CoLC crossover RP, main thread

Streets

Chise seemed incredibly at peace with her imminent death. Arcade couldn't quite figure out why Despair even thought to go after her. "You sound completely at peace with that," he said, "how do you- I mean, why aren't you more worried?"

edited 27th Jun '17 8:08:26 AM by Skooter910

I say that aloud too sometimes, just: "man, no life."

Chise - Streets

I fell silent for a while, trying to arrange the words I wanted to say in my mind. I knew what I wanted to say, but now to word it. Eventually I began speaking again.

"I've been in many families after I lost mine. Not once I felt like I was really welcome there, never once I felt like I was part of their family. Many times they gave up on me, often after breaking apart. I felt like I was cursed and undeserving of anything, that I shouldn't want to have a family because mine didn't take me with them."

I paused, still managing a small, sad smile.

"But when Elias took me in, I finally began to feel welcome, that I finally had a place that I could call home. Every time he talked about the future, he included me in it and so I began thinking that we really would face life together. Thanks to Elias, I've met people who have shown me kindness and making me realize that even someone like me could be deserving of gratitude. So, eventually, instead of just hoping to find acceptance, I began thinking of everything I still want to do."

I paused once more.

"I want to live as much as I can and I know Elias is working hard on it, but knowing the fact that my days are numbered. It just means that I have to do the most with the time I still have. I might even have shortened how long I have, thanks to use my abilities to help others with their problems, but I don't regret it. I didn't really do it for them, I did it for myself."

I then looked up at him, with a bigger smile on my face.

"All I want is for the people who have been smiling for me, to keep doing so. So I won't regret my choices, I'm just going to keep moving forward as far as I can, whether it be for 1 year or 20."

I wasn't sure just how much of what I was saying was actually true. I did want to keep living for as long as I could alongside Elias, Ruth and Silky, but... Along with that also came some fear of death. It was odd, how I went from wanting to die to being afraid of dying. But I knew that even though I was promised a longer life, I had to brace myself for the worst.

edited 27th Jun '17 8:36:51 AM by FullMoon

Library

While he wasn't bothered too much by the heat, Lucas gladly welcomed the cool air inside the library. Soon enough, he was sure, he'd get to see the outcome he wanted ever since he learned about Yoshika's plight. He was a bit surprised when Yoshika grabbed his hand, in a natural manner no less, but nonetheless he returned a smile and said to her "It's fine. Now let's do this! I'm sure you'll be able to find someone in no time at all!"

That announcement on the radio... it was time. Lucas was sure Seiga would try to do something about this, it would be miraculous if she didn't find out about the adoption plan with all the posters everywhere, but he had a good feeling about this. Now it was just time to get it set up and wait for people to come along.

Why is a yam attacking me?

The Library

"Well, I'm still trying to fix things"

Sin Sayer was more understanding than expected but the little moment got ruined when Ciri told her to ignore Rex since every kid his age would try to flirt with her. Someone was a little jealous.

"Don't worry, Ciri. I still think you look pretty good"

Sin Sayer agreed and followed after the Witcheress while discussing weapons.

"Aw come on"

Luckily not everyone was ignoring Rex as Shenhua pretty much confirmed they were both talking about the same Sawyer. Small world.

"Yeah, she was here for a while. We didn't talk much" awkward way to put it "...but anyway, she seemed nice. I hope she's doing okay"

Oh and she wanted to know about the murders at the church. Well, that made two them.

"I dunno, I just found about it but don't worry, you are safe here"

Yoshika's adoption tryouts were about to start as the radio guys proudly proclaimed. And they mentioned Seiga just in passing, Rex had to fix that.

Calling the news channel and overriding their signal with his powers, Rex sent a message that hopefully would make it clear just what kind of person Seiga was.

"Hey, big fan of yours here" Rex said in a sarcastic tone "I have a few complaints, though. Seiga Kaku—haha what kind of name is that?—is the single worst person in this city. Probably only second to the demon. She's a murderous backstabbing witch is what I'm saying. She has blue hair and wears a dress that used to be, uh... turquoise? Is that what it's called? Anyway, if any of you see her, don't trust any of what she says. I'm going to take care of her"

With that done, it was back to the normal discussion.

"Where were we?" he asked Shenhua.

Seiga, Home Sweet Home ...He shouldn't be remembering that, but strange that her Lewis was a Texan. She thought they all had this kind of strong accent that was different from other Americans, and tended to wear large hats.

Perhaps he couldn't wear a hat because of his fire hair...?

Before she could comment on his culinary tastes...maybe ask him to cook breakfast, perhaps...time moved without them. Both the resident news station and that boy were rallying against her, and Yoshika was in place. They were the ones who needed to move.

She looked at him, and said "Yes, it is. Now, then, you've...mentioned before that you had a fear of heights. The fastest way would be to fly to there, but...we can do it other ways, if you're not comfortable."

---

Yoshika, The Library of Adoptiment Yoshika proudly took her little nameplate, held it up high...and noticed the distinct smell of chocolate wafting from it. Before this, she was convinced the dirt was the only thing that was tasty, but, perhaps everything else was, too...

She stared at it long and hard, keeping still as she tried to resist the temptation. It was a nice gift, and the librarian lady probably wouldn't give her extras, so why was it so hard to not eat it?

Eventually, she relented, by trying to stuff it into Lucas' hands. "You...you take that away from me until we're done setting up, alright?!"

With that, she started to busy herself by moving a table and a few chairs towards one of the doors, about ten feet out from the entrance.

Outside the Library

As Ben and the rest of the group started off towards what looked like a hazy bunch of buildings, Phoenix turned. "Hang on, I gotta go go get MaYAH!"

Phoenix stumbled backwards, falling flat on his rear for what seemed like the tenth time already. Maya had managed to sneak up behind him.

"Hey, Nick," she said, as if Nick hadn't just screamed in her face. "What's going on?"

Phoenix stood up and brushed the seat of his pants. "Geez. Something's happening with Ben, so I offered to help." He turned again, jogging to catch back up.

Somewhere in the Des(s)ert

Phoenix hurried up near Ben once he was back with everyone. Maya was right on his tail.

"Uhh, Nick? I don't know if you noticed but we're not the best fit to be going up against...well, anything here, really."

Phoenix smiled nervously back at her. "Don't worry, I know full well. I just..." He glanced to Ben. "I can't let myself just ignore this. I know how he feels. Excuse me, Ben?" Phoenix asked, "Mind filling us in on what's happening, exactly?"

edited 27th Jun '17 11:33:05 AM by TruthHurts22

The desert

Ben and the following group started heading through the sugary desert in the direction of the distant buildings. Ben glanced at Phoenix and Maya.

"There's an evil ghost alien thing that came out of my watch, long story. He's called Ghostfreak and he has it in for me, for some reason," Ben told the lawyer. "And he wants to get back at me so he's been tormenting me all week. And now he's kidnapped my g— my friend, Eve," Ben told Phoenix. "And I'm really worried about her, but I don't know if I'll be able to save her. I don't know what he's done to her...."

A clicking sound and the sound of moving sand caught Ben's attention, and the sugary sand erupted a few meters off to the side of him to reveal a large scorpion about the size of a big dog, its exoskeleton segments colored in bright red, yellow and green shiny armor. Upon seeing Ben and Phoenix it hissed, clacked its menacing claws, and raised its tail angrily, starting to move towards the two.

Ben readied his Omnitrix. "Can you fight, Phoenix?!" Ben asked.

I can still hail the Horde even though the company has shamed us. Strength and Honor even if Blizzard has neither.

On the way with Ben

For a while, Garrett wondered if he should go back to the library and ask Miss Tairee for something less conspicuous than his current blindingly pink attire, but decided not to. It wasn't like there was a lot of shadow available today.

He went over his equipment, which was transformed to fit today's theme as well. The arrows were now long, though oddly sturdy salted sticks, with tips made of crystals of colored sugar. Nocking a moss arrow onto the bowstring (now made of jelly) and shooting at at a patch of sugar-sand, he found out that it still functioned more or less as normal, creating a patch of moss. Well, not moss: today it was garden cress, but it still somehow muffled sounds. Presumably, the rest of his tools — the flash-bombs which were now small coconuts, climbing gloves now sewn from strips of beef jerky, and others — were likewise still functional.

After Phoenix spoke up, Garrett asked him: "I don't think I've seen you yesterday. Who are you?"

He then turned towards Ben to ask him a question, but before he could get out a word, there was a noise and a scorpion made of candy (of course) came out of the sand towards Ben and Phoenix. Without hesitation, Garrett draw a broadhead arrow and shot the beast.

edited 27th Jun '17 11:56:49 AM by Korodzik

Ursula - On the sweet sweet (Balcony)

The dusty atmosphere of the current surroundings eventually stirred awak the one remaining woman left up in the balconies overlooking the city. She awoke from her position with a sneeze, rubbing the back of her head, trying to shake off the cobwebs. She stood up and walked over to the edge, the confusion in her face spreading with each passing glance. She found herself overlooking a desert area, with the scent in the air being... sugary? Almost smelling like baked goods or candy. She sneezed again at the air and sighed rubbing her nose.

"Now what have I gotten myself into...? the woman muttered to herself while she took in her new surroundings. It was then she noticed that along with the new setting came a different set of clothes: her dress now took a look hot of a swirling black pattern with a bright red streak on the bottom. Her eyes twitched for a minute in surprise.

Well then. I... think I should get to figuring out where I am. Now where can I go...? Ursula began as she adjusted her glasses. From down below, she noticed many different sets of people roaming the desert heading towards what looked like stores, homes and meeting places. Their different appearances implied to her that they may have been brought in the same way she was: randomly and without any warning. Ursula resolved to investigate the town further, so she grabbed her witch hat (which she also noticed had the same pattern that her dress had) and jumped off the balcony and onto the sandy floors below. Sneezing again at the sugary dusty atmosphere that intensified when she landed, she made the long trek over to the main town square.

edited 27th Jun '17 12:40:23 PM by mrstack345

Your works are one trope short.

Chinglish Can Handle Herself, Rex

Shenhua huffed indignantly. "I take care of myself, boy. Just because I pretty face don't mean I defenseless~" To emphasize, she presented both her kukris - now soft marshmallows on lengths of licorice - and the knives on her thigh. The knives were marshmallows too, but the thigh was most definitely not, and in constant view. Such was the way of the dress.

The fluidity of moves during her brief presentation of her tools of the trade seemed to suggest that, yes, Shenhua can take care of herself. "Of course, no killing works today when all is sugar and sweets." She added with a little pout, like a kid that didn't get her way. "But Sawyer is good, yes, feel better recently. Kinda worry for her; all this happiness and then she back in Roanapur. Might get her moody again."

grah

Library

While she didn't give a reason, Lucas was perfectly clear on why he was supposed to hold onto the plaque for now. He just nodded in response and let Yoshika go setup. He was about to join in to help her when the thought that he should check on his supply of the fruits he got yesterday struck him.

Observation showed that while he had a decent amount left, they were all currently made of plastic. It would be a good idea to have some method of PP recovery available to him, so he made a mental note to ask for something after they were done with the adoption.

edited 27th Jun '17 8:54:31 PM by pillowmantis

Why is a yam attacking me?

Library

"Guys! Over there!" Tom said, pointing. "I think I see the woman! She's at the reception!"

"Which way, Tom, this place is huge," Joel pointed out.

"Follow me!" Tom told them, and started hovering, leading the way.

Please allow me to introduce myself, I am a man of wealth and taste. Nice to meet you, hope you can guess my name.

Digger - Library

The comment about making bargains was interesting. I picked up a pen, took a slip of paper, and thought for a moment before I started writing.

I dropped the paper in the box. "So I won't get a response till the next 'break day', huh? Guess I have nothing to do for now..." I glanced at the weird-looking robots approaching the counter.

Yeah, I'd better get out of here.

I sidestepped away from them and ran up the stairs all the way to the fourth floor, picking out a random book and leaning against the glass. Let's see...Gregor the Overlander. I wasn't into most fiction, but anything beats nothing.

(holds pool noodle threateningly) Do you want to know what we do to artists?

Lewis - Home Sweet Home - Oh boy he doesn't realize it's a full-blown trigger

A new voice blared from the radios, clearly interrupting, male and...rather on the younger side, huh...adding a considerable description to the newscasters' warning, along with no shortage of virulence.

So that's what Rex sounded like, was it. Who else could it be from context? Well, the whole city knew what to look for now, fresh in their minds, which meant staying in one place too long would be certain death. And we'd already wasted too much time talking.

Seiga brought up that the fastest way there would be to fly (she could fly?)...except apparently there was this thing with me and heights. Why should that matter? Someone's life was at stake. A little phobia was nothing in light of that.

Unless it was something more serious than that, but she sure didn't indicate it could be anything of consequence.

(Something was pulling at my memory...)

"We can't waste any time," I countered, gliding to the exit while looking back at her. "You think I'm willing to put her in jeopardy just because I'd squirm a little? It shouldn't matter what I think ow."

I bumped into the wall, and then awkwardly went through the open exit right next to me.

i guess you can watch me shitpost i guess

The Library

Shenhua wasn't as defenseless as she looked and she was happy to show Rex her kukris to prove that.

"Yeah well, I don't know if you are used to fighting dragons or robots or things like that so..."

But that wasn't everything, no. She also showed him her knives—which thanks to the current day conditions were made of candy. But Rex was having trouble focusing on that part. Probably because she had them near her thighs.

"Yeah..." he coughed and tried to look away as hard as he could, one of his eyes twitching under the inhuman strain "I-I... I c-can see that"

Thankfully the conversation shifted to Sawyer and her current emotional state. That distracted Rex enough to look at Shenhua in the eye and 'casually' continue the conversation.

"Yeah that's probably because of Cole. I guess they were a thing"

Ciri - Library

"Let's set up further inside, preferably upstairs on one of the floors above," Ciri said to Yoshika, setting a hand down on one of the tables. The entire setup was triggering all sorts of warnings in her head. It was bad enough that they were in a known location, but at least the library was relatively safe. Still, she didn't know how fast the librarian could react, so if someone were to fire a spell or arrow through the door, or grab Yoshika and run out, she would much prefer to be on the fourth or fifth floor and far away from any easily-accessible entrances and exits.

"We'll need privacy, after all, and there will be fewer people talking and making noise in the area upstairs. Wouldn't you agree that we would be better off away from the entrances, Lucas?" She looked at the boy and gave him an expectant look, hoping he caught on.

Chinglish Is Excited At The Prospect, And Questions About Hatpeople

"Man the worst kinda monster, but no, never. Guess is first time for me." Shenhua didn't seem too dissuaded. "If they bleed, they can die, yes?"

She smirked a little upon seeing just where his eyes set for a moment. "Knives on display all the time, you know." Anyway, there were more important things to do than teasing some stranger dork. "And that so? She tell us boy with that name was special, but that special?" Really, the notion that Sawyer would find herself a boy was weird enough. Shenhua would first expect Rotton to actually become a threat.

"So, this Cole, what he like? He still around?"

grah

From Arcade's back, a low, slightly slurred voice could be heard...a slight chuckle, weak, but there.

"She...she is...is a literal...young girl...and...dying...and you still...you still aren't as strong as her. You...you needed her to pull you back to hope...what good...what good is that...what good are you...relying on...on children...to guide your...hand..."

Streets

"I guess my life went in the opposite direction," Arcade admitted once Chise told him her story. He wondered if the Remnants felt the same. The last things he remembered them saying that it was the last chance for the Enclave to do good... Were they ready to go?

"What if, when trying to do good, you end up..." Arcade's question was cut off by his passenger waking up.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," he muttered. He was going to interrupt, but the more Despair spoke, the more amused Arcade became. "That's it?" He asked, "my, how will my ego ever survive such an onslaught of mockery." He glanced at Chise, shaking his head.

I say that aloud too sometimes, just: "man, no life."

Chise - Streets

His life went on the opposition direction... So he was taken by people who mistreated him? I wasn't quite sure if I understood it. He was about to ask me a question when Despair woke up agan and began saying things, trying to put him down once more.

"Um... I still have some cloth in my pouch. We could use it to keep him from talking," I suggested.

Despair just chuckled once more, and if Chise looked, she might see him having turned his head as much as he could to grin, rather sinisterly, towards her. "That has always been your way, Arcade Gannon...has it not? Following the last bits of the Enclave...giving yourself to the Followers...to your courier friend...always, always seeking the next person to lead you, to take your hand and guide you to a destiny you're too afraid to choose for yourself...you were all too willing to give yourself over to me, to let me rule you...just like she did. Just like what she is."

Another low chuckle, sounding somewhat breathless. "For all you say you hate slavery...all you want in your life...is someone to tell you what to do..."

Streets

Arcade's steps slowed, and he paused completely when Despair accused him of wanting to be a slave. However, his face was not twisted in pain or angst. He was not upset by the accusation, the look he shot Chise was utterly confused.

"Did... Did you just accuse me of wanting to be enslaved to my family?" He asked Despair, "I was supposed to run off into the Wasteland at the age of four? While the NCR and Brotherhood of Steel were still chasing us? Or was I supposed to find better work when I came of age? Like, hmm... What am I good at?

"Oh! Medicine, which the Followers were able to train me in! How convenient. Yes I worked for them. An amazing fact of life: people need jobs so that they aren't starving in the streets. And yes, I joined the Courier, but I could also leave. Easily.

"You?" He asked, winding down, an almost imperceptible hysteria creeping into his voice, "you were the closest thing to a slaver yet, and you couldn't even control me for an entire day. At least the Legion," he couldn't keep the disdain out of his voice at that word, "could keep their slaves loyal."

He shook his head a little too much and turned to Chise. "I don't know, he sounds like he's out of material," he said to her. If she pushed the issue, he wouldn't stop her from gagging Despair.

I say that aloud too sometimes, just: "man, no life."

Library

"Morty, t-t-t-this is too whimsical for me, I can't take it." Rick was staring out at the gigantic landscape of food beyond them, a hill-sized slice of cake drooping off into the horizon. "Giant... f-f-f... giant foods, wacky puppet... robots (I-I-I-I- don't even know, Morty) , runnin' around... I can't face it without booze."

"Oh- oh boy, oh man, Rick, th-that's, that's not a... healthy attitude to have, you know?"

"Does that look healthy?" Rick snarled, pointing to the gigantic cake. "Huh? Huh?" Rick grabbed his grandson and wheeled him around to another tableau just outside the window, where a bunch of kids were gleefully stuffing their faces with hunks of French fries larger than small trees. "If *uuuurp* if kids get to eat themselves into artery failure I get to numb the pain of my inc- of - of my increasingly convoluted and stupid life with booze, and - and - you're comin' with me."

"Oh jeez."

"I'm going on a *uuurp* beer run," Rick announced to the group with his usual tact and subtlety. "Anyone gonna come with?" Rick stalked towards the door, shooting an angry glare at a certain punny-named secretary as he went.

Chise - Streets

"I'm not a slave!" I blurted out, not really sure why that implication had made me feel so angry that I felt like I needed to defend myself, but it vanished just as quickly as it came and soon I was just looking away.

I listened as Arcade ended up revealing more about him, that he and his family were apparently being chased by some organizations since he was a child and the people who raised him, that he called the "Followers" were apparently the ones who taught him medicine. It did look like he was happy with them, or at least as happy as you can be as someone in that situation but... He did say he had lost his family...

When he responded to my suggestion, I simply nodded my head and muttered a simple "If you say so..."

Despair just chuckled once more, turning his head towards Chise again, before just lowering his gaze to the ground, and at that moment they would begin to feel the effects of his aura flaring up, all over again. His voice dropped a bit, not quite a whisper but very near.

"And yet...I was able to make you forget all about something so precious and dear to you. No one else ever made you do that, did they, Arcade? ...you should feel how much pain she is in now. How desperate she is. Do you know she called out for you first? Even before Ben...and you weren't there. You still aren't there. You've just replaced her with the next person to come along and offer you their hand. First it was me...now it's this girl instead. You really are quite a fickle bitch, aren't you, Arcade?"