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He just wished he could figure out this situation, but even then he had not gained complete trust of this woman. Damn it, Chloe would have figured this out by now.
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Castiel nodded if there was one thing he hated that was manipulation, so the news didnβt interest him. It was a bunch of lies, it reminded him of one of his favourite quotes from Napoleon. βThe Victor writes history.β And after what heβd experienced he believed the man. βYup, .β He gave a quick response as he continued drinking by now he was feeling the effects, his speech was starting to slur somewhat, but for the amout he consumed he should have been barely able to walk. He just chuckled at the mention of problems.β You could say that, home, thatβs something I donβt really have right now. Iβm a soldier in a war, and thingβs are getting bad for us. And looks like we just might loose, and weβll if that happens itβs over, time to go home. No more fire-works for us anyway.β Castiel downed another drink and rested his head against the counter, as his vision started to blur a bit. βBut you knows itβs whatever, we all gotta go sometime, I just rather have a few drinks before it all goes bang.β He figured heβd be open with her, she didnβt seem to care much about matters of morality, plus he wasnβt feeling a Holier then Thou vibe from her. With what he dealt with in the war he was fine with that.
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Meanwhile at a research center, several armed guards were seen raising their weapons. Blood was seen on the floors, and the lights were flickering on and off. Screams were heard, and dead bodies were seen littered around the area. Suddenly an inhumane yell was heard, and a large hand grabbed a man pulling him pulling him into a darker portion of the facility, and gun-fire went off again. Suddenly another soldier was grabbed, and the one that remained spoke into a walkie talkie. βGeneral! General! Weβve been compromised, we believe it may one of the altered test subjects, we donβt know for sure we just..mother-fucker..β He backed up in shock, as he was face to face with a creature he assumed was contained to that of fiction. He was confronted with the massive head of a creature heβd seen in a movie with his wife. βCloverfield, shit GENERAL β He opened fire on the creature while turning to run but a massive hand grabbed him and he was tossed into the creatureβs mouth a sickening crush heard, as the creature moved forward at astonishing speeds for it βs size. In another part of the facility some people were rushing out, all appearing to be of middle eastern descent. In the skis above Helicopters were swarming, and calls were being made to various Government agencies, within the facility the creatureβs parasites had spread overwhelming the soldiers, and Gabriel was seen leaning against a wall eating a big mac. βAh Just Deserts, I love em, I could get use to this world, high profile shit right here.β As he said that he pulled out his Ipod, and put the beats wrapped around his neck on his ears, and began listening to Young, Wild, and Free.
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In another part of America none other then infamous Majin Buu himself was seen, and in his Super Buu form. His deep voice heard echoing through an ally as he fired a pink blast into an SUV destroying it, hearing screams of terror as people ran for their lives. Heβd fired a few more ki blasts causing massive destruction on an interstation in Chicago. He turned to face two people that confronted him an old woman with aging green skin, and a tall black man. He looked at them and smiled.β What can you do, have you come to be destroyed, or devourd? I sense m,y own power is greater then yours, but if itβs one thing Iβve learned from the Green Man inside me, I should always take what-ever skills I can get from whoever am I right HAHAHA?!β He looked at them and the woman frowned.β I hate you more then this man standing beside me, and considering what heβs done thatβs saying something.β The woman lifted her fist and blue energy gathered, she fired a concentrated blast, and the black man formed an orb of energy and kicked it towards Buu. Both attacks were in-effective, and suddenly a pink goo had stretched around both of them and encased them despite their struggling. The blobs then flew into Buu, and meshed with his body further altering him. βMaster Genkai, Shinobi Sensui, interesting people indeed, you shouldnβt worry about your student Yusuke.β
Majin Buu let out another sickening laugh, as a man with a shot gun had opened fire on him.β You sick bastard, YOU KILLED MY SON YOUβ Buu used his elasticy and launched his hand forward wrapping it around the manβs neck.β Shut up now!β Buuβs tentacle raised and he fired a pink beam converting the man into a chocolate bar. Buu then pulled the bar over to his hand and took a bite. He paused yelling as he began hearing voices in head seeing images of six of him.β Damn Damn Damn NO!β He yelled out as he dropped the chocolate bar and fell to his knees yelling. Raw power surrounded him and all around Chicago massive tremors were felt.
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At the sound of our voices, Erica came waddling out to greet us, a loud meow that I knew all too well emanating from her bowling ball of a body. I stooped and picked her up, βHey Fat! Are you a good girl?β Erica of course responded with another loud meow as she rubbed against my chest, βYeah, I thought so.β I held her as I waited for something to happen. What it was, I wasnβt quite sure, βSo, what do we do now? Go about our happy lives like we donβt have a fictional creature living in our apartment?β
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Eleanor thought for a moment. Another dimension? Was it possible that something had gone wrong during her teleportation? Had she perhaps been pulled into another dimension? She nodded, βI suppose that makes sense. The knowledge I possess suggests that this time period is too advanced for the time period I am suppose to inhabit. But if that is the case, then why? Why have we been brought here? And by who?β She asked more herself than Clark, βIt seems that I have little choice. The way I see it, we can either stick together, or split apart. There is safety in numbers, as my father taught me, but do not think I trust you wholeheartedly.β Her eyes glowed darkly for a moment and she said, βDo not betray the little trust you have.β
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Alice laughed, βWeβre all soldiers in our own private wars. As for me, we may all have to go sometime, but I sure as hell am not going anytime soon. Too many banks to rob, shit to steal, and ground to cover. Either way, I still need to figure out where the hell I am.β Then it hit her. A soldier in an arm, in a βwarβ that if they lost, itβs game over. Thatβs exactly the same mentality as those mother fucking STAG soldiers back Steelport. Hadnβt those bastards pulled out? Cyrus had vowed heβd get revenge though. Was this the beginning of his plan? Her eyes widened and she stood up, grabbing Castiel by his shirt front and hoisting him up against the closest wall, βAre you part of STAG!? Is this some game to you?! Because if I so much think anything has happened to my friends, so help my god there will be hell to pay!β She shouted into his face. And she was not afraid to show how serious she was about that.
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I looked at Brandon as I was about to enter the bathroom. I had yet to open the pack again, so how Erica would react, I had no idea. I opened the backpack and Buizel once again popped his head out of the backpack, annoyed but okay. It looked a little happy at the sight of the hot bath. I set the backpack down, and said, "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be back...just gonna go take control of the stereo before Brandon does...hope you like Metal, Rock, Folk, and Outlaw Country." The Buizel didn't seem to notice me speaking as I left the room. I went out there and plugged in my DSi music player and set it on Auto, and Oklahoma Hills by Arlo Guthrie came on. "So far....so good." I said to Brandon...
I went back inside the bathroom. The Buizel was just relaxing. Letting the hot water soak his cuts. I kinda just stood there, leaning against the door. I don't know why I had come across this guy, or where he came from, but I felt happy making him comfortable.....and then it came back into my mind. A name. What would he name him? Brandon had called him Layne. Travis gave a chuckle. Layne just for some reason, to him at least, fit as a decent name for Buizel, even if it was taken from a vocalist. "Hey, buddy, we may not spend too much time together, but mind if I give you the name, Layne?"
Buizel looked at me and pondered the question. Then he gave a small smile and what looked like a shrug. He had the look of "What harm could it do?" I gave a small smile myself and said, "Well, Layne...you are free to stay with Brandon and I as long as you want. You may just have to....keep a low profile. We're not used to creatures like yourself......" I said again. I then went to the kitchen to get a can of tuna. I saw Brandon, and said, "Well he's got a name for now..."
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Snake now was at an airport. He was unsuccessful at getting any information from the men he was after, as his cover was blown. Escaping that building undetected was not as easy as he would have hoped, but he did manage to escape unnoticed, and buy a plane ticket with some money he had...acquired. It wasn't right perhaps with how he got the said money, but he needed answers. Why was he in London. Why did the technology here seem so much more advanced? What the hell was going on, period?
"Flight 81, bound for Miami, Florida, now boarding."
Snake grunted andpicked up what little supplies he had. All of his weapons were checked in, and on the plane.. Acquiring a permit for them wasn't so easy either, as his identification was way out of date... He also did not like the no-smoking signs everywhere. Couldn't he have a smoke in peace?
He began to board the plane. A plane that again looked advanced. "He wanted to go to D.C. but it was beyond his price range, and busy. As long as he was in the states, he could care less. He'd get to D.C. perhaps somehow. For now.....he would relax and enjoy the flight.....maybe they at least had a smoking section.
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He saw the brief glow in her eyes, and he realized despite his confidence in his own abilities he had no idea what hers where, and to what extent they could affect him. βAlright then, have my word, if that means anything right now. The Thing is we need to figure out what we can about this place, and how to get back to our own respective dimensions.β
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Castiel looked at Alice, it appeared they were bonding. Over his time on earth, heβd become more human like. Perhaps that what made him feel he had a chance at changing Heaven, impacting it, reverting it to what it should be, freeing it from itβs current corrupt system the Seniority had set up for their war. β I suppose your right, everyone has a war whether it be physical, or mental sometimes itβ not even about guns.β Heβd witnessed so many conflicts over time, from ancient warriors in Bablyon to the covet military options in the Middle East. To Angels before the βApocalypseβ Earth had been one massive TV Channel to them, and they were essentially divine couch potatoes. However the conversation ad a change of heart, as she began asking him more accusations.
He merely looked at her, shaking his head somewhat drunk. βWell no I am not part of any STAG, I do not know what that organization is. I do not mean you or any of your accomplices any harm. If you would allow me to enjoy my drinks then I would be grateful. The Army Iβm part of I assure you has good intentions, we do not mean to harm anyone.β
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Gabriel had left D.C after heβd stirred up somewhat of a ruckus, he had made his way to one of his favorite cities. Manhattan, he always enjoyed the Big Apple. It was a cluster-fuck of various things from foods to nationalities, and even the U.N met there. He had made his way into an apartment and was watching the news reports. There were some tremors in Chicago, some sort of conflict in D.C, and even an attack in Tokyo. βHeh, things are getting crazy, and this isnβt even me. Someoneβs upped the game on me, unless Dadβs decide to go on a break like me donβt know what this or where I am for that matter. βHe wondered what had the power to move him, the only people he knew of that level of power where his brothers, his father, and god forbid the Reaperβs father.
He motioned and two scantily clad women appeared near him, and Lay it down on me started playing as a candy bar appeared in his hand. He pulled the wrapper off and bit into it, as the woman sat down on the couch. βOh Gabe baby, fuck me good.β He just smiled. βNo problem ladies, this place is gonna be fun.β He sat back down as the ladies knelt on him.
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Super Buu continued his yelling, as the tremors grew stronger, and cracks in the ground appeared all around the city, as in his mind he saw various versions of him. Finally spirit energy emitted from him and surrounded the rampaging beast. The tremors stopped, and the aura of power around him faded. Buu laughed as a black shirt was now over him. He looked up cracking his neck, and sickening bone snapping noise was heard. βIt seems I let them get the best of too much, but now that Iβve calmed myself down. Perhaps itβll be interesting to learn more about this world, who knows what I could learn.β Buu knelt down to pick up the half eaten chocolate bar and devoured the transmuted man determined to inherit his knowledge about this world. βBob Campton, corrupt business man, going to make a deal with a member of the mafia. Seems that makes me a hero, perhaps Iβll do good with this new intellect, this new perspective.β Buu said as spirit energy surrounded him, then a golden aura. The Golden aura faded away, and he smiled looking up into the sky as he took off into the air looking down into the Windy City.
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I could listen to music and think, just not Travisβ music. Dunno why, just couldnβt. We had everything laid on when it came to basics. Food is berries and fish, water in the tub would keep it happy for a while, but there was no telling how long that would last. Was it possible to convey our concerns to the Buizel? Would it even care if we did? I let out a frustrated breath and scratched the top of my head with both hands, causing my previously uncombed hair to stick out in all directions, βNothing can ever be simple, can it?β
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Eleanor crossed her arms for a moment, βThe technology in Rapture was somewhatβ¦advanced, I suppose would be the closest word for it, but not completely. Science was a specialty of many men and women down under the ocean. In some respects, we had technological advancements, but in some respects the surface is farther ahead than we were. Itβs hard to explain.β She said. Clark had a point, they had no idea who or what was responsible for all of this, how powerful they were, and why they had been brought here, βWhat do you suggest? What would be the best way to learn about this place?β
She refused to entertain the thought that she had been pulled into another dimension. Maybe another time, but not a dimension. That seemed almostβ¦too sci-fi, even for her. When he pulled something from his pocket, she watched his hand warily before it went back into his pocket. She really didnβt want to be blind-sided. This man seemed trusting enough. While she didnβt like manipulating people, she found that she had a knack for it sometimes, βHow did you come to be here? Not in this place, but here. You appeared from nowhere as if teleporting, but that was no teleportation I have ever seen. To earn trust, you must give a piece of yourself. In this case, I only ask for you to do so figuratively.β
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Alice looked hard at Castiel for a long minute. The guy was pretty drunk, and that would mean his inhibitions were lessened. He probably wasnβt lying. She set him down and just stared at him for another moment, βThereβs no such thing as good intentions; especially when it comes to the army. The armyβs βgood intentionsβ ended up almost getting a few of my friends blown up, brought my best friend back from the dead as an abomination on life, and almost killed me on a couple of different occasions. And if you donβt mean harm to anyone, youβre a shitty army.β With that, she grumbled and took her seat back at the counter, finishing off the beer and tossing the bottle across the room where it shattered on the wall, βThis stuff tastes like piss. Got anything good in this poor excuse of a bar?β Then to herself, she mumbled, βI never thought Iβd miss The Broken Shillelagh.β
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Of course nothing was going to be simple. I had long accepted the fact. I just have different ways of coping than Brandon. Much different ways. I didn't know if Brandon right there was raging at me or not about me saying "Settle down." But right there I didn't care. Yes. We had a situation. How long could we keep Layne a secret? Would Layne cooperate, or even care?
Well.....so far he seemed content with the hospitality. That was a plus. I twirled the semi-opened can of Tuna in my hand. Brandon's cat was sniffing my hand. I was tempted to throw her a tiny piece as I had done with my cats back home, but stood up. "Right now, he seems content with our hospitality. That's always a plus. Let's play it as we see it. So far we're the only ones who know he's even here. Hell, we barely even know the other tenants here. They haven't bothered us. So I'm not too worried about the,. The Landlord hasn't bothered us before.....and he doesn't really have a right to enter our room I'd say, so.....there's that for you. Let's...."
There was a reason Layne was here. But that reason was a mystery to Travis. "I don't know why he's here, but there's gotta be a reason. Let's just keep our eyes and ears open." Travis said. He just felt something had to be out of place...
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Godzilla looked around. He had been in the city about ten minutes. Most of the ground civilians had managed to escape his wrath, but he didn't care. The news choppers above him shined lights on him as he stomped through town. A nearby building collapsed. Wherever he stepped, a large hole remained.
He turned the corner. Hundreds of men were running at him, guns blazzing. Tanks and rockets were also firing at him. Godzilla could not deny that he admired their valor, but their weaponry was useless. Their small guns that shot the mini projectiles simply bounced off his skin. They almost tickled him. The tanks packed more firepower, but still were next to nothing. The most annoying weapons he commonly faced were missiles. They were powerful enough for him to feel, and sometimes on rare occasion, pierced his hide. But he was suprior to them. And they had to know this. He roared......and...
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CNN
"For those of you just joining us, we are about to go live to Tokyo, which is currently under attack, by an unidentified creature. Now we should let our viewers know, that a lot of people have started to calling this creature, Godzilla, the famous monster from Japanese filmography. We have reports that he behaves and acts, exactly the same, but....oh MY GOD!
"Is there a chance we could see that again, this monster just unleashed....some kind of blue fire attack on some tanks, attacking him! Oh my God! He appears unslowed by military attacks..."
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Snake sat on the plane. They were currently over the Atlantic Ocean. People gave him strange looks but he ignored them. Some gave him concerned looks, maybe because of his appearance. The eye patch, the bandana, nevermind. A man close by had a newspaper, and looked done. "Pardon me sir, may I please see the paper, if you are done?"
The man looked at him, and handed him the paper, "Go ahead, I'm done with it."
Snake looked. The paper was in color photo! What was this? The paper was also smaller than papers he was used to, and the spacing was atrocious! There were only three stories being talked about on the front page. What was this? He looked at the date.
December 22, 2011
2011? He was in the future! But how?
He kept calm. Causing a ruckus was not going to help him anywhere...the only thing he could do was wait for the plane to land, then look for answers....
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Clark still wondered if the ring or the crystal could help them, but he didnβt need to risk worsening his situation no matter how eager he was to get an easy fix to a solution for once. βI suppose itβs one of my powers, not teleporting I canβt do that, but I can move at superhuman speeds. But what about you, capable of producing ice, what kind of βGiftsβ do you have.β He said inquiring about her abilities since they seemed to be sharing.
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Castiel looked at Alice, it seemed their conflict had been resolved not that he cared anymore. He took a sip of his champaign expensive drinks were the best, while heβd grown accustomed to downing the cheapest of liquors he had no problem with indulging himself with quality drinks. βPerhaps you are right, but the consequences..loosing war just..βHe paused his language more slurred as he leaned back in his chair more relaxed then before. βIf I lose the battle everyoneβs fucked, Itβs Apocalypseβ He laughed a bit until he heard Aliceβs own experiences with the army. βWell I can assure you, the army Iβm part of is one youβve never encountered before, but I can agree with you one thing there intentions are far from the idealistic side of moralityβ He chuckled a bit knowing that was an under-statement, as he heard some people cussing outside the bar. He just placed another hundred on the counter.β Get this girl something good, not this shitty ass beer, something expensive.β The Bar-tender took the hundred and went in the back.
Outside the two from earlier whom Alice had fought off were back, and theyβd brought along three others, all coming in a Black SUV. The driver upset at the two. βShut the fuck up, canβt believe your bitch ass got scared off by some bitch. Iβve seen the damn news, talking about monsters and shit, and frankly I donβt give a fuckβ He grabbed his knife, and turned to the others.β Yall wanna be pussies and grab some guns go the fuck ahead, Iβll stab her see if she βhealsβ from that. βHe parked the SUV outside the bar, and stepped out with the others coming out with hand-guns. βNobody fucks with our crew.β With that he made his way towards the door leading the way of the thugs, kicking the door open violently.
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Super Buu flew through the United States, examining the city wondering where to go. Until he landed in New York, landing outside a bakery attracted by the smell of the sweets. βMhmm Candyβ He rubbed his stomach as he made his way inside the store ignoring the comments he was getting, however his now super-human hearing helped him pick up some negative comments towards him. His usual violent reactions were calmed by the thought of food as he went to the counter, and placed his face against the glass licking his lips as he looked at the cake. βI want everything in the store.β The store owner looked at him sighing muttering about a crazy cosplayer. βLook, I donβt know what the fuck your on, but unless you pull out some big cash youβre not getting all this shit.β Buu looked at him.β I said I want my candy now!β Buu raised his hand firing a ki blast disintegrating the cashier. Then he slammed his fist into the glass, and picked up the piece of cake tossing it into his mouth.β BUU EAT FOOD!!!!!!β
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β-Regular Show, now on Wednes-β
β-mah gawt, next yearβs E3! Asfkjabfgaf-β
β-Godzilla attacking Japan on CNN-β
βNational weather report-β
Wait, what? I went back a channel and saw footage of a Godzilla movie on the news. Weird. I wonder why-
Thatβs when the news story (see Travβs last post) showed on the screen, βWhaaat theβ¦fuck?β I asked, my jaw dropping, βDude, Travis, get the fuck in here!β
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Eleanor didnβt see the harm in confirming a few of her abilities. So long as she wasnβt giving any more than she needed to. She clenched her right hand and icicles shot out from the knuckles as ice formed over her skin, and in the other a fireball formed, her skin looking molten and burned, βI have limited control of fire and ice. And I can teleport. Iβm an able fighter as well. You said one of your abilities, implying multiple. Care to share?β She thought about what he said about going to the library, βI need to get rid of my suit if weβre going to be mingling with the βnormalβ people, but it needs to be somewhere I can come back to. Do you know of such a place?β She asked, flexing her hand a little as the fire and ice dissipated.
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Alice raised an eyebrow as Castiel spoke of the apocalypse and shit. Jesus, guy really was drunk, wasnβt he? Although she wasnβt about to turn down free liquor. And the guy was passing money around like it fell out of his ass on a routine basis. She snickered a little at the thought. What she wouldnβt give to be able to do that. Meh, she had her fair amount of money. Or she did, before today. She still needed to figure out what the hell was going on here. Of course, that was when the door flew open. She knew the sound of a door being kicked open. After all, sheβd done it herself on multiple occasions. She turned slightly as some hotshot cock sucker stood in the door, followed by some other pricks with guns, βThe fuckβre you supposed to be, dick weasel?β She asked, leaning on her elbow. She recognized two of the guys as the men she had manhandled earlier. So they were part of some gang, βYour two boys here got whipped by a chick, now you think the five of you can take me on? Me? Come on, I need a good laugh.β She said, without even standing up. Sheβd let them have the first move. Itβd likely be their last.
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"I'm good." I said as I went in the bathroom. Layne, looked at me. I took out a piece of tuna, and offered it. "It's fish. All we got right now that may be in your interest of die-" Layne had been sniffing it, and he began to bite at it and I had to let go unless I wanted him to bite my finger. He looked rather pleased and he saw the can. I gave a small chuckle and set the can on the tub's counter. "Help yourself, Layne. We got a few more-"
"Dude, Travis, get the fuck in here!" I heard brandon yell from the living room.
I knew that tone well. Well....I think I did. I was getting annoyed with it myself, but.......As you learn through life, some things are harder to get rid of than most other things. Didn't make it any less annoying.
It was either that, or I had done something that he greatly disliked, which wasn't likely as I tried to stay on his good side. We've known each other for two or three years, I tend to hold my friends pretty close.
"I'll be back." I told Layne, and stood up and walked into the living room. I had one of those looks and said, "Okay what....."
Okay so it wasn't what I thought. Brandon's eyes were glued to the screen. "Dude I already said I didn't wanna play..."
My eyes had trailed to the screen to see the footage of a green monster I knew all too well. I wanted to ask Brandon, "When did you get into Godzilla?" But I could tell a movie when I saw it. The apartment signal was shaky. The explosions didn't look at all like CGi effects, and the bullet's weren't highlighted like the movies always made them. "What the fuck is this?" was all I said.
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CNN
"..........as we go live to our crew on the ground there. Larry, are you there?"
"I hear you, and if you look behind me, you can tell, that there is of course one hell of a situation. Godzilla, right there, walking across Tokyo. The military will not let us get any closer, and we are not recieving much info than what you are currently seeing."
"Larry, you just called the monster Godzilla, is it official? Have they named the monster Godzilla now?"
"I wouldn't be surprised, we are hearing the name left and right at the current moment. The place we are at right now is organizing a city-wide evacuation for people trapped in the city, or in the monster's path, but with a city, the size of Tokyo, well, we have a challenge. We do not have any word on the military's plans in stopping Godzilla, but we are hearing rumors circulating, involving a possible carpet bombing..."
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Castiel didnβt care if anyone thought he was in a drunken stupor, he knew he had a job to do. Which for right now was to get wasted, he just wanted everyone to get as drunk he was. He was always this way when he started drinking when he ad money on him at least. Until the five thugs came in, he remembered two of them as the ones Alice had scared off. He put his hand on his drink wondering if the confrontation would result in the end of his drinking. Damn shit always has to happen. βThink you smart, ugly ass whore, listen bitch unlike my them bitch ass mother fuckers I donβt even need a gun. Iβm going beat yo ass old fashion, only reason you even got the jump on them is they on some crazy shit. Talking about yo head coming together, Iβm going make sure it stay separate. NOBODY move, itβs me and the bitch anybody move, and my boys going gun yo ass down.β He rushed her with his knife in hand, while Castiel started to get up one of them raising his gun.
βSit yo Ass down trench coat, ainβt nobody give a fuck about how drunk yo ass is. You can still listen Sitβ Castiel stumbled forward, and the man raised his gun opening fire. Two bullets hit Castiel in his chest and he fell to the floor strangely no pool of blood formed as he crashed onto the hardwood below. βWho else wanna be smart, get that bitch Gary!!β He said cheering on his leader.
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Eleanor almost dropped her jaw. Not only did this guy have an assload of abilities, but he was so easily broadcasting them. She didnβt know if that was a vote of confidence or just plain arrogant stupidity. When he brought her back a backpack to store her diving suit in, she gave him a look. Maybe it was just regular stupidity, βThis is a diving suit, Clark. There is no way itβs going to fit in a childβs backpack.β She said, trying to keep the sarcastic tone from her voice, and doing a relatively good job at it, βI need a locker or something. Even a garage or something would work. But it needs to be safe.β She said, crossing her arms.
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As the thug charged forward, Alice didnβt even move. Even when the knife stuck in her throat, she didnβt say or do anything. She simply smirked as blood crested her lips. She removed his hand from the hilt of the knife and just smiled, βAre you done?β She asked, pulling the blade from her throat and jabbing it into his eye, but not so far as to kill him. She swirled the knife, causing the eye to be completely removed. It would be a blinding amount of pain but that wasnβt enough. She shattered a bottle on the counter and stuffed the shards into the socket, holding his head in place as she did before finally grabbing the bottle of alcohol the upturning it into the manβs socket before shoving him back, βYou really think you can take on the leader of the Saints? Come back when youβre not a fucking retard.β She said, going back to her seat. She honestly didnβt care about the other four idiots. If they wanted to open fire they could. Sheβd just end up killing them if they did.
She did look at Castiel. He wasnβt bleeding, but she didnβt care one way or another, βToo bad. Starting to almost like that guy. Free alcohol at least.β She muttered with a shrug.
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I could hear the......tension in Brandon's voice. "Okay.....so I run into a buizel on the way home. Now Godzilla's stomping through Tokyo."
Two characters of fiction. What the hell was going on? This couldn't be happening. And why? was there perhaps a connection? "Well.....other than the fact that the world's in deep shit with Godzilla......what do you make of it all? A Buizel in the bathroom...Godzilla in Tokyo..." I said repeating myself. "...what's next. Brandon if your Left 4 Dead game comes to life, I am going to kill you...."
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I wish I could have ignored my hallucination, but when Captain Planet touched my shoulder, I nearly bugged out. βFuck! Who the fuck drugged me?! Alright, I was fine at Wal-Mart, nowβ¦β
βHey hey! Whoa there partner! You shouldnβt curse like that, and drugs are horrible for your body. I donβt think there are any in your system though.β
βOh this is great. This must be some high grade shit. Okay, if Iβm not fucked up by some drug, then how can I see you? Youβre a cartoon.β I said, guessing that what I said would mess up the hallucination.
βCartoon? Tell me, can a cartoon do this?β Captain Planet said before shooting a small stream of water into my face. At this point, I could only assume that I was on the craziest trip of my life, or that I was having the most lucid dream ever. I wiped my face off with just my hand before going straight onto Youtube. Within a few moments, the Captain Planet theme song began to play and a video for part of an episode was shown on my laptop.
βNow, Iβm gonna drink some water until I piss my pants or sober up. Or maybe I can make Kim Kardashian appear so I can fuβ¦β I was interrupted as I got up out of my seat.
βWait! I must return to the rings to communicate with Gaia! The power is yours!β Captain Planet said with urgency before returning to the rings on my hand. I didnβt know whether to be surprised or relieved that he left, but he sure made things feel much more normal by doing so. I still wanted something to drink and figure out what the hell was going on. Taking out my phone, I decided to text the one person that knew more about drugs than anyone I knew. I sent my text saying Yo Floyd, whatβs good. Do you know what drug makes you have hallucinations..? Strong ones. I then noticed a text from Jake. He was telling me how he invited me to the party as an event on Facebook. I shrugged it off before entering the elevator. Snack time.
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At Floydβs place, all Yusuke could do was scowl at Floyd menacingly. He seemed to ignore everything else the young man said before lifting him from out of his chair. βHow the hell do you know so much about me? You stalking me?β Yusuke then put his head against Floydβs chest. βDefinitely human, so thereβs no way youβre any danger. Get dressed. Youβre taking me back home. And donβt even think about saying no.β Yusuke said before punching a hole through the front door. The sound of the puncture could be heard throughout the apartment building floor.
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Castiel lay on the ground the bullets had not affected him, what had was the amount of liquor heβd consumed. Heβd hit the ground, his vision was becoming as blurry as his speech was slurred. He heard yelling and people in the bar panicked, he began to get up, as he saw the thug who had shot him raised his gun and fired another gun at his head. It whizzed through his hair and hit a wall. Castiel stumbeled over to a chair. βYous..annoyin, Iβm cut, get on my nerves.β The thug with the gun backed up in shock, Alice had overpowered the βleaderβ, and this man appeared to be immortal.
βSHOOT EM SHOOT EM THESE MOTHERFUCKERS AINβt human!β Castiel vanished reappearing near the thug who shot him and stabbed him in the head with his angel killing blade. Light filled his skull as he hit the ground dead, and Castiel grabbed another thug pushing him sending him flying across the bar and into some glasses. βDamn not the drinks not β He felt nauseous stumbling forward, as the remaining thugs opened fire on Alice and the angel while sprinting towards the exit, and others in the bar had tried to make an escape while some called 911.
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I looked at Yusuke upset, out of all the characters I could have interacted with. I groaned why couldnβt it be Kim Kardashian, Nicki Minaj, or God willing Kelly Rowland. He had happy thoughts fill his currently shocked mind with these girls in his thoughts, as Yusuke grabbed him. βAlright Yusuke, and really the fucking door! Martin is gonna fucking kill me man, but whatever. I donβt know how to get to fucking Japan. Iβm a broke ass black person.β He groaned as he heard someone complaining it was a church goer Gloria. βFLOYD YOU DOING THEM DRUGS AGAINβ He heard her yelling, and knew Martin woul get involved. He just walked through my destroyed door, seeing a bald African American rushing over to me wearing an expensive Italian suit, a wad of cash in his mind.
Martinβ¦. I sighed thinking of my landlord, who I compared to the Devil more so then Tyler the Creator. βFLOYD AGAIN AGAGIAN! YOUR DRUG PROBLEMS! YOU DAMN FOOL! PEOPLE COMPLAIN! THE SLA TENANTS MUST BE HAPPY! OR I DONβT GET MONEY! MONEY MONEY MONEY!β He groaned looking at Yusuke. βHold the fuck on! You ainβt getting no free rent boiβ He pushed Yusuke forward, as another man approached our landlordβs body guard. He was a quite asian man, who was skilled in some advanced martial arts. βGET OUT OR PAY UP! I groaned as I felt a buzz in my pocket, grabbing my phone and seeing it was from Michael. The Fuck.. I quickly began typing was it really..happening. Yo Mike, alright shrooms, acid, robo but you know that haha. Um salvia can make em weak, and some pills, why you seeing shit. look this sounds crazy but im seeing yusuke, and if you seein someone what if..shit remember that rp i made what if shit like that happening. #OFWGKTA I quickly put my phone away after sending the text tapping my pants pocket hoping for a response before a confrontation between my landlord and the spirit detective came about.
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Eleanor sighed, βAn abandoned building, a toilet, and coffins. Not exactly my first choices, but the coffins will probably be the safest. However, Iβd like to get some clothes first.β She wasnβt going to admit to him that she only had a shitty white nightgown on underneath her suit. She hadnβt exactly had the time to change into a more active outfit, what with Rapture falling apart around her, βAs for lockers, I was more wondering if you could perhaps steal one from someplace. A school, perhaps. Or a safe. Donβt worry about the lock either. I can get it open with a little time.β She said, hinting at another of her abilities, but not quite throwing it in his face. Maybe he wouldnβt say anything about it, βHowever you wish to proceed is fine with me. If you take me to a port-a-potty, though, Iβm going to stab you.β
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Alice started laughing as Castiel got up. She honestly wasnβt surprise. The fool wasnβt hit, he was just fucking drunk. Of course, then he teleported or some shit and filled a dudes head with like, light or something? What? And then he threw a guy into the bar and the last two tried to help their leader out of the bar at near full sprint. The bullets whizzed around her and a few hit, which hurt like a son of a bitch, but they would heal. Probably. Still, she couldnβt take much more of this, or she really would be in trouble. Sticking a rag from the dead guy Castiel had thrown into the bar (poor bastardβs neck had broken on impact), into the top of a bottle and lighting the tip to make a makeshift Molotov. The alcohol content in the bottle was pretty damn high, so itβd get the job done, βFire in the hole!β She shouted, throwing the bottle like a pitcher at a baseball game. It hit the thugβs boss square in the back, shattering the bottle and exploding all over the three guys. Their clothes immediately caught fire and added to the blaze. They were dead by the time they finally hit the ground. At that, Alice considered leaving Castiel behind, but eh, she could use an ally like him in this place. Hell, maybe heβd consider leaving his little army to have some fun on the streets. Who knew? Oh well. She pulled him close and put his arm over her shoulders, βCome on you fucking drunk, I gotcha. We gotta get out of here.β As she walked him out of the bar, she stooped to take the keys off of the one of the dead guys, βCheers, mates.β She said, tossing Castiel onto the back seat and climbing into the drivers seat, βIf you can hear me, buckle up. If notβ¦just donβt puke on my new ride.β
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Gabriel decided that he was going to be an attendee of the party, as he tossed the sour patch wrapper on the floor. He saw Dina going over to her laptop, on her face book messaging someone about her face book. Gabriel grabbed his head a bit, he could sense messaging sites like this. Making himself he placed his hand on Dinaβs shoulder but made it so she couldnβt scream. βCalm down woman, just here to tell you, youβve been a very bad girl, so in the Spirit of Christmas, I have a present for you.β They appeared outside the dorm room with Dina now being turned into a fat, slow smelling dog. He petted her and sniffed. βDang you smell really bad, see you later, Merry Christmas. βWith that he returned to her dorm room and looked at her message on face book.β Heh, so this party is gonna be good, a lot of people seem to be talking about this Mike guy most be popular. β Gabriel grinned at the use of the word popular.
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Clark was glad theyβd come to some sort of agreement. He had listed some random locations, he was sure he could get some more, but heβd made sure to pick areas that seemed fairly abandoned for quite a while. βI know not the best choices, but when you donβt have an identity yeah.β He wished he could do something better but that was all he had ideas for. βA Locker I mean I guess, not like I havenβt done worst. βHe smiled a bit he knew Pete would be proud of him, and Kal as well. He reached over to Eleanor and instantly they reappeared outside out of a Macyβs a clothing store he had scanned and determined had the most clothes. βHere we areβ He said taking his hand off her shoulder. βIβll just wait out here,I suppose.β
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Castiel only regretted one thing about his current situation, he was being taken away from his drink. However the fight was growing more violently, and by now other bar patrons had fled to safety outside of the bar. Even the bar-tender had made his escape, especially as three were lighted on fire, and it seemed the make shift molotovβs fire began to spread through the bar. Leaning back in the leather chair he heard sirens. βYeah I..gots it no wannaβ He said rolling down the window, and leaning his head out as he saw police cruisers coming towards the bar as they were loving..β Police gonna miss us arenβt they.β He said his words slurred. Castiel reached over to grab his seat belt, and pulled it over him.
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Majin Buu was seen outside the candy store, as he used his super beath to inhale the rest of the candy in the store, more people running. Buu patted his stomach. βBUU HAPPY NOW! BUT BUU WANT MORE!β He looked around at them and raised his tentacle firing the henka beam converting more in the area into sweet tarts, then inhaled the converted into his mouth chewing a mouth full of converted people. He saw police cruisers approaching and he raised his hands gathering ki firing a blast. βHmm wait new skills must be tested out, I quite like my new intellect. βBuu raised his hand and began gathering spirit energy in his finger tip.β SPIRIT GUN!β He fired a massive b lue beam that tore through the rest of the approaching cruisers and tore a hole into a nearby building, screams of terror heard as the beam soared through Manhattan.β YES! As he beat his chest in victory he did not notice a green disk soaring into his arm tearing it off, near him was Broly the Legendary Super Saiyan. βKakarot! KAKAROT I SENSE KAKROT IN YOUβ Buu looked at him.β You? How dare you?!β Buuβs arm regenerated as he gathered energy and fired a one armed kamehameha wave at Broly who flew high into the sky forming a shield out of green energy, and near him sitting on a parking bench un-phased by the chaos in Kirby Plaza was an older man with a cain.
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Taking a few more moments before continuing to walk along it wasn't long before he came up in front of a Coffee shop. Starbucks, that was what it was. Closing his eyes for a moment he though of the last time that he had, had a coffee or even something that was full of sugar, walking into the coffee shop it wasn't too long before he had a tea. Walking over to the window table he slowly jumped up onto the chair, crouching down on it he started adding cubes of sugar into his tea. Not one, Not two, not even three by the time he had finished putting the cubes of sugar in he had at least put in about half a dozen cubes. Most people sad the more sugar you used the more weight you gained but Ryuzaki Didn't think like that he always told anyone who said that 'It doesn't matter how much sugar you have a day as long as you use your brain it will all be burnt away'. Whether that was true or not no one knew.
" This makes me wonder what the hell is going on in this world. One moment I was in Tokyo, Japan. Now I have suddenly appeared in Miami Florida, I can't even remember how that happened, just one moment I was in Tokyo the next in Florida.."
Letting out a muffled grunt he took a sip of his tea before following it with a gulp. It wasn't too long before he had actually finished the whole cup of tea, standing up and walking to the counter he handed the exact amount that the tea costed before slowly nodding his head and walking out onto the pavement. Now the question that he wanted answered was what the hell was going on, what had he been, well the only word he could think of to describe this was why he had been ported from Tokyo to here, though he still hadn't figured that multiple universes had collided together.
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"I'm sorry...the number you have dialed is not available...Goodbye."
Dean pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at it like it had forcasted monkey's falling from the sky with little pink umbrellas above their heads. He pressed the button again, and placed the phone to his ear. He recieved the same nasal answer from the operator, causing him to mouth a silent 'wtf?'. Looking around, he noticed a lot of people were staring towards the counter. Needing coffee, and feeling his abnormal need to be nosy arising, he stood and made his way to the counter. As he stepped closer, his steps slowed, and eventually stopped before a cheesy smile crept onto his face.
"Iron Man?", he asked with a laugh, placing both hands on his waist. He lifted one hand and tapped the suit to get the man's attention, giving a surprised frown when the metal clanked, "Wow...You, uh, LARPers take your stuff pretty seriously now days..."
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Buffy looked around the corner of the Horseshoe Casino. She was hoping that Willow's little hunch was wrong, but she knew...witches were never wrong. As she stepped around said corner, she was attacked by a vampire, or at least she thought it was a vampire. However, the fangs that the creature showed were crazy. She had never seen anything like them. Honestly, she didn't know if she could get the new image out of her head...gross...
She pushed the vampire off of her by kicking it over her head with a swift jut of her feet. The vampire rolled and turned around to attack her again. Twirling a stake around her hand, swiftly, she gave it a throw. End over end, the stake flew into the vampire's chest, piercing it's heart. The vampire looked down and smiled, giving her a pitful glare before charging her again.
Just as she raised her knife from the back of her pants, blood splattered all over her face, soaking her white tshirt and hair. The vampire and it's head fell to the floor and showed it's killer behind it.
"Who the hell are you?"
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Sam Winchester had tracked this specific coven of vampires all the way to Vegas. He had had leads on them for months, and this was the first time he had found a single one of them on his own time. He followed the man into the Casino, watching as he stalked a young blonde female. The girl was well built, but innocent looking. She was probably a pageant queen. Maybe she would sleep with him after he saved her life. Most women didn't mind his advances. He often bagged hookers...for free. It was as easy as knowing a trick, to make yourself look like a savior. The clothes come off...
The vampire attacked the woman and Sam went into fight mode. However, her skills surprised him. She wasn't the normal victim. She seemed to be a...hunter? Yeah. He thought that, until she threw a stake at the vampire. Stakes? Really? He quickly rushed the vampire and took off it's head for her. She was behind on the times, or ill informed. If he cared a little more, he might have called up her mentor and gave him a piece of his mind, but screw her. If not for her, he would have another vampire to take back to Samuel.
Sam ignored her question and turned his back, walking away.
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I woke up, stretching my arms. Today didn't seem like it could be bad. It seemed...almost peaceful. I had gotten plenty of sleep. I had had a wonderful night at a wonderful party, and met a wonderful....guy. I sat up and leaned against the headboard of my bed. As I moved, I noticed a sticky substance gluing my hair to my chest. Looking down, I couldn't tell what the substance was. It seemed to be clear amongst the color of my hair, but at closer glance, I realized that the substance was a lot darker than my hair, causing the firey red hair to turn a dark brown. Frowning I pulled the hair from my chest, leaving a brownish orange puddle where the hair had been, "What the hell?"
Reaching up, I swiped a few fingers across my neck and chest, feeling a sharp pain.
"Ouch...", I whispered, pulling my hand back and looking at the blood on my fingers, "Oh my god..."
I stepped off the bed, not looking around, and ran to the mirror on my closet door. Pulling my hair aside, the large puncture wounds on my neck became visable, along with ones across my chest, and as I looked closer, on my naked torso. Staring a little closer into the mirror, I noticed a hand laying on my pillow on my bed. Terrified, I slowly turned.
"What the...", I gasped, letting my hair fall back onto my chest, before walking closer to the bed. Seeing the man who I had shared last night with, my world began to spin. In my world, his name was Ian Somer-something or another. However...somehow...my mind wanted (or didn't want) to believe this was Damon Salvatore. I let out a blood curdling scream and backed up to the door of my room.
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Damon was sleeping deeply. Last night was wonderful. Nice meal, nice girl...nice...well you know. It was nice. However, that 'nice' sleep he was having was rudely interrupted by the usual scream. He was used to this by now. Sleeping with humans, came with risks. One of those risks was them finding out what you were. This is usually how they died.
Jumping from the bed, he ran to her in superhuman speed and covered her mouth.
"Shhh...You don't want to do that. Calm down. Breathe...", he connected eyes with her, compelling her to listen to him, "Good..."
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"Brandon, if you are on something, you and I are gonna have a big talk..."
I had stayed away from drugs, and I tried my best to stay away from people who loved that stuff. Be it marijuana, hallucinogens, cocaine, anything. I had a few who liked smoking marijuana, but that was it. And frankly I wanted to keep it that way.
Now of course I was also in thought about perhaps this being a dream, but I almost dismissed it immediately. If it was a dream, I never would have succeeded in calling Brandon earlier. And Brandon or Bui-....Layne would have looked at me, said, that this was a dream, and flew out the window. That or I would have said to myself in a different voice that this is a dream. It felt real. I knew when I felt reality for the most part. I don't know why. I just did. Still do.
Finally I changed the channel. "I don't want to deal with this kind of shit."
My phone then went off. "The shuriken....is my favorite thing....I LOVE the shurike-" My text message tone. I looked at it. My other boss. Carolyne.
"Travis, can you work Nuggets tonight at Pepsi? Report is at 5:45."
I had decided to hold to this job as well as my other part time job. But wondered why sometimes. Perhaps it would be better once baseball started up again. I always thought that.
I typed in a response, "Be there soon."
I sighed. I really didn't want to work, but I needed extra pocket cash right there, as a good amount of my money was about to go to our landlord. And as frustrating as this job could be sometimes, it gave good pocket cash. "I just got called in. You got your half of this month's rent? My half is on top of my night stand."
Part of me knew that Brandon was going to try and get me to stay. With everything that was going on. Layne, he had no clue how to take care of him. Had no clue what to feed him, and I knew he would tell me this. But I couldn't let it stop me from my normal life. As much as I wanted it to...
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Snake looked around. People were talking. Most of them talking about one thing.
"I was just talking to my husband, he says that there's a monster attacking Japan..."
"Something alien is attacking Tokyo"
"It's not an alien, it's a dinosaur."
"Godzilla's attacking Japan! THE Godzilla!"
Godzilla? Back during the Virtuous Mission, he had made a brief call to Para-Medic and she had talked about a monster movie, of the same name. Why would a movie monster be attacking? ... Why was he in the future? Something was out of place, and he knew it. This whole thing stunk to high Heaven. He needed answers, but here in the future, he doubted he'd find much help in places he'd usually seek it. Washington would likely not know who he was. He'd need to be stealthy. Or seek information amongst the populace.
"Attention, in about fifteen minutes, we will be landing in Miami, Florida. Please turn off all electronics and make sure your tablet-rays are in their upright position, thank you."
Snake sat back. He got into his mindset. This was not going to be easy. He'd land, then lok for answers.......
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" Sir .. You say your the real Iron Man ..? How is this possible .."
This was the first time the male had tried to make conversation with anyone in this realm, well even in the reality he was in he only talked to people through a microphone behind a computer, with a distorted microphone so no one actually understood. The only person he really talked to was Watari, his longest friend and founder of Wammy's house where he was brought up. It was obvious he was a bit abnormal considering the way he knelt on the chair earlier and now the fact that he had a monkey type of stance, his back arched slightly. All he was wearing was baggy blue jeans and a white T-shirt. No shoes no socks. Whilst most people would find this strange he would find it completely normal. His excuse for being like this was that if you did this you would think approximately 40% better, and if you didn't you, well wouldn't be 40% better off. Lifting his right foot and rubbing it against his left trouser leg he then slowly turned to the male who was next to Iron Man, Dean.
" And You sir, I recognize you. You were the actor from some Horror show or something about demons and what not I think, Or wait. Are you not the actor, but the character..?"
Having seen the person in the Iron Man suit it wasn't to much of jump to conclude that maybe the person who was with Iron was actually the real deal and not the actual actor who portrayed him. If this was true then there was an obvious answer. The way that it was obvious was that in normal reality the technology the Iron Man suit had was way to advance still to be capable of doing. It was only possible in a comic book realm, and for the person who fought demons, well though it was all possible that demons could possible exist he doubted that it would be the type that was portrayed in the show. With if true it would back up his conclusion. Something caused multiple realities to collide, but how? He might of been the worlds greatest detective and might have solved the case up on which he found out Shinigami's (Gods of Death) existed and wielded a book that could kill any human and the point that even humans could use it and have used it. Like Yagami Light, but to be able to solve this case was a totally different story. The point of the matter was where could he even start to search for an answer on how this happened. A worm hole? but then the gravity would be all distorted, we would no longer be able to see the sun outside and the sky would be black because there would be so sun rays to reflect and create the blue sky. This was all so ... confusing.
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Dean instantly pulled out his Colt when the man attempted to rob βIron Manβ, turning his head slightly to the side at what was happening. When the gun exploded, he hit the ground, before standing and looking down at the man on the ground. A star struck laugh erupted and he held out his hands, βHoly shitβ¦β
Dean glanced at the young man standing behind βIron Manβ and motioned his eyes towards him, before deciding to answer his questions about who he was.
βThereβs a TV show now? Dammit, Chuckβ¦Iβm going to kill the son of a bitchβ¦β, he mumbled to himself, βIf heβs not already dead. Yeahβ¦yeahβ¦Iβm Dean Winchester. Iβm sure the actor who plays me is pretty good at his jobβ¦itβs nice to meet youβ¦β
He spoke in a βyada yadaβ sort of way, waving his hand in vertical circles in front of him. He wasnβt a big fan of Chuckβs groupies, especially the emo girlsβ¦or in this case boys.
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Buffy stood from the floor and gave Sam a glare. If she had heat vision, his head would have been gone in a flash. With a growl, she ran up to him and grabbed his massive arm, swinging him around to look down at her.
βYou donβt come in swinging Machetes and then walk away. I want to know who you areβ¦nowβ¦or elseβ¦β, she pulled her fists up in front of her, ready to swing away if he didnβt give her the answers she wanted to hear, βFiveβ¦fourβ¦threeβ¦β
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Sam would have laughed, if he had the ability. He would have cared enough to yell and probably cry about his daddy issues and feelings, but none of that mattered anymore.
βIβm a hunterβ¦β, he said simply, before turning around again. As he walked forward, he received a kick to the kidney area, causing him to fall forward slightly. He turned and saw Buffy in a martial arts ready pose. He clapped at her enthusiasm and walked back up to her, punching her in the face and knocking her out.
βI have no time for babysittingβ¦β
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I swallowed hard. There was something in his eyes. Some glimmer made me listen. Some glimmer made me want to follow him, as he stepped backwards to the bed. He zoomed around the room, gathering various things, before taking a seat next to me on my bed.
Something cold touched my neck, and I jerked away from it instinctively. He was cleaning me up? He had done this to me.
βYou tried to kill me?β, I whispered, the tears creeping back into my eyes.
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Damon gripped the tips of AnnaBethβs fingers, pulling her to the bed and sitting her down. He gave her a warm smile, running his fingers along her chin, before βwalkingβ around to gather a few items to clean her up. He always βfelt badβ the next morning. Felt bad? No. He always felt obligated to either kill his βfriendsβ or to doctor them up, compel them, give them a free scarf, and send them on their way. He hadnβt decided on what to do with this one yet.
He dabbed a wet towel at the wounds on her neck, frowning in concentration. Her words ripped him from his concentration and he rolled his eyes, smirking.
βWrongβ¦β, he said, βIf I had βtriedβ to kill youβ¦I would have. This was simply a love biteβ¦β
When she looked at him in surprise, he rolled his eyes again, βYes yes yesβ¦yesβ¦Iβm a vampire. Jeez, are you in shock or just stupid?β
He roughly pulled her hair back to get to more of the blood, βYou need a showerβ¦that blood will stink soon. It might make you sick when my blood is out of your systemβ¦β
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We are by nature cynical evil douchebags.
Kafei
"Anju, I'm going to get home"
Cez
25years old woman whom is tattooed and in love with classic rock
Megara
The auburn headed Grecian maiden in Disney's classic tale Hercules.
Aufy's Chars
Last time I'm doing this... > _ >
SM's Shit.
The hammer.
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SM's Shit.
The hammer.
Kafei
"Anju, I'm going to get home"
Cez
25years old woman whom is tattooed and in love with classic rock
Aufy's Chars
Last time I'm doing this... > _ >
My characters
We are by nature cynical evil douchebags.
Aya Shameimaru
"This is your friendly neighborhood reporter Shameimaru."
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My characters
We are by nature cynical evil douchebags.
Aya Shameimaru
"This is your friendly neighborhood reporter Shameimaru."
Cez
25years old woman whom is tattooed and in love with classic rock
SM's Shit.
The hammer.
Kafei
"Anju, I'm going to get home"
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Also, I think I'm adding a couple of characters to my sheet...a couple of fictional ones...and maybe a real one.
:)
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Another issue being brought up is sometimes the ignorance of characters in the same area of others......like very close area of others. No one like's getting ignored. Let's work on this, shall we guys?
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Oh and for a side note, don't compare to Chu's characters. Chulance.....he's in a league of his own as far as characters are concerned...
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I understand that this RP is for us to have fun with some of our favorite characters and all, but no one is gonna make it too much fun if we all are not in agreement in some areas. One of my friends isn't too thrilled with the inclusion of this Skyrim dragon, mainly because you need to be dragonborn to kill it or something, and nothing mortal can kill it.
Well, if you gotta bring it in, I really don't mind. Hell I brought in Godzilla, which is already a tough son of a bitch to bring down, but all I can ask is that the activities of these characters be limited. It's not exactly....fun if some immortal being is trashing the world every other post. This happened a lot the first time around and it got chaotic to the point where I dropped, as did a lot of people.
I'd like to know what the plans behind this character are...
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Also if you want, you can play a version of yourself irl.
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Also Happy New Year, I've been busy myself working on my post for this thread now haha.
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Finally done my CS's
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Little BirdDogmint: Sure interesting user name haha you have a nick name? Also you can play multiple characters, just remember you can also play "Real life" you too. :D Adds fun to the whole thing.
Also Heads up the official Co GM of the RP is SamuraiMaster. He's a good guy, smart, so listen to him haha. Anyway just thought I'd announce that. Glad this got some life. :)
Also Happy Holidays everyone! OH SHIT FURIE!!!!! I forgot you had an account her, haha I knew you here, xD. Was uppp guuurl. Be Sora haha, and be Cez(IRl Cez) too hmu on msn too babes, ill help ya.