Journey Through The Multiverse: RPG

George: Um... I don't think that's possible. This is an outfit reserved for a champion of the four crystals... Which I am actually not... Well I still can't give you the outfit. But yes, this outfit DOES kick butt.

Viktor pouts, "Awwwww...."

As the changes passed the bottom of Jon's ribs, he could feel both his waist and chest begin to tighten; one was being compressed inwards slightly, the other... wasn't. Slowly, it passed over his hips, and something happened that won't be described here in order to keep this PG-13. With that over, it travelled down ...her legs, shortening and slimming them down and eliminating any hair that was on them. Finally, the chest area of her dark blue t-shirt started to bulge out ever so slightly as the changes finished.

The Soul Gem simply sat in her hand, glowing softly.

"What... what just happened?" Her voice was softer now, as well as slightly higher pitched.

"The shard became a Soul Gem... and you became a Puella Magi... A Magical Girl!" She said. Now she remembered why that shard seemed so familiar.

—

"Now... Are you sure you want a fraction of your power... your life... extracted?"

" Yes. I want to help out anyone I can... It's the least I could do as this town's new protector..."

—

"..." Nanabey went silent.

"Oh..." Whatever remark she'd been tempted to make died in her throat.

Michael slowly analized the crystal. He was in his school's empty playground, wearing on his hands a pair of white gloves he borrowed from the Chemistry lab. He had tried everything: he buried it, dropped it on water, licked it, and now he was just staring at it. A small idea crossed his mind.

"Maybe if I concentrate I can unlock something on it. Like its inner power."

He held the crystal on one of his hands and slowly closed his eyes. After a few minutes, he realised that nothing had happened. With a sigh, he concluded:

"Or its just a plain old diamond."

He was about to remove his gloves when he dropped to his knees. Every single corner of his body was in pain, like he was being engulfed by acid. He closed his eyes and reached for his head, screaming for help. It felt like someone was shoving a spear into his brain- and he started seeing pictures, names, symbols, numbers, people, reactions. His head was being filled with memories from another person, and he felt like his hand was on fire.

When the pain finally stopped, Michael opened his eyes. He was in what appeared to be a ship, and in front of him, he could see a fedora wearing man and one wearing a knight's armor. Blinking and panting, he asked:

"What... WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!"

Michael noticed that he was wearing what appeared to be a blue military uniform, and there were strange, familiar signs on his gloves. He repeated:

"W-where am I?... *pant* What is this?!... Who are you two?!"

Viktor grins, "Another one joins us! Welcome, mortal! I am Emperor Viktor Novak Brown. This is my ship."

George: OH FU- I mean... Hello! You're on the good ship God Only Knows. I'm George, and this is the owner of this ship. Apparently I can change classes like in Final Fantasy III. Allow me to demonstrate.

George cleared his throat and called out various job names. He changed into, among other things, a ninja outfit, a bard's outfit, and pitch black knight armor.

George: I'm assuming you can do something special if you're here. Did you accidentally stab yourself with a crystal? If so, I can heal that up pretty quickly.

"God Only Knows? Hmm... Interesting... I like it. I think this ship should be called God Only Knows." Viktor grins.

The girl stood up, nearly losing her jeans and watch in the process; a side-effect of having a radically different build compared with ninety seconds ago. However, having tightened her belt and the watch strap, she actually did lose her lunch, pitching it onto the concrete after stumbling back a few paces. She coughed once, wiped the back of one hand across her mouth, and turned back to the creature.

"So... what happens now?"

Coughing, Michael slowly got back up on his feet. His head was still in pain, so he quickly searched for a place to sit. Resting against the wall, he looked around, absorbing every piece of information the ship's architecture gave him:

"Why am I here? I'm not supposed to be here. I have... paperwork to fill."

Paperwork? What the hell was he talking about? He was in school, waiting for the recess bell to ring, so he would return to class. But his mind told him he should be filling the paperwork about the conflict in Drachma. That word seemed strangely familiar to him, as did the gloves and the outfit: he just quite couldn't figure out why it was thanks to the pain on his head.

George: Um... Actually, that'd be kinda funny! Imagine going to attack someone with this thing once we've built up reputation! "Captain, we're under attack!" "Well what's attacking us?" "God Only Knows!" And honestly, I have no idea why we're here. Really. I wish I could help, but I can't. Really.

edited 19th Feb '12 5:13:50 PM by Bluesunnyday

Viktor cuts in immediately, "Attack? Don't be silly. I'm not going to attack anyone!"

George: Oh. Sorry about that. I'm just in this huge ship and I can't help but think about those battle scenes in Star Wars. Or Star Trek... Or something.

Michael stared at George, trying to process what just happened.

"It must be Thursday. I never quite got the hang of Thursdays. Can I-I have just one moment to compose myself?"

edited 19th Feb '12 5:17:30 PM by Stratofarius

George: No problem... Maybe the Devout has a spell for calming people down or something... Devout!

George quickly changed back into cat-ear hood form, and searched through his mental stores for a spell.

George: Let's see... Cure, no... Sight, no... Toad, no... Arise? That could be useful... But no...

Viktor sighs, "It's Stargate, not Star Wars or Star Trek. A much better show, anyway, and, sure, take all the time you need. Anyway, we aren't going to be attacking anyone with this ship. Not as long as it's mine."

"Now... Now we try and find the other shards... I'll explain more as we go. But for now, you just have to trust me... That is... if you could trust me..." Nanabey said.

—

"Hello, welcome to Starbucks, how may I help you?" Nicholas asked the customer in front of him.

"Hello, I will want you to... HAND OVER THE MONEY!!!" He said, holding out a gun.

"What in the-" He stammered.

—

The man in the leather black uniform soon approached a Starbucks, his hands on a GPS and seeing a blinking red dot. He looks at the store and heard a few gunshots. He went in.

—

Nicholas was on the ground, writhing in pain with two bullet holes in his chest as blood began to pour out. The thug turned around to see the man in the uniform.

"Hey, outta da way, buddy!" He said, holding up the gun at him.

"Tch." The man said, walking towards him. The thug began to shoot, but the gun was knocked away by the man. With one swift chop to the neck, the thug was dispatched. He then sees Nicholas bleeding out, but proceeds to where the red was flashing. He soon reached the staff room and saw the jewel. "So... that's where it is." He said, approaching it. He grabbed it and on his way out, he looked at Nicholas again, who was now near death. He rolled his eyes and grabbed Nicholas. Punching a few buttons on the GPS, he and Nicholas went into a gray mosaic wall and faded away.

—

Nicholas woke up in a rusty lab. "Huh?! What happened?" Nicholas muttered. He then heard some footsteps. He turned to see the man in the uniform.

"You are lucky to be breathing." The man said. Nicholas shook his head.

"... Am I dreaming?" He said, recognizing the man.

"Oh, how I wish you were. But no. You're life is saved by me." He said.

"How? I-" Nicholas then looked at his chest, which had a large blue gem on it. "OH GOD!" He jumped off the operating table.

"Calm down. That is the Color Timer. Your new heart. Your old one stopped beating over an hour ago." The man said.

"WHAT THE **** IS THIS?" He got up and got in front of him.

"As I stated. You're lucky to be living." He said. "In return, you are to join Dai-Shocker." He said.

"Dai-Shocker? Now I know I'm dreaming!" Nicholas said as he began to throw a punch. However, the man blocked it.

"Remember this! I gave you life, I can easily destroy it!" The man said.

"Shut up, Tsukasa! This is obviously some prank!" He said. The man looked surprised.

"How do you know my name? Am I that infamous in your world?" He said to him.

"... No. But... You're from a show and-" Nicholas said.

"A show? Heh... That's fun." Tsukasa said. Suddenly, he heard a beep. He went to his GPS and looked at it. "Hm... so, it's still functional? Guess Dai-Shocker won't die with me..." Tsukasa said. He then pressed a few more buttons.

"Alright, listen, just tell me your names, please. I just had a lot of faces and names literally shoved into my head, so I need something to distract me from them."

Viktor sighs, "As I said before, I am Emperor Viktor Novak Brown."

George: I'm George. And you are?

"I... I guess I don't have much choice..." She sighed, holding out a hand to the creature.

I still can't believe this is seriously happening to me... I thought none of this was real...

"I'm Ro— I mean Michael. Michael Must— just... Just Michael."

Great, now he couldn't even say his own name. Just great.

"What is this place?"

George: Like I said, it's the good ship God Only Knows. I honestly don't know much myself.

"This is my ship!" Viktor says with a sort of finality to his voice.