozen ways to disarm her or manipulate her arm so as to be anatomically impossible to use the knife from this position. And that was ignoring the fact that she clearly didn’t know how to use it. The way it was pressed against his mouth now, he could easily grab or evade it. Slide it to either side of the face, pull his head away, duck his head under while supporting her knife hand with his so she couldn’t slash him- it was clear she wasn’t a knife fighter.

But, though he could have disarmed her, he didn’t. Instead, he stood his ground. Eyes narrowed, voice even, Grimm held his aim and gave his answer. “Ira S. Novak. Private First Class, United Nations Armed Forces, 5th Infantry Battalion, 2nd Company, 5th Platoon. Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina, ty jebem materei.” He spoke with no accent, an edge of menace in his voice. “Your turn.”

edited 25th Sep '11 12:17:37 PM by Gault

Bryan looked in the direction of the pod, where he sensed struggling. He shook his head. Inevitable. Some people lacked the rationality to talk first, shoot later, especially if they make the first attack, because if they know anything from stories, is that your target may be a deity or any bigger fish that wouldn't hesistate to squash them.

He turned to the growing group by the rock formation. Steam rose from the lake, making him a little more sweaty. Beads of water formed in his hair. "Okay, if no one has any idea what's happening here, we need to stay together. Let's explore the surrounding area for any...anomalies"

edited 25th Sep '11 12:18:12 PM by chihuahua0

Scarlett looked at him dumbfounded for a second, then laughed. She liked this man. Withdrawing the blade, she tucked it between some of the looped belts on her straightjacket.

"Scarlett, revolutionary and wanted terrorist. It's nice to meet you."

She turned to the purple one. "And you?"

edited 25th Sep '11 12:19:04 PM by KSPAM

"You answer my question first," Prisha responded bitterly. Seems like he landed on a battlefield of some sort. Yeah, that makes sense. Prisha increased his level of PSI as far as it can go with the training ring to be ready to defend himself.

edited 25th Sep '11 12:25:14 PM by PsychoFreaX

"A good number, first and foremost being I still don't know why my plane went down. You wouldn't happen to have anything to do with that, would you space man?"

She gripped the knife handle, pulling it out an itch or two as a not so subtle reminder.

Explore. "Well, if you're leaving, let's make this hot spring the rendezvous point for the sake of convenience. I will stay here for now."

Bianca's eyes never leave Elijah's drawing.

edited 25th Sep '11 12:28:00 PM by snowfoxofdeath

Imey decided not to concern himself with the explosion. No need to investigate. That sort of curiosity got people killed. He returned to his fish, listening for a while, before finally saying, "if we are doing introductions... I am Imey the Fisherman. Or Imey of Yerte, if another Imey with the same job shows up." To Layfayette, he added, "and for the love of..." he doubted he was familiar with any of the spirits here, so he simply dropped the exclamation to say, "...oh, find some clothes. Seriously."

Finally, in response to Bryan, he said, "if you want to investigate, without even setting up somewhere safe from the wild beasts of this land, you are mad." Then, he considered, measuring. Tradition won out, and he added, "but we should stick together. Take a scouting party if you must, but do not wander too far." Grimly, he cautioned, "if this land is anything like my home, I should pray — for all of our sakes — you are back by nightfall."

Adam heard a scuffle of some sort in the woods. After a brief moment's thought, he changed course and ran in. He crested a hill to find an albino woman, a soldier, and a purple-haired kid in some kind of fight. The woman had a knife out, but it looked like she was more threatening with it than attacking. Still, not exactly the best situation to get involved in.

But maybe he could defuse it a little. "Hey!" he yelled out. "Any of you know where we are? My boat got caught in a storm and I washed up on the shore." He made no move to pull his rifle from off of his back.

Grimm looked between the two, having refocused his aim to the child with the purple hair. He spoke out of the side of his mouth, in Scarlett’s direction.

“Given what it is you do, I can’t say the same… Revolutionary and wanted terrorist huh? I also can’t say I’ve ever heard of you, which is odd. That sort of thing would certainly be within the purview of my job.”

Then, speaking to the purple-haired youth across from him, he barked, “Stand down! For fuck’s sake, don’t make us hurt you!”

Grimm heard a yell and looked to his side, seeing an armed black guy standing there. His hands were nowhere near his weapon, so Grimm held his aim on the kid with ice powers. Calling back to him, he said, "Get over here! We can talk later!"

edited 25th Sep '11 12:34:38 PM by Gault

Bianca laughs, covering her mouth with her hand. "Excuse me for being so rude. My name is Bianca Rona." She doubts that these people know her rank or care, so she leaves it at that.

"I am Lafayette," said Lafayette, ignoring the man's question for he had no clothes, and sitting down, taking one of the colorful fish. He could see how the life in it still lingered. These were fresh, they would be good. He tore off the head of the fish's head, and then started peeling it in half to get to the spine with ease.

Gills were nice, he supposed, but opposable thumbs could be nicer. Once he was sure to have gotten out the fish's bones, he started eating it.

"Fine with me, but we should work as a group." He also glanced at the drawing. The hyper guy reminded him slightly of Scout, but times ten, and with possibly a different preference. Hopefully. A male Scout would be stranger, and less tolerable.

"Should we chose someone to lead, Bryan asked. "Or should we just stay here?" The pine trees swayed. "This place resembles my world, but I can't be too sure, because as far as I know," he pointed toward the lake, "there may be water horses ready to pull us down."

"Just one minute," Prisha cut in thoughtfully. "I left my escape pod back almost ten minutes ago and came back to see you approach my pod while no one is inside. However you saw me exit the pod while I was watching you from behind the trees then you chased me down? Is there some strange time, dimension anomaly going on around here?"

Donovan was leaning against a tree with his foot on the trunk, "I'm not exploring anything until I can contact my master, but since I can't do that for now, for some strange reason, I'm gonna stay here."

Adam skidded down the slope. "Adam Hudson," he said, introducing himself. He caught the last few words the kid said, something about a time and space anomaly. Weird.

He glanced around between them. "Something wrong down here, or...?" He let the sentence hang in the air, but put his hand on his hunting knife, just in case.

Great. Just great. I meet some people and they're already trying to kill each other. Why couldn't this have been a normal cruise?

"Your master," said Lafayette, turning his ear to Donovan. "My brother?"

Finished with his speed sketch of his purple fish, Eli turned to the girl who sat next to him, completely ignoring the distant man's cries.

Imey sounded like his artist's signature! He turned to her. He looked exactly like a teenage version of a certain red-eyed, inhuman restaurateur. "Bianca, you have the exact same name as my niece!" He turned back to his drawing, deliberately ignoring the ruckus that was going down nearby.

Eli uncapped a bright red marker with a brush nib and applied the ink in brightly-colored dots where the speckles were placed on its scales, with the skill of a master artisan. Contrasting, carefully blended rings of green, blue-green, and blue are applied, recreating the iridescence that it would've used to dazzle bigger fish and girl fish. Two shades of purple are precisely applied, blended exactly to match the fish's contours. One of them looked exactly like lavender, but they called it BV08. Huh. The fish's eyes sprang to life, looking exactly like how it must've looked when Imey stole it from the sea.

It was pretty! He beamed as though he had just seen a pile of presents under the tree on Christmas morning.

edited 25th Sep '11 12:43:39 PM by CrystalGlacia

Another one. Like this wasn't already complicated enough. For the moment, she turned to Grimm.

"Seeing as we're both stuck here with little in the way of escape, I think our respective occupations are of little importance. For now, all that should matter is that I have no intent to harm you should you promise the same to me. Do we have a deal?"

Again she refocused her attention on the kid with purple hair. "I don't know, I don't care. All I know is that you have confirmed that pod is yours. That makes you an unexplained variable. I'll say it again. What is your name, what is your rank and allegiance, and what are you doing here?"

edited 25th Sep '11 12:41:38 PM by KSPAM

Grimm reluctantly nodded. "Yeah, yeah. We got a deal. Not like the UN has jurisdiction in your universe anyway, as much as it grates on me."

Looking to Adam, Grimm shrugged. “I have no earthly idea what the fuck he’s talking about.” His aim didn’t waiver. “Now would you kindly take up a firing position and help me stop this little bastard from freezing the rest of us?”

edited 25th Sep '11 12:43:16 PM by Gault

Donovan turned to Lafayette, "Nyarlathotep's your brother? Funny, he never mentioned having one, but he did say something about some relatives in other dimensions."

I just realized how funny it is that since Nyarlathotep are both character in Cats and my stories, that the interactions and opinions on Nyarlathotep, might be incredibly odd