An explosion of black smoke and green lightning, and bombastic laughter rang out.
"Muhahahahahahaaaa! Ladies and gentlemen! It is my delight to inform you that this evening's festivities have been postponed on account of... me."
The smoke cleared, revealing a tall man wearing a green labcoat and a long, high-collared black cape.his trim goatee and shaded monocle were complimented by a wide grin... which turned into a frown as he realized that something was amiss.
"This... this is not the Mayor's Charity Ball. Please tell me I am at least in the right building," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose.
edited 2nd Oct '11 10:21:29 AM by Sir_Screwloose
Pretend there's something clever written here.For how long he had been traveling on this road, he didn’t know. Nor was he any more conscious about where he started, or where he was heading at all. He wished he knew why he originally set out at all, but either he had forgotten it, or he might have never exactly had one in the first place. Even his own name had escaped his mind, having been long sapped away on the nameless journey.
Before him lay an endless white blank spreading as far as the eyes could see, heaven and earth separated only by the blurriest of lines vaguely defining the distant horizon. Under his feet was a bland, grey paved road built with the most perfect, yet the blandest of symmetry, protruding straight forward until it merged with the skyline. Five bricks on one row and six on the next with zero variation. The background was unnervingly silent aside from his footsteps. Whatever created this dimension, life and color was not on the top of their mind. It was as though creation itself had splashed an endless bucket of dull white paint everywhere and called it a day.
For all he knew, he might as well have existed only to walk this path for all eternity. Strangely yet fortunately, the natural notion of fatigue, thirst and hunger ingrained into the unconscious mind of a human being had long been forgotten. Whether that was a hidden blessing or a terrible curse, he did not know. Or cared to know at this point, for that matter.
He did, however, know two things. For one thing, he literally could not stop walking for reasons yet obscure to him. It was like a reverse nightmare – instead of having his legs frozen in place in front of an otherworldly abomination, they were moving as though in their own free will across a backdrop of infinite bliss. Throughout his walk he had tried to slow down to a halt hundreds of times out of sheer curiosity, only to find his legs disobeying his mind at the mere thought of stopping, instead pushing their way through in the preset direction and dragging him with them.
And for the other… he was not alone. Striding behind him for as long as he remembered was a girl, silent as a lamb, following him unerringly with a kind of infallible fervor he could not explain.
So long had they travelled together that her looks had become ingrained in his mind. Dressed in the simplest of unadorned cloak as white as the background itself that was far longer that she was tall, she shuffled noiselessly about, the white tail dragging behind her like a mockery of a wedding dress. The white cloth obscured her limbs completely, such that for a while now he had been entertaining the odd thought that she might not have limbs at all.
Just as her cloak obscured her body, so did her long, flowing hair conceal much of her facial features. What it did not conceal was the general shape of her face, a delicate heart shape that many might consider cute and endearing, engraved with a pair of pallid, thin lips kept perpetually shut. Her cheeks were unhealthily pale, yet for some incomprehensible reasons were still full rather than gaunt, despite what her general color would have otherwise implied.
She was pretty, that was for certain. Or at least, that used to be his impression until he first caught a glimpse into her usually covered eyes not too long ago. It was a glimpse he was not going to forget any time in the foreseeable future. For all he knew, her empty-looking pupils were almost as large as the entirety of her deformed irises, which themselves occupied most of her eyeballs. Those soulless orbs kept staring blankly at him without a blink like a dead man’s wide open eyes while the rest of her expression remained frozen and emotionless. Suffice to say, if he could have died of fright, he would have certainly had.
Not that this little revelation changed anything. Both of them were still confined to a seemingly endless journey, and he was quite confident that given time, he would get used to the girl's physical deformity like he had gotten used to the extremely bland landscape. And he had all the time in the world, literally.
Little did he know his journey was about to come to an end.
All of a sudden, a brief flash from nowhere tore straight through the very fabrics of reality itself. Then, what looked like a pitch black tendril - still a welcome change from the endless white thus far - emerged from the gaping hole of time and space, grabbing and pulling both him and her into the bowel of the gap. After having swallowed them both like a tasty snack, the time-space warp resealed itself, as though it had never existed in the first place.
And now he found himself in this... room, still wearing the nondescript suit he had been dragging along for all his journey. The same could be said about his unlikely partner, so he had little in the way of envy there.
Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately in a particular way, he realized that this room was populated by people. He rolled his eyes in what could be perceived as a minor stroke of fright. For the longest time, he had not talked to anyone, much less interacting in a social scenario.
All the while, the girl stood behind him, still display seemingly no change in her frozen expression whatsoever.
edited 2nd Oct '11 11:01:21 AM by ArgeusthePaladin
Support Taleworlds!Two sleeping figures materialized into the room, leaning against a wall. One, a young boy dressed in a blue shirt, shorts, black shoes, and a white hat shaped like a polar bear's head, with a green backpack at his side. The other was what could only be described as a bipedal, yellow dog, with hands and feet similar to a human's. The dog's humongous eyes began to open slowly, revealing that they were mostly black, except for pure white pupils in the middle. He lazily glazed over the room, until all of a sudden, they shot open, obviously thrown off by something.
The dog elbowed the boy sleeping next to him, leaning in to whisper to him. "Psssst, hey, Finn!" In response, the boy let out a small, annoyed grunt, turning away from the dog as he waved at him dismissively, his arm immediately collapsing as he drifted back into slumber. Frowning, the dog stood up, and started lightly kicking at him. "Fiiiiiiiinnnn!" he whined. Alas, no response from the boy. The short, stout canine sighed, and lifted up his right arm as it, surprisingly, morphed into a vague shape resembling a megaphone. He put it to his mouth, and screamed into it. "FIIIIIINNNN!"
"Augh, dude!" Finn cried out as he flailed out of unconsciousness. He let out a loud groan as he sat up, rubbing his eyes. "I was having such a fab drea-" The boy's words came to a halt as he got a good look at his surroundings. They seemed to be inside a room of some sort, but it wasn't of the same pink and yellow aesthetic that he remembered being in. Concerned, the boy glanced over to his buddy. "Uhhh, Jake... we were taking a nap at Peebles', right?"
"That's what I thought too, man," Jake responded with puzzlement, scratching the back of his head with one of his legs.
"Hmmm..." Finn stood up, and looked back to the rest of the room. "How did we get here, then?"
Jake shrugged, and stroked his chin in thought as he turned to look outside of a window. He immediately froze as he realized all he could see was a sea of maggots squirming around, with a bright sky, shifting between various shades of purples, beaming overhead. Additionally, the scene shifted angles in a disjointed fashion, even appearing upside-down for a brief couple of seconds, despite there being no movement in the room itself. He proceeded to watch as a giant hand descended from the sky, grabbing a handful of maggots. As the hand squeezed the maggots tightly, it started to turn red, juices leaking from between its fingers. However, after a short while, little white dots appeared along the hand, eventually revealing themselves to be maggots, eating their way out from their fleshy prison. Jake blinked a couple of times, somehow unable to move his gaze from this sight. "...a wizard, maybe?" he finally suggested.
Finn, however, was completely entranced by something else: there were others in this room. However, these weren't candy people, or vampires, or lumpy space beings... no, they were humans. The boy's eyes darted back and forth between the various occupants, barely able to contain himself as he stared at them all with a slack-jawed expression. For so long, he thought he was the last human in all of Ooo. Yet here he was, suddenly in a room with five other humans. The thought this may all be a cruel trick hadn't even occurred to him, for the excitement of this prospect was quite overwhelming.
For now, Finn stood as a quiet, jittery mess, clutching his fists while his mind worked to process all of this.
edited 2nd Oct '11 3:52:24 PM by DJBidoof
“'Encapsulate the spirit of melancholy.' Easy. Boom, a sad desk. Boom, sad wall. It’s art. Anything is anything.” - Ron SwansonIt seemed like a perfectly ordinary bathroom, with a few exceptions. Of course, it didn't know that; it didn't know what this place was at all. It was a fox-like creature with a very bushy tail, and a yellowish-tan colored coat with brown spots along its back. Its nose and large pointed ears were also brown.
It heard a loud yell come from through the closed door, but with the door closed there was little reason to respond to that. So instead it kept facing the current exception to this being a normal bathroom. Namely, that the toilet had decided to sprout large fangs along the edge of the lid and was chomping repeatedly. It was still rooted to the floor in that spot, so it couldn't do much to the creature now occupying the room with it.
The Wolver, as it's known where it had come from, was worried that the toilet might suddenly gain the ability to move or otherwise produce some method to attack it. More than that it was worried about where it was, and where the rest of its pack and owners were. It wondered, in its own capacity to wonder, if the 'Knights' that its owners were so angry about had anything to do with this current scenario.
But first things first, it would need a way out of this room if it wanted to reunite with its pack. It rose up on its hind legs slightly and let out two loud, somewhat high-pitched barks. Then it went back down to all fours, and waited to see if anything would happen.
edited 2nd Oct '11 5:02:53 PM by FirockFinion
You are reading this.Two people were inside a nice little hotel-like room. One had his face flat on the blanket of a queen-size bed, wearing a black windbreaker, jeans and military-type boots on. He had black hair and East Asian complexion.
"Dammit..." The man in his late 20s woke up, feeling a bit tired somehow. He groaned and stretched his muscles while he sat on the bed carefully as he felt his muscles were aching. "Where the hell am I?"
He didn't know how he got here. So far, he remembered being in an investigation of sorts.
"Let me check..." The East Asian man went to check his gear. "Badge, check. Sidearm, check. Warrant card, check."
At the nearby sofa, a teenager of East Asian origin was starting to wake up as well. But unlike the man in civvies, he was in tactical gear and was armed with an assault rifle and a combat knife.
"I better tell the guys next time not to have an all-night marathon watching 24."
He began to pick up the assault rifle on the floor and checked it to see if it was still functioning.
The two did not notice each other's presence in the meantime yet.
"Why do I listen to henchmen? "Oh wait, boss, the teleporter would be so much cooler!" I should have just blown a hole through the ceiling like I originally planned..."
The tall man muttered to himself for a minute before the room's newer occupants started appearing. The whining from the bathroom was vaguely curious, but the real intrigue came from the one occupant of the room so far who did not even appear human.
He quickly stepped across the room to loom over Finn and Jake, looking down at the bulldog with an odd grin.
"Now you are an interesting specimen..."
edited 2nd Oct '11 7:07:18 PM by Sir_Screwloose
Pretend there's something clever written here.There was something wrong with this room.
It was the wallpaper. It was striped, in the soul-crushing peach and coral colour of seaside bed-and-breakfasts everywhere. There was a little band near the top, with twee little seashells and seahorses emblazoned on it by someone who had apparently never been anywhere near the ocean. It was the kind of wallpaper designed by some poor bastard to give a reassuring measure of calculated jolly-ness. Whoever had been responsible for the bedspread had apparently agreed with them, as had the soulless arsehole responsible for those drawers. The thing was, none of them appeared to know what jolly-ness actually looked like. Which admittedly probably had something to do with them being furniture designers, but it had put a cramp on whatever the hell it was they were trying to go for with all this shit.
The other problem with the room was the fact there was a room here at all. She hadn't actually walked through the door, or tried to materialize in, or even climbed through the window. Not least because there weren't actually any windows to climb through, but that wasn't the point. She had, as far as she could tell, just appeared her. Appeared here in this soullessly imitation-jolly room, and landed on the supremely uncomfortable sofa, along with all the other people who were probably going to be important in a few seconds. They at least looked a lot less jolly.
Then there was the last problem, which was more personal. In a way, it was a lot more pressing. It had taken her a while to realize it, but she hadn't actually landed on the sofa. At least, not directly. There was something hard pushing into her thigh, like the handle of a gun. She glanced down, and realized that this had quite a lot to do with the handgun. The handgun tucked into a holster on the other legs. The legs that weren't her legs, and led up to a holster and a pouch-studded flak vest, and then a face. A human face. A male human face.
The face, in fact, of the man she was laying on. She glared at him, both on general principle and on account of the handle pressing into her thigh. Full assault gear tends to be uncomfortable like that.
"Who the fuck are you?"
edited 3rd Oct '11 12:22:49 AM by TheMalignancy
The first thing to pop into his head in complete unconsciousness was very real fright and panic, an emotion he had well forgotten for god know how long. In a particular way, that might not be necessarily a bad thing. He had not completely forgotten the notion of self-preservation throughout his exile in the white dimension. Though, given the bizarreness in his surrounding, he probably had more things to worry about on top of his mind - an idle metaphorical object so to speak, having not seriously pondered anything after all those time - than to ponder or cheer about his newly rediscovered human instincts.
With suspicious eyes he took a very quick glance around the room, just barely sufficient to tell that the people - strangers - around him were the pinnacle of suspiciousness. The wisest course of action in his mind, was to take cover. Quickly side-stepping as silently as he could so as to avoid attention, which was admittedly not a very difficult task owing to his wearing almost nothing particularly notable for their weight or noise, he then backpedalled behind the nearest furniture prop and cowered behind it like a frightened child. At this point, his mentality probably wasn't too different from that of a child, so to speak.
The fact that his camouflage was almost almost the polar opposite of inconspicuousness was not helped by his stubborn follower, who unsurprisingly assumed his same stance and attitude. She slinked behind him before he could take any effective countermeasure, squeezing herself between his back and the wall. Her arms shivered as they clutched around his neck, clamping down on his shoulders mildly. To his astonishment, she was probably as scared as, if not more so, than himself, something that could not be more novel to him. She had always struck him as an individual - a creature, he might even say - devoid of all human emotions, whose purpose was just to follow him for all eternity for purposes unknown.
The actual emotions coursing through the subjects matter aside, their presentation to the crowd was a rather.. compromising picture of a young man and a young woman impeccably joined at the hips behind the aforementioned piece of furniture. for all those who bothered to turn around to their general position.
Whether the motley crew of this room could bother to look around and spot them was anyone's guess.
Support Taleworlds!People.
It was not something Sebya was counting on. Were there not people, the answer to this problem would be relatively swift and painless. Breaking into the vents by compacting and contracting itself, or maybe going through the brute force method and arming itself with as many "pointy things" as physically possible. Even the deceptively simple plan of losing its form and slipping underneath the door to let the witch out. Either way, it would not let the small confines of this room decide where it could and could not go.
And then came people. Sigh.
The room had accommodated itself as such, being of a nature as living as itself. It expanded and groaned and creaked, until there was plenty of room and even more of those delightful accents it so ironically adorned itself with. It gave those little thought, only giving a tasteless grimace at the seahorse lamp on the bedside drawer of the room. How quaint.
The true nature of this room was perplexing, maybe even in a curious way, but it would have to come before examining who had decided to accompany this room with them. A middle-aged egotist of a man with a goatee, a man with nothing interesting about them, and a curiously silent pair who had decided to cower by the couch. There was a woman as well, and if one squint you could see that she was sitting...on a man? Sebya wasn't sure on that one, and to be perfectly honest he wasn't sure if it was in his right to ask.
The boy and dog was interesting. Interesting because the boy seemed to be having a seizure, and the dog was...well, the dog had done something fascinating. Fascinating because it was so much like what it could do, only in a neat and censored fashion. Sebya gave the bulldog a curious blinking stare, before glancing back at Yuli.
At this point, it was expecting some kind of mental communication between the two of them. But as of right now, all it seemed to be getting was a extremely disgusted glare. This stare down of disgust and confusion went on between them for quite some time, appearing to the others as not unlike a gritty and worn old western. Eventually something gave way as Yuli blinked and matched its confused stare, before effortlessly morphing into generic hatred once again. Not at Sebya, though - it was directed at the mini-fridge that was innocently sitting by its lonesome.
...It must have had something to do with magic. It always had something to do with magic. He was apparently so preoccupied by his precious magic, that he would sincerely consider doing things like torching the room. That was clearly something they simply couldn't do, absolutely not. It shook its head and rolled its eyes, an action more learned by cohesion and conformity than anything else.
Before it could address the room, and by proxy Yuli, it heard a high pitched whine coming from the bathroom. Turning around, it carefully opened the door with a casual ease. If it was anything dangerous, the chances were likely it could outperform anything the room could throw at it in anyway. Such was the nature of adaptation.
Instead, it appeared to be a curious but completely benign looking canine. Benign looking was the right word, as Sebya knew very well that calling anything benign was an open invitation to be proven wrong. It of all things would know that. The creature wasn't anything it had ever assimilated either, unless it had been eons ago in a time its memory could not reach...the flickers of images it knew and saw as Them.
Shrugging, Sebya crouched down and gave the dog a pat on the head. Muttering something about being a "good dog", it got itself up and turned around to continue its address of the People Residing in the Room. It would have to be it, as Yuli had proven himself to be as useful as a four-year human child in a tantrum.
"It appears you all have been dragged into here as well." It calmly said, its voice never missing a beat of human intonation. Humans were the easiest to imitate, always having some kind of smug sense of individuality and pioneering hidden behind their voice. Compared to some of the pointlessly complex and convoluted social rituals of other species, humans were relatively simple to figure out. Yuli had mentioned that someday it should start nuancing things for itself and not for others, but that thought was silly and selfish - it did have nuances, just not ones he understood.
"I should mention to you that this room appears to not truly be a room. Regardless of that fact, I think that escaping would be our first priority, yes?" Diplomacy and charisma would have to be its main weapons here, as its armory of forms had been locked out by their presence. People tended to have...violent reactions to its abilities, attacking it with little thought. Shooting and stabbing were minor problems, but fire and electrocution...it didn't want to gamble its chances just yet.
edited 3rd Oct '11 12:00:22 PM by IBLiS
bluh bluhEscape?
That was the first string of thought to ring in his head. Assuming that the copper-haired stranger was speaking the truth, an assumption he found no reason to doubt as of yet, those words might as well have been spoken in a metaphorical alien language. The very notion of "escaping" an enclosure had long been struck out of his dictionary, along with a plethora of other terms and definitions his subconsciousness deemed to be unnecessary for his endless trek. When someone finally made the admittedly inadvertent attempt to stuff that definition back into his skull, he could do naught but offer a blank stare that communicated nothing but absolute confusion.
At the very least, the figure's rather benign manner of speaking implied that he wished to do him - and by extension, the girl behind him - no harm. Whether or not the figure actually intended for that to happen, his attempt at diplomacy and persuasion did help to satisfy his most basic need for security, relieving his previous tension somewhat. Still shivering ever so slightly, he began to stand up, his head tilting and turning around the room with as much curiosity as a child having just arrived at a new classroom, savoring every tidbit of the background he could in a few seconds.
The first thing his handicapped brain finally managed to register was the presence of colors. Red, blue, green, yellow, brown, pink and all the various different shades and tints of those basic colors whose names he knew not filled his eyes, almost overwhelming to his delicate psyche and senses. The second thing was the distinct, sudden lack of rigid symmetry. The couch they were standing behind had no symmetrical copy on the opposite side of the room. The clock some of the figures were looking at was not placed on the exact center of the drawer. The queen-sized bed was placed slightly diagonally relative to the wall. Even the room itself was not a perfect rectangle, being dented and flawed towards a particular degree. And finally, the place was full of sounds and noises of people speaking, of clocks ticking, of the air flowing, and of whatever metaphysical processes ongoing in the background that he had neither knowledge of nor the desire to seek it. In short, the place was different from the dimension he came from, if he could even call that his home dimension. Vastly different.
His reaction to such a change was, unsurprisingly, completely unanimous. A kind of joy he had never felt before filled his heart as he looked around with great marvel. His senses had never been stimulated to such a heightened degree for as long as he remembered, a notion he welcomed with wide open arms.
For the first time, he felt alive rather than just merely existing as a figment of twisted reality. That feeling, unfortunately, invalidated the copper-haired orator's suggestion by mere dint of existing. Why should he bother going back to a world of infinite boredom when he could hopefully stay here and live? It was not exactly rocket science which choice he would favor.
The girl's grip on his shoulder soon loosened. He assumed that she, too, had been looking, feeling, hearing, sensing the difference he was observing and savoring, and enjoying it. The occasional pulses of shiver he felt, however, seemed to indicate that his assumption could not be further from the truth. Or perhaps not. After all, whether she was at all capable of independent thoughts or not had never been really made clear to him.
edited 3rd Oct '11 9:02:14 AM by ArgeusthePaladin
Support Taleworlds!The girl glared at him, and his stupid flak vest with all the useless little pouches and that inconsiderately uncomfortable gun of his in his holster, and that stupid shaped crotch plate. Or at least, what she sincerely hoped was a crotch plate. He was squirming awkwardly, and appeared to be trying to use his gun as a safety blanket. His knuckles were going a very noticable white. It occurred to her that, technically speaking, she was straddling him. Or at least, straddling his thighs. That explained his squirming, then. People tended to be pretty sensitive about things like that. Humans did, definitely. Male humans. He was human: no-one else dressed their soldiers in this many pouches. He was, in fact, a human who was going a very handsome shade of violet.
She really hoped it was just an awkwardly shaped crotchplate.
Still. Whatever was going on in his trousers didn't appear to have done anything to make him any more polite. Or make him stop shouting. That made sense, then. Soldiers were truly the most charming of individuals. She gently squeezed her legs against his, on the general principle of the chronically bastardly. Some part of the back of her mind realized that, given enough time, she could probably get the colour of that face of his to leave the visible spectrum.
"Loretta. Cousin Loretta. Before you ask, no, I do not have a second name. Yes, Cousin is a title. No, you wouldn't have heard of the people who gave it me. I am indeed too young to be talking like this, and no I do not want a date. That should probably cover it. Now that we know each-other, who the fuck are you?"
edited 3rd Oct '11 9:48:59 AM by TheMalignancy
"You destroy him!"
"You can save us!"
"Destroy him!"
"We don't want to!"
"Do it for us!"
"Destroy him!"
The shouting was as deafening as it was sickening. Mankind truly hadn't learnt a single damn thing that he had been trying to tell them all along. They didn't care about him or his brother, what they represented; they only cared about their ability to be good little robots and provide feel-good stories about how they stood up to Dr. Wily the dictator. It was perverse.
"Kill Protoman!"
As hardened as the robot had become, he couldn't help but grimace at the sheer injustice of it all. Mankind, as bereft of morals as he had feared, saw no heroes. Only competitors to back. And when those competitors stumbled and fell, they tossed them aside like discarded chocolate wrappers and would move on to their next hero of the week. Protoman himself had fallen victim to it, and now it looked like his brother had fallen for the same trap, hook line and sinker. It wasn't Dr. Light's intention, but he had unwittingly fuelled humanity's callous behaviour.
As Protoman fired at his brother with Life Ruiner, the weapon beating a steady tattoo with each bullet that quickly thrummed into a harsh buzz, he suddenly felt a blinding, white hot pain. Stumbling to the ground, gasping for air which he did not really need, he felt a metal hand rest on his shoulder. It was Megaman, his blue eyes glowing faintly as they brimmed with sorrow. Dropping from his knees to the hard pavement, Protoman whispered in Megaman's ear as he felt his life drain away.
"If these people... tell this story... to their children... as they sleep, maybe... someday... they'll see a hero... is just a man... who knows he is free." Distorted with emotion as his voice was, the first son of Light knew that he was understood by his brother. A realisation struck him. Yes. Perhaps there was still hope for man, as his dear father had so often said. If anyone was to set them free, it would be his brother. Perhaps if things had been different, they could have broken humanity from its' chains of servitude together. Protoman smiled slightly as his mind seemed to float off into the ether.
In the ensuing massacre of man, woman and child, neither the robots, the crowd, nor Protoman's heartbroken and traumatised brother noticed the disappearance of his corpse...
Awakening with a gasp, Protoman noticed that he was no longer on the merciless streets at the head of an unrelenting robot army, and nor was he in a lab. He was in a room. A bedroom, to be exact. Had he been knocked out by some manner of stun weapon, dreaming of a horror that echoed the living nightmare his own life had become? He wasn't particularly sure, to be honest. He'd be dead by now if it was a combat situation, and if it was an interrogation his captors would have doubtless made their presence known by now, probably to gloat.
Stranger still, his diagnostics told him that not only had he been repaired, Life Ruiner had been restocked with a full belt of ammunition, and the familiar weight inside his body told him that he had more to spare. Whoever had done this evidently wanted him to be in tip-top shape. It was at this moment that the robot realised that there were voices. Multiple ones, in fact. Unsteadily getting to his feet* , he felt for a fleeting second the fragile hope that Dr. Light had saved him and taken him back to his apartment, ready to continue the fight he had started so long ago.
Alas, it was not to be so. Dr. Light and Megaman were not in sight. In their place was a series of strangers. Looking around the room, he noted the... unusual nature of many of the inhabitants.
For one, there was someone who from his attire was obviously a card carrying member of Dr. Wily's entourage. Hell, if he was older and had more wrinkles, he could probably pass for the old bastard himself. For now, though, his sensors decided to tab him as not a threat. So far, so good.
A young girl who obviously hadn't seen much sunlight wearing an extremely large white cape was also present, her freakishly large pupils putting off Protoman a bit. She appeared to be accompanied by a man in a suit. Both were selected as possible threats. The girl could be concealing a bomb under her cape, whereas the man could also have a secret weapon. Protoman wasn't about to take any chances.
Another child with a companion, though in this case it was a dog with strange eyes. That seemed to be a running theme here. They seemed rather exciteable and generally harmless, but annoyingly his sensors had pre-empted him even here. Not a threat, they chimed in unhelpfully.
It was then that he noticed a teenager with typically "cool" clothes and a man* in assault gear. That was certainly not expected. His visor highlighted the soldier's weapons in red brackets, read-outs beside each explaining what the hell they were. Assault rifle, unknown type. Combat knife, unknown type. His internal sensors decided to take a few moments to decide on the best course of action, although the answer came quickly enough: TERMINATE WITH EXTREME PREJUDICE. For best results, aim for head, torso, and limbs. Target is likely to have military training, caution may be advised. Despite the warnings, Protoman decided to do nothing for now. He didn't want to react before he knew the full story.
As for the teenager, he was a possible threat, as expected. The software that Dr. Wily had installed in Protoman had a bit of a tendency to stress the danger that teenagers could pose, although the first son of Light had no idea why that was.
There was also another female, peculiarly dressed, although for now his sensors decided to label her as an unknown threat. Also, bananas. Wait, that wasn't right. For one, he hadn't seen a single banana since he ended up here, and if for whatever reason his software had decided to drop any semblance of formality in an attempt to be hip and cool as it told him of the female's insanity, it didn't make any sense. She certainly didn't seem insane. He dismissed the occurance as a glitch. It seemed that he hadn't been fully fixed after all, if the sudden flurry of static was any indication.
Last but not least, there was a pair of young men whose builds could be described as aristocratic, not built for fighting at all. Both had hair of a coppery colour, although one had a shoulder length hairstyle that was neater. They also had eyes of a steely blue colour. Were they twins? He was almost tempted to query the central database of all citizens in the city, but he noticed with no small measure of frustration that he couldn't connect. His repair was getting more and more suspicious with each passing moment. His sensors tagged the pair as no threat.
Protoman also saw a canine which was a fox of some sort, though he couldn't get a good look. His sensors jumped in immediately, though, with their usual enthusiasm and rated it no threat.
A large red "W" was emblazoned on it, obscuring a small darkened pane of glass much like that on Protoman's helmet. Below it read the scraggy, jagged legend "HOPE RIDES ALONE", and if someone had a little too much time on their hands, had a lot of experience with painting, and didn't make the robot feel too uncomfortable, they would have noted that the latter two words seemed to have been painted on more recently. Below the overcoat was a single-breasted dark grey jacket, which had a liberal amount of belts draped across it. His trousers and boots were also dark grey, the latter armoured similarly to the overcoat (and the jacket below it, though that was not visible). A bright yellow, tattered scarf contrasted sharply with Protoman's attire, and drew attention to it.
Finally, on his right hand was an autocannon of some sort, the robot's gloved hand fitting snugly inside an armoured carapace. A small battery poked out of the bottom.
All in all, Protoman was a snappy dresser.
"Who are you all?" asked Protoman, his voice carrying a bass, electrical growl thanks to the faceplate of his armour. It was a bit of a dumb question, but if he was here he may as well ask. Almost against his will Protoman found himself nearly subconsciously calculating the order in which to eviscerate everyone and make good his escape, though he didn't intend to act as such. That would be unpleasant, though only because there was so many people.
The one known as "Cousin Loretta" (a strange name indeed) helpfully identified herself, though not at Protoman's request.
edited 3rd Oct '11 9:46:02 AM by Flanker66
Locking you up on radar since '09"What an unusual Western name." The older man replied. "I'm Inspector Chung Chai of the Hong Kong Police, head of the anti-crime task force Hit Team."
He showed his HKPD warrant card that did indicate his name and rank.
"Name's Paul." Paul replied before he placed on his balaclava. "Paul Wong of the security specialist company Trans Global Specialists Inc. Codename Spriggan went in the field. And no, I'm not the bad guy, so don't worry about it."
"And who are you?" Paul went to look at Protoman, a bit confused.
"Well." She said. "I guess that's a sta- wait!"
The other problem with soldiers, aside from their charming personalities, generally tended to have to do with authority. They thought they had it. Mostly in the form of a gun, or maybe a sword. They also did everything in their power to ignore whatever crappy facsimile of a phallic symbol you had. Maybe she should have asked for her own gun. Or some kind of big turgid laser. Or just dropped the pretence and brought a giant forged-iron dick to assert unquestionable authority. That probably would have worked, actually, but she'd still have the other other problem.
The other other problem with soldiers was that they appeared to be incapable of sitting the fuck still.
This one, for example, was trying to get up. Which would ordinarily be fine, seeing as he was currently blushing somewhere into the infra-red and wasn't very comfortable anyway, but she wasn't actually done talking to him. That and he seemed determined to dump her on the floor before he made a mess. Soldiers weren't very subtle, either. This one definitely wasn't, but he was the closest source of information she had. Information wasn't something you let walk away. Loretta's hands found the man's shoulders, and gently pushed him back down into the cushions. His legs were uncomfortable, sure, but body parts make for excellent leverage.
Less fortunately, it also put her within thirty centimetres of his face. His gently glowing face. Clearly she was going to have to be quick, before he had an aneurysm or something. Strange and interesting things may or may not have been happening in his trousers, and all she really knew about it was that she needed to get out of there before his crotch-guard gave out and destroyed the ambiguity.
"This might seem like an obvious question," she said, becoming increasingly aware that the man smelt of stale sweat and an excess of dedication to his soldierly duty, "but what exactly is a special security agent doing in some shithole Bed and Breakfast? I think it might be important."
edited 3rd Oct '11 3:43:56 PM by TheMalignancy
So far, things had been going just swell. Yuli was positive that it really, really, really couldn't get any better than it was right now.
The fuck ups that started to pop up into the hotel room were going to complicate things, especially with most of them being what looked like ordinary people. There was the dog thing, of course, but dog things were hardly anything new or original anymore. Either way, they'd have to stick to going mental for now. Not because they were talking about anything they couldn't comprehend - even your average joe would know by now that they were trapped in the jaws of chaos by now. No, it was because the general reaction to those like Sebya was usually a tank full of gasoline spewing as much fire as it could possibly pump out. Anarchy be damned, no one was going to take The Entity one way or another.
And yet despite digging his ring and index finger in, just like usual, he couldn't get a connection. They seemed to meet at a wavelength, and yet it was like Sebya had hung up and taken a vacation. Desperate, Yuli started to jump between its cells and look for any kind of communication...and he sure as hell got one. After being spat out as a pervert and a busybody, the lousy brat ended with a spectacular show of calling his mother a skinned whore of Veles. The reaction had been instantaneous, the witch's hackles going up and a snarl flashing on his face.
It had only been after a few seconds of intense glaring had Yuli realized that had Sebya had 'said' was so uncharacteristic that it wasn't even funny. As their gazes locked, a wave of confusion spread over him...until he realized just what had happened. Nothing was working, the particles and lines were a mockery of itself. And so would all magic be a mockery of itself, twisted towards him like a broken mirror.
He was useless.
That fact hit him like a bag of bricks, leaving an awful ringing in his ears. All those years of learning how the flow of the world worked, all the places of power and the lines that rushed in between. Sometimes they weren't there and sometimes they were faint, but that was no fault of his own - that was simply location. But they were right here and at full strength, and he was about as useful as dead meat.
He slowly roused himself from this shattering revelation as Sebya spoke his bit, struggling to notice the others who had seemingly pulled themselves into this place. It was right, escape was the best option. Unfortunately, its gambit didn't work nearly as well as it thought it would; that much was clear by the less than impressed expression that graced its face. The two weirdos behind the couch were being all kinds of coked up, there were two people going to second base on the couch, and a killer robot popped into the room.
He swore if it was one of that she-bitch's creations, he would personally gut this one rip out its mechanics.
The robot had asked who they were, and it was always a good idea to tell a robot what was going on before it went berserk. Out of no real reason save for politeness, as being polite made the chances of the thing going rogue against you less likely. With a cough, the witch slowly stood himself up and run a hand down his forehead. Still useless, still just a man.
"Who I am is an easy question..." he said, giving a sigh and looking up at the red clad robot. "I am Yuli Gravchev, and this-"
"Sebya. Sebya Gravchev." it had suddenly cut in, keeping a perfectly placid stare throughout. And yet it had broken the facade too quickly, no matter what collected expression it slapped on its face. Too close for a human to care, too curt for someone not to be hiding something. For a thing that had supposedly perfected the art of meshing in, Sebya sure could be a fucking moron sometimes.
Trying to quickly cover his partner's mistake, he gave it a knowing nod before turning back towards the group. "And this, this is not some ordinary bed & breakfast. The magic here is wrong, more wrong than it could ever be. This room...fuck, this isn't a room. It's something, something evil."
"...it doesn't matter if it's evil or not, Yuli...we need to escape." Sebya muttered, eyeing his steel blue eyes with a special kind of disdain. Somehow he could feel the heat of the glare itself boring down into his head, burning him on the spot. The sweat started to drip - no wait a second. Sebya was a lot of things, but it wasn't capable of setting him on fire. But it was getting sweltering in this room, enough to make him tear off his jean jacket and throw it down onto the floor.
What is going on here? he thought disbelievingly, eyes darting across the room. It flew across the horrid wallpaper of the room, before settling onto a seemingly normal thermometer. The little red liquid was rising up faster than man ever intended it to, steadily climbing upwards.
"Oh fuck" Yuli mumbled, before a scream of distorted agony and the ripping of flesh tore his eyes back toward Sebya.
Sebya, whose chest had just burst open. Sebya, who had a horrid legion of jaws and tongues tearing through the hole.
Oh. Oh no.
bluh bluh"I sure like to know that." Spriggan told Loretta, getting up and straightening himself out. "But for now, I'd like to know myself if there are others inside this place."
Chung had instinctively wanted to draw out his sidearm, but decided against it and waited to the entrance to look at the peephole.
The Wolver had been too occupied watching the toilet to realise that the door had opened behind it. Not until something placed a hand on his head and gave a quick word of praise. He recognised that kind of motion; his owners would do that on occasion when he did something they liked. Especially that time the pack took down a Knight with the help of one of their owners casting healing spells.
However, there was something wrong. The voice was off, as was the hand. A quick turnaround confirmed that the Wolver's owners were indeed not responsible for that. Instead were a collection of beings that the Wolver didn't know what they were. They were a bit like Knights, but they weren't covered in armor or brandishing swords and guns. Or wait, most of them weren't. Some had weapons regardless, and one...
The Wolver advanced from the bathroom slowly, growling as it faced the red-colored metal figure. To the Wolver's admittedly not-very-bright mind, there was no doubt. The metal exterior with a colored pattern, the large gun at one hand and shield in the other; this figure must be a Knight, the Wolver could see no alternative, unless its owner's robotic imitations of the Knights now included guns. But if that were the case, then the figure would have had the smell of his owners on it. It didn't.
The Wolver probably would have attacked, had one of the other figures not decided to suddenly grow a series of maws at entirely the wrong area on its body. That was the last straw for the Wolver's poor sense of just what the hell was going on. Being put in a small room with a mechanical creature rooted to the floor while asleep; that room then leading to another room with a bunch of oddly non-metalic Knights and one regular Knight; fine. True, it still hadn't known what was going on, but it's animal brain was still willing to roll with it. But this, this just went so far beyond that the only reaction the Wolver could now think of was "RUN! OH HOLY CRAP, RUN!"
With a surprising burst of speed, the Wolver was at the opposite end of the room than that thing in less than a second. Now he was barking frantically, desperately clawing at the walls while looking for a way out of the room.
edited 3rd Oct '11 11:14:48 PM by FirockFinion
You are reading this.Jake finally glanced away from the window as he heard someone approach him and Finn. He instinctively backed away from the man upon hearing his vague, yet unsettling statement. Just as he opened his mouth to respond, Finn leapt in between the two, and stared up at the scientist with ogling eyes. "HOLYFLIPYOU'REJUSTLIKEME!" he exclaimed, pointing at his own face. "I'MJUSTLIKEYOU!"
Jake's arm stretched, literally, as he reached over to rest his hand on Finn's shoulder. "Whoa man, calm down."
Finn immediately swung around, grabbing Jake by the shoulders as he lifted him up to his face. "Don't you see Jake?!" the boy spat out as he bore into his buddy's eyes with an intense gaze. "They're not crazy fish people this time! Everyone here is human, just. Like. MEEEEEEE!"
Hearing a loud thump from behind him, Finn turned his head, only to spot three more humans, one of them seemingly using the other as a chair. His grin somehow managed to grow wider, letting go of Jake as he fully turned his body around. "And even more! This is a dream come true! Hah HAH!" Finn paused for a moment as he started hyperventilating, attempting to calm down just a little.
Jake sauntered up to Finn's side, looking up at the scientist as he let out a hearty chuckle. "Sorry 'bout my bud, he's just excited that he ain't the only human anymore," he informed the mad scientist. "I'm Jake, and this here is Finn." He glanced over to the boy and gave him an elbow nudge. "You cool now, bro?"
Finn closed his eyes, and lifted his arms up as he took in a deep breath. "Yeah... yeah, I'm cool," he responded as he reopened his eyes, moving them up at the man in front of him. He extended his still slightly trembling hand to him in greeting. "It's an honor to meet you. Just... well, where are you from? I thought I was the last hu—"
Jake cleared his throat. "Dude, save that stuff for later," he interrupted as he gestured toward the window. "In case you haven't noticed, this room is all wacked up! We've gotta find a way outta here!" The yellow canine was about to continue, but from the corner of his eye, he spotted another dog in the room. He raised an eyebrow as he watched one of the humans pat it on the head.
After taking this moment to actually get a good look around the room, Finn nodded in agreement with Jake. "I'm with you there, this place is super wack." He looked back up at the mad scientist with a smirk. "You ready to bust these walls down?" he asked as he pounded his fist into the palm of his hand.
Regardless of his answer, Finn and Jake were soon greeted by the sight of a "human's" chest bursting open, revealing a world of disturbing horrors from within. Assuming that this must be whatever brought them all here, Finn reached into his backpack. He pulled out a sword with a golden blade, its once mighty sheen obscured by much dirt and wear and tear. "You ready to get nuts?!" the boy asked his best bud with vigor.
"Let's do it!" Jake responded with glee. The yellow bulldog suddenly expanded in size, growing at least twice his prior height. His noodly appendages bulged into meaty chunks of muscle, and his abdomen shaped itself into a six-pack, completing the ensemble of bulk.
Though they didn't attack yet, the two would be ready to charge in as soon as they saw any sign of aggression from the beast.
edited 4th Oct '11 1:36:07 PM by DJBidoof
“'Encapsulate the spirit of melancholy.' Easy. Boom, a sad desk. Boom, sad wall. It’s art. Anything is anything.” - Ron SwansonLoneliness.
Felix had been alone before, he supposed. Long, long ago, in the days when he had been nothing but a nameless, soulless sleeping object, he must have been alone constantly. But those days were far out of his memory's reach, and ever since he had truly begun to live, Felix had never been alone.
He was surprised to discover how much he disliked it.
Of course, he tried to fix the situation. At first, when he didn't know what was making him so sad, he simply wished on every passing bush, tree or pebble to make him happy again. When that failed, he wished to find out how he could make himself feel happier.
Eventually, he found out on his own why he felt so lost and depressed, and he began to wish day and night for another person to talk to. But everything along the roadside was cold and unresponsive, and he slowly began to realise that nobody and nothing could grant his wish.
That was, until some mysterious benefactor decided to take it upon themselves.
It started with a door that was somehow standing on the roadside, half-hidden by trees and covered in the dust of the empty path Felix had been travelling along for far too long. It swung open easily at the touch, and as he stepped through, he found himself in a room with more people than he could have dreamed to meet.
The group inside would see the door swing open for the briefest moment as a young, olive-skinned man slipped inside, flicking a strand of shaggy black hair out of his wide, dark eyes as they lit up with joy at the scene within.
The sight of a man with jaws, tongues and other nasty little goodies seething out of his chest would probably have floored anyone with a better sense of the normal workings of your average universe than Felix. The growing heat in the room would probably have also been a cause for alarm to anyone else. As it was, however, the young man instead, against what anyone not acquainted with his mannerisms might have expected, grinned broadly, taking no heed of the locks clicking shut once more in the door behind him.
"Hi!" he called cheerily, waving to the occupants of the room.
They might not have been what he was used to, but people were people, and that meant that someone had granted his wish. That was all that Felix could have asked for.
Anyway here's BlackwallProtoman watched the body suit clad figure* get up and awkwardly shuffle toward him as he spoke. Thankful that his helmet concealed all emotion, Protoman's expression could be charitably called "unimpressed". A gun for hire, eh? Protoman had never liked them much - they always placed cold, hard cash above ideals and justice. Good thing then that they fell just as easily as everyone else, and he hadn't encountered them very much either.
Still, something was irking him about this guy; namely, how did he know that the robot was suspicious of him? Did he have some sort of device that could "listen in" on Protoman's scanners? If so, he'd have to keep an eye out for him, as it was obvious he wasn't the usual merc fare. The man then asked him his name.
"My name is not important," rumbled Protoman, feeling quite pleased with how intimidating his voice sounded. That would be quite a boon for gaining leverage on the others as necessary. "I will tell you when I feel ready. For now, you may refer to me as the 'First Son of Light'... or the 'First Son', for short."
Sure, it was needlessly poetic, but as he had said, these people didn't need to know his real name yet - he wasn't about to share that with a bunch of strangers who may well have been terrorists. In its' shortened form it wasn't too flashy, but neither was it forgettable, either. He mentally congratulated himself on choosing a good moniker.
Loretta - Cousin Loretta, he corrected himself - had a fairly firey temper and a sharp tongue to back it up, if the way she had been speaking so far was any indication. Protoman silently notified himself not to get on her bad side, if only because he didn't want to be hectored by a girl with an attitude problem.
So, the short-haired young man was named "Yuli Gravchev", and his twin brother was named "Sebya". Russian names. They didn't look exactly like how Protoman would imagine Russians to look, but his exposure to media and to the outside world was woefully limited, consisting only of what Dr. Light (and later, Wily) had programmed into him or told him. For all he knew Dr. Wily's city was the only city on the planet, and he'd have no way to find out. The thought grated like rusty cogs. He did raise an eyebrow behind his helmet at how bluntly Sebya had spoken. He was a little too quick, as though he were trying to prevent his twin from saying something embarrassing.
Nevertheless, it was only polite to stay calm. Protoman was never any good at social etiquette, unfortunately. Being a perfect man (though only in matters of warfare), an unbeatable machine (on the battlefield alone), did that to you.
Before he could ponder this any further, Yuli continued speaking. Something about the "magic" being "wrong" in this room. According to him, the room was "evil". Great, he was stuck with a basket case in a confined space. Magic didn't exist, and inanimate objects could not be evil any more than a rain cloud could laugh. Once again, though, he found the "rules" of the situation precluding him shutting up the crazy man. Perhaps Sebya was trying to prevent his brother from saying something idiotic or crazy. Unfortunately, he was too late on that count.
If you believe in magic, then I've got a scenic castle in the countryside to sell you, he thought dryly.
The canine from earlier decided to approach him, growling and generally being rather aggressive. This prompted Protoman to look over at it and stare at it long and hard, as though trying to intimidate it into backing down. Protoman didn't like or dislike animals, although he wasn't sure if he always felt that way or if it was a result of Wily's tampering. He didn't like the idea of the fox trying to attack him, though - it wouldn't end well for it, at any rate.
Suddenly, his sensors informed him of something: Temperature climbing beyond normal levels for expected climatic conditions and architecture. Uh-oh. Obviously, someone decided that now would be a grand time to let rip with an incendiary weapon, or it was some new device that he hadn't seen in action before. His sensors decided to offer a useless piece of babble, almost in response to his thoughts: Let's get cooking!
Goddamn piece of junk. Unexpectedly, Sebya yelled in a disturbing manner and collapsed. His chest tore open and a horrific amalgamation of tongues and mouths erupted out of it like an oversized fly bursting out of a corpse. His sensors pounced on this chance to display something he was already thinking. "Sebya" threat level reclassified. Highly dangerous; EXTERMINATE ON SIGHT. Centre of mass shots are recommended, though target's defensive and offensive capabilities are unknown. EXERCISE EXTREME CAUTION.
Oh, wonderful. Now there was some sort of gibbering monstrosity in Sebya's body, the pair known as "Jake" and "Finn" were now about to pounce on that thing (the latter deforming in a freaky fashion to become physically powerful), Spriggan was surprisingly blase about the whole thing, and they scared the damn fox creature. Fan-fucking-tastic.
Feeling Life Ruiner begin to spool up in his hand with its' characteristic burbling whirr* and a clicking sound, Protoman decided to take charge of the situation. Although Life Ruiner was very accurate, he couldn't risk killing one of his "allies" - he hestitated to call them as such - with a mistimed shot.
"Everybody, get back," he boomed in an authoritative tone, amplifying his voice through the mask for extra effect, raising Life Ruiner and pointing it squarely at Sebya's chest. "Allow me to deal with this."
After all, why let the weak, fragile humans fight this creature when something far more durable and powerful could take care of it much more cleanly and easily? He was about to open fire when the door opened. Whirling around for a moment and almost opening fire despite himself, he noted the appearance of an innocent looking young man, who also seemed not to give a damn about what was happening.
Christ, you couldn't have picked a worst time, could you? He had almost blown his damn head off. The man's greeting made Protoman wonder if he had taken some manner of illegal substance, though he wasn't worrying about stoners or drunkards right now; there were far more important things to deal with. Not a threat, chimed in his scanners.
Looking back at Sebya and the creature, pointing Life Ruiner at it once more, Protoman said "Against the wall. Now."
All he'd have to do was wait a millisecond for the proper firing solution and that abomination would be so much shredded matter...
edited 5th Oct '11 2:35:06 PM by Flanker66
Locking you up on radar since '09"Isn't that an interesting name?" murmured Chung as he drew out his Glock 17.
Spriggan had opened the door, leading to a corridor outside the room he started in. He then crouched and went to check on his radio extender while on the wall located on the opposite side of the corridor.
edited 4th Oct '11 6:14:36 PM by Ominae
The man was taken aback by Finn's surprisingly exuberant response to him.
"A pleasure to meet you too, my boy. I am the great Dr. Claudius DeThray, of Mountebank City. Where the devil have you been that you haven't seen humans before? What raised you?"
He did grin at the boy's enthusiasm in getting out. "I quite agree. The sooner we make our egress from this wretched place, the better," he said, pulling out what was unmistakeably a raygun of some kind and aiming it at the door.
Until the masked soldier decided to walk through the door and do something with some unremarkable device.
"Idiot! Why did you walk into my line of fire? Pay attention!"
He rolled his eyes just in time to catch Sebya's transformation. He stared at this without horror or disgust, but rather a fascinated curiosity.
"Don't shoot, robot!" He said sharply before turning to Yuli. "Tell me, is this norm* - erm, usual for him to do?" he asked Yuli.
Pretend there's something clever written here.It may not have been the operative's intention, but opening the door while a wild animal that comes up to the waist is trying to desperately get out of the room isn't always a good idea. No longer than a moment after he opened the door, the Wolver was there, accidentially clawing his back as the creature attempted to get over him to the open door.
To make things worse, whatever was causing the odd phenomenon in the room decided to kick in once again to make the door forcibly swing closed, throwing the operative and the Wolver across the room into the far wall. The door's locks then clicked in a very loud manner, as if to emphasize that nobody was going to be doing that again any time soon.
The Wolver, still not done freaking out, scrambled back to his feet and rushed to the door. He started scratching at the door, wanting it to open again. However, it was still locked from the outside, making his and any others' attempts currently fruitless.
You are reading this.

oh hi, didn't see you there. this is still a sandbox, as the title helpfully has pointed out for you. it's still an exercise in developing your original characters or characters you might be interested in role playing as, so go ahead and go nuts. admittedly, this setting won't be entirely forgiving to you...but what's stopping you from trying?
Yuli didn't like this room.
He had only been in it for a minute, and he could already tell that something was inherently wrong with this room. Maybe in other circumstances he could see it as a nice room, but it was difficult to do when those things were everyone. Oh, there were leylines in this place, yes; they floated along in this room like everything else in this world. But they were doing more than that, so much more than just floating around.
They were laughing at him. Those dumb particles, the ones that shouldn't be doing anything at all save for existing, were mocking him the moment they got in here. Maybe it was because no matter what he did, his magic was seemingly twisted around like a rag doll in this room - the witch had already twice tried to displace their location with no such luck.
All it told him was: Answer hazy, please try again.
Evil fucking room.
So instead he found himself sitting on the queen-sized bed of the room, staring hatefully at the digital clock on the drawer. It had already spun out three times in a row, flipping between different numbers before settling on 0:00. Whatever this...place was, it apparently only lived to laugh at their pitiful existence. It was seemingly only a few minutes before that they were in their apartment, enjoying what would have been a crisis free day. But apparently fate had other plans involved for them, being the bitch she was.
All Yuli could do is run a slow hand through his wild copper hair and glance away at Sebya, who had stubbornly refused to sit down. Instead, it had been busy pacing in circles around the room. Why it hadn't morphed itself yet was beyond him, but maybe it didn't see the need to do that just yet. Yuli sure as hell did - this room was giving him the creeps with its laughing leylines and wonky magic. But then again, Sebya was incapable of feeling those things.
And yet no matter how many times he told it about those things, it casually brushed it off anyway. It could be so frustrating sometimes, how little it comprehended the intricacies of magic. So many things it had seen in its lifetime, so many things it understood, and the thing couldn't understand magic if it bit it in the ass.
But it seemed to be thinking, so it must have been somewhat worried about their newfound place. Why else would it be pacing in the first place, if it wasn't deep in thought? Carefully, it stopped its paces and glanced back at the witch. "We can't just wait here, Yuli, we must do something."
Yuli decided to be very blunt about what he wanted to do. There was only thing in this situation that worked, when everything seemed wrong and the lines of magic were warping themselves into horrible twisted mockeries.
"I want to torch it, Sebya."
edited 1st Oct '11 9:04:53 PM by IBLiS
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