Forsaken Birth RP, Cross-Over ! Options

[Omnial]

"Why, hello there. It seems that you have finally awoken..."

Who is talking to me?

"It seems that you have been reanimated, and given a second chance at life..."

Is this a Dream?

"Welcome to Rorrim. The world of the forgotten."

Cryto slowly opened his eyes, and all the sensations of life rushed to him. The feeling of the sharp grass on his back, the light spring breeze against his face and with it an undelightful scent. But where was he?

Rorrim

The name echoed through his mind, "Is this some kind of secret event?" He muttered to himself as he slowly sat up, finally taking in the sights. "This doesn't look like...Anything I've seen before..." He took in a deep breath, as he was overwhelmed.


"Ah, That dazed look, the confusion buzzing throughout your face. You just woke up, didn't you?" A tall cheerful man of no remarkable features was talking to him, "Welcome to Rorrim, World of the Forgotten." The man gave a sincere smile and held out his hand, "You must still be pretty confused, I'll explain it all in due time, for right now, how about you come with me to the club? The Farmers don't like strangers lazing around in their pastures."



A Club? This close to a farm? That doesn't make sense...Did someone hack my game? Cryto looked at his hand and had his fingers touch each other, feeling his own warmth, That doesn't make any sense either... He let out a sigh, and glared at the man. He had no clue what was going on, why should he trust some random uninteresting person?



"Don't Worry, there is bound to be more like you at the club, this happens from time to time." He spoke in a reassuring tone, and although it didn't relieve the tension, it was enough to convince Cryto to follow.


(OoC: I'll summarize the wall of text here, Cryto just woke up, and a random person is bringing him to a gathering place for those who just "awaken" will you be at the place already? or will you just appear and be confused? this is up to you. Be creative with it.)

[Sparrowsmith]

I'm out of my depth. Reanimation? That could put a spin on things, if anyone from the case is back then things could get awry. I shouldn't leap ahead like that, I don't even remember dying. Maybe that's not what they mean. I wonder if the note fits into this. If I'm gonna crack this, I need help, I need patsies and tools. So who looks resourceful?

Ice looked up from the table. Running his hand down his dark blonde hair he scanned over the room. No dress code seemed apparent, or interior design. Everything was a culmination of different styles and colours. The usually cautious infiltrator was enjoying a brief respite from his usual work, an excitement feeding him the kind of adrenaline he hadn't experienced since first learning of the death note. His nostrils flared as he swallowed the sweet air of the room. Rorrim was a curious place indeed.

"I can't take this anymore!" A man on the other side of the room stood up in fury, grabbing the closest person to him by the shoulders and shaking him, "Where's Franklyn? I need answers. I need answers!"
Damien pushed the man away and ran outside, the weight of this new world was crushing him. The familiar sensation of a friend, a guide, whispering in his ears for years was unbearable to live without. The only comfort Damien could find was his magic, but without Franklyn his abilities were limited to child's play - indistinguishable from parlor tricks. As more people swarmed from the nearby fields, Damien decided it might be best just to wait. A good story is never told in one sitting, answers and Franklyn could be found later. He turned and re-entered the club. As he walked through the doors he caught a glimpse of a man at the back, sitting alone by a table, wearing an obscure cloth mask with a white smiling face on the front...


[OoC Well I'm glad this is going now, feel like I could have done a better post... Anyone playing a mage from Alsta doesn't have to follow my example, I've taken away Damien's powers to explore him a bit without them.]

[Nicsp]

Annita

Annita simply rested her back against the wall, watching as more people came and went to the room they found themselves in. What caught her attention in special was the distinct colors and styles of the clothes used by all of the people around her. Her hood was covering most of her face but, below the shadows, her eyes scouted around the whole room. Some of the other people around there were starting to get agitated, although the curiosity was also slowly creeping it's way through her body all she did was sigh. You do realize...If some of the people here get way too aggresive, i will be forced to take over, no? I do, but i doubt anyone here will get to that level. Ah, you doubt? Humans are random and impulsive, their behaviour is never completely predictable. You speak like you we both weren't human ourselves... Ah yes, you see, but as highly trained people as we are, we stand higher than others. That's a despicable thought. Oh what's this? Going moralist on me now? I have no desire to go into another argument with you, be quiet. "Be quiet." Don't mock me. "Don't mock me." To think a few seconds ago you were saying yourself superior...


Nayana

Nayana, who had been sitting on the floor with her legs crossed for a while now, let out a long loud yawn, as if her lack of clothes or distinguished hair and eye colour didn't call enough attention to her alredy. She got up and went to stand by one of the windows, gently dropping her body on top of her arms as she smelled the air outside, it was so pure, so clean, so different. The air back in her world was always poisoned with miasma, even when inside the barriers created by the myrrh crystals the air still beared the stench of death, of the fear of death. The constant fear that a small slip to outside of the barrier might kill someone instantly but in this world everyone so carelessly, it was soothing for her. She took another deep breath and sighed, letting the pure air around her envelop her completely. She spun her body around so that she faced the others, while her hips supported her against the window. "I don't suppose anyone here has any food, do you, it feels like i haven't eaten in like, forever."

Oliver

"You are a disgrace, Oliver. I've always known you weren't meant to carry on your bloodline. Haven't they told you? They are after you because you are the last of Welstarm's family."

"Love...never fails...tears are prophocies-Lust,Glutton,Greed,Laziness,Wrath,Envy,and Pride...We all live or die..."

"Because i have a proposition which shall benefit you greatly, where you to accept."

"I have an interest in him because he's not like other guys....Neither are you...But...He seems more interesting."

...Magus Clan...

Oliver's eyes shot open and he quickly got up in the bed he was on. Cold sweat ran down his brow and all of his muscles were still tense as if ready for battle. He examined his surroundings, he seemed to be in some sort of room, looking outside via a nearby window he noticed that wherever he was in, it bore a strong resemblance to Polkuru. Polkuru...After that it...And then... He held his head, only hearing and seeing fragments of his memories. He then was suddenly reminded of his crystalized wing, where was it? He just then noticed it tossed at the opposite side of the room, with a movement of his hand, the mythril liquified and then quickly moved up his arm, reassuming the form of a crystal wing once it reached his shoulder. Just then Oliver tried contacting Jeeves but heard nothing, even so, his powers didn't seem to have been greatly affected he could still control his mythril wing and could do his usual tricks with raw mana, even though his movements seemed a bit stiffer than normal.

The others, i need to find the others. As he was about to walk away, however, another fragment of a memory crossed his mind, more like a thought, that none of his previous companions would want to actually see him. As to the why, however, it was still just a white void. He clenched his head one more time trying to force himself to remember of something, but he couldn't. He then decided to disregard it and headed downstairs where he met with all of the other people. Oliver noticed Damien and waved over to him, as he was walking in Damien's direction, however, Oliver stopped and clenched his head again, fragments once again racing through his mind. He broke out of the trance and looked at Damien again. "S-Sorry...My head is...Damien, how did we get here? Where are the others?" He stuttered a bit at the second part, he didn't know why, but he had the feeling he wasn't quite sure as to who he was talking about when he said that.

[Sparrowsmith]

Damien's attention snapped from the man at the back of the room. His eyes sharpened, then lit up, "Oliver! Wow, I didn't know you'd be here... I haven't seen anyone else, I can't remember anything either" he explained. He glanced down at his hand and realized it was clenched into a fist, a curious look crossed his face.
"Hey, can you contact Jeeves? I think we might have been cut off from the aether or something... And I've heard some of these people say they died, do you remember anything before we got here?"

[Nicsp]

Oliver shook his head negatively. "No, i can't. My magical skills haven't been affected though, considering you're theorizing we've been cut off from the Aether, then i'm guessing yours were." Oliver then froze for a moment upon hearing that some of the people there had died, Oliver looked down at his feet. "Died...?" He held his head for a moment, another headache coming through him but it quickly disappeared. Oliver then responded. "No, not really. The last thing i remember i was..." Oliver stopped for a moment. Talking to a Magus clan... He continued quiet for a few moments but then continued. "Walking around a town we had landed in, i don't really remember it's name now either, to be honest." Oliver crossed his arms, thinking. "So...You think we...Died?"



"Unlikely." Annita interrupted, approaching both of them. "Sorry for bursting in like this, i have no idea what you two are talking about. But i'm pretty sure i'm alive and well, bene?" Annita chuckled, and then continued to speak, her slight italian accent popping in every now and then, she then actually took a look at Oliver and realized the massive crystal wing on his back. "Nice...Wing..." Annita muttered, a bit surprised. Oliver looked at the wing and back at Annita. "Thanks? I guess..." As he said that, Oliver used his wing to scratch the back of his head. Annita stared in disbelief. "It...Moves..." She gave a slight step back and crossed her arms. "I thought you two were mad to be talking about having magical skills but..."

She stood there staring for a moment but remembering. "Oh, right, how rude of me. I'm Annita Riz Da Roma." She pulled her hood down, showing her pale skin, shining red hair and green eyes. "And you two are...?" Oliver let out a short sigh before saying. "Oliver. Oliver Sarkon." Oliver whispered over to Damien. "Hey, is it just me or does she look like an adult version of Aggie...?"

Annita ponded for a moment, after listening the name. "I see...You didn't receive your village's name?" Oliver blinked. "Village name? What are you talking about?" Annita chuckled. "Why? Your village name, it is common knowledge that people receive their village's name after their normal names." Oliver blinked once more confused. "Our common knowledges must be very different then." Oliver stared at Annita up and down, even if she was being friendly this woman carried weapons like she was going to fight an army. Oliver thought it'd be safe to check if she was a magician and focused on vizualizing her aura, just then he noticed something, even though she didn't emanate mana like a normal magician would, her aura carried two presences.

His concentration was broken off, however, as Nayiana jumped right in front of him. "Wo-ow. That's a cool acessory, boy." Nayiana's eyes glinted as she stared at Oliver's wing, it was shiny, impressive, and most importantly, probably worth a ton of money. Oliver stared at the girl who had just showed up, staring her up and down trying to figure out exactly what she was until he realized her sharp point teeth. "Are you...A diagan?" Nayiana shrugged. "Dee-what? No, i'm a Selkie. You like Selkies, rrrrright?" Nayiana winked at Oliver, who just blushed and looked away. "This...This is weird."

[Sparrowsmith]

Damien couldn't help but laugh, "Ha, powers missing? Never... Just a little diminished." he coughed awkwardly, "Wow, the girls just swarm with you don't they dukey." he laughed, trying to hide his discomfort. He eyes up the hooded girl, "Hi, Annita, my name's Damien Howler. That's a nice accent you have there. See I've been all over Alsta, I know every accent there is, and that's not an accent I know, which means you're not from Alsta."
Damien grinned with his deductions, "Simple logic, we're not from the same world. Or we're not from the same time. Maybe both. Our Selkie friend here confirms my theory, 'cause I've never heard of a selkie either." He leaned against the bar, satisfied with his conclusion. "Also explains why my magic's on the fritz. The longer a pact goes on the stronger the bond between spirit and caster, you on the other hand have your wing to draw energy from. Lucky..."

Ice watched from a small distance, eyes wide. he's quite deductive. Might be of use, he could have figured it out sooner though. They can't really be magicians though...

[Nicsp]

Oliver sighed at the comment about girls swarming him. "I just wish one of them did..." He muttered sadly. After hearing him speak, Oliver, Annita and Nayiana all spoke together at the same time. "Not from the same world?" They all stared at each other awkwardly from having spoken at the same time but then turned back to Damien, Oliver started."Isn't that a bit of a transcendent conclusion...? Although...I guess i kinda do see why you'd get to that." Oliver crossed his arms with a sigh.

Just then Oliver looked around and noticed Nayiana was desperatly trying to pull his wing off from him. "...What are you doing...?" Naiyana blinked a few times, gently letting go of the wing and then tapping it. "O-Oh nothing, i just found this really, really interesting, y'know." Oliver's eyebrow twitched. "Right..."

Annita looked around and crossed her arms, still not really satisfied with the conclusions obtained so far. "Regardless, shouldn't we try finding out why are we here first? Much like you, i don't really remember how i got here, the last thing i remember is..." She stopped for a moment and rested her hand on her chin, thinking. "The last thing i remember is that i was being tortured...Merda, i might be dead after all." She chuckled uncaringly.

Oliver still stared at the girl calling herself a "Selkie". "So, who are you anyways?" Nayiana chuckled, brushed her hair out of her face and then said as she winked. "Why, i'm the amazing Nayiana Strongbow, crystal caravaneer extraordinaire." Oliver shook his head. "You're annoying." Nayiana dropped her head to the side, hurt. "You're mean..." Oliver grunted and finished. "Whatever, i just don't like the idea of being surrounded by a lot of people from different worlds than mine, you're all just possible threats, specially Smily over there." Oliver said while he pointed towards Ice with his head. Oliver then sighed, the headache was slowly creeping it's way back. He put his hand on his head and then walked over to the first free chair he found, grunting as he was bombed with several images and sounds which he was not able to put together.

Annita blinked, her arms crossed, she turned back to Damien. "Is he always like that?"

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[Sparrowsmith]

Damien shrugged, "Naaa Oliver's always a party, he's just adjusting." he said humorously. He glanced over to the man in the smiling mask, "Hey happy boy, you enjoying the show?"
Ice stepped forwards ceremoniously, "Please, Damien, call me Ice. I have to say, it took you a while to figure it out. All of you, hardly detectives, but may be useful. See, I want to know what's going on as much as you do, but unlike you I'm not gonna sit around and ask questions, I'm here to make deductions and get home. Are you in Mr.Howler? Your... Friends would be welcome to join as well, or course. It's always good to have resources in unfamiliar territory, and I'm a master of resourcefulness."
Damien knew that beneath Ice's mask lay an even bigger smile, but his offer was compelling.
"I'm tempted" Damien began, "But I want to hear what else you've figured out"
"Well ok, you get one for free. You two clearly know each other, as do some of the others here, but there's also a multitude of worlds, and not everyone is here. Now I don't see anyone's mommies and daddies here, but you're here, so there's a relation. Groups, certain members of groups, are here. Now you're alleged magicians, these lot have weapons, and I've had a few scraps myself, so we're all quite unique here. So let's ask ourselves, why isn't the whole gang here? Three options: One, they haven't finished bringing everyone in. Two, they can't bring everyone in. Three, they've brought us in specifically for a reason. Personally, I believe in motives, so the last option seems most promising."
Damien thought for a second, "Well I'll be, it's kind of obvious, but well phrased.. We've all been chosen for a reason."
"Bingo, he gets it. You in or out?"
Damien looked from Oliver to Ice, "Yeah. If you're in Oliver then I'm in, sooner we get to the bottom of this the sooner we can stop the Magus."

Ice turned to Oliver, Annita, and Nayiana, "Come on Oliver, be somebody. Strength in numbers right."

[Nicsp]

Oliver held his head as his headache slowly disappeared again. He stared at Damien and pondered about the words he had just heard. "Stop...The Magus..." He muttered. He then nodded in approval. "Right..." He slowly got up and sighed. "I think we should wait for a while to see if anyone else's going to show up first though, like you said, strength in numbers." He crossed his arms and laughed slightly.

Annita nodded. "Va bene, i also have a lot to do back in my world so i suppose it makes sense for me to tag along, count me in."

Nayiana dropped her head to the side, letting out a short purr similar to a cat's. "Ah well yeah, i suppose i should get back to my world. This one is nice and all but my family and friends back at Tipa are depending on me, can't fail then."

[Milton Monday]

The first thing Agatha Asimov noticed when she awoke was that she was about five feet underwater.

It was, after all, very difficult not to notice.

Her eyes flew wide open and she flailed wildly. Having grown up in a landlocked village, Aggie was not a very good swimmer. Somehow, she managed to work her way to the surface, waving her arms and screaming like a mad woman. Suddenly, she felt something soft bump up against her, and looked down to see some sort of colorful hoop floating in the water in front of her. She grabbed onto it for dear life and felt herself being tugged along.
Eventually Aggie reached the shore and dragged herself up, laying on the hard ground, coughing and sputtering. "Welcome to Rorrim," came a voice. Aggie looked up to see the grinning face of a tall, dark skinned man in a sharp, white suit with a neatly trimmed beard.
"Er..." Aggie began eloquently as she scrambled to her knees, "What?" She scanned her surroundings. The body of water she was in was a large swimming pool. It was surrounded by odd wicker chairs sitting next to small tables with multicolored parasols sticking out of them. There were men, women and... things lounging about, wearing nothing but strange underwear and dark glasses. A few were staring at her, making her feel self-conscious and embarrassed, even though they were the ones that were half naked.
The man fixed her with a sympathetic gaze, "Everyone is confused at first. Do you remember anything?"
Aggie tilted her heard. It felt oddly heavy and fuzzy, "I'm Aggie Asimov... I think? I was somewhere... doing... something?" Aggie was used to her mind working a lot faster, and her mental sloth was beginning to irritate her.
"Everybody is somewhere, doing something," The man said with a laugh, "Your memory will return eventually, unless of course, it doesn't."
"That's not very reassuring," She said, retrieving a towel from her purse, and working at toweling off her hair, "The funny thing is, I don't remember having amnesia".
"Very droll, miss, very droll," The man started to walk off, "Come, you have friends waiting,"
"Friends?" Aggie murmured inquisitively. She knew she had friends, of course, but she was at the moment a bit unclear as to who they might be. She picked herself up and followed the strange man.

The man opened a door and motioned inside. Aggie nodded and trudged on, still quite damp. She was halfway through the door when she turned and began to speak, only to find her host had vanished. She blinked and shrugged, figuring that she could count herself fortunate if that were the strangest thing to happen today.
She entered the room, and looked around. She recognized a couple of faces, but she couldn't think of the names to match them. She shook her head, trying to clear the lingering cobwebs out, before beginning to pace around the room, "You," she said pointing at Damien, "You, I know. And you," She indicated Oliver with a quick nod before turning to the masked man, "And that, is a ridiculous outfit. And, I..." Aggie slumped down into a nearby chair, "I am thoroughly confused."

This post has been edited by Milton Monday: Mar 6 2011, 05:21 PM

[Nicsp]

Oliver chucked, playing with his hair as he stared at Aggie. "The name's Oliver, in case you don't remember, Agatha. And he's Damien. These others with us are Ice, Nayiana and Annita, we just met them now." Oliver sighed, they'd have to explain their theories all the way again to Aggie, but just then he noticed Aggie was soaked. "You may want a change of clothes, Miss Asimov." He chuckled and then pointed to the way to another room. "I woke up in that room and i'm sure i saw a dresser in there, it'd be a good idea for you to search for some clothes in there." Oliver took a seat on a random chair and then continued. "Try not to think too hard about your memories, trust me, it will just give you a headache." Oliver muttered.

[Firefly]

Alaster and Kira

"Alaster... Alaster... Alaster, wake up before I step on your face."

Alaster's eyes lazily opened, he felt the cold, hard ground underneath him "Did I... did I fall asleep playing? No, don't answer, this isn't even my room. Was I mugged?" He turned his head and saw Kira sitting up next to him "Did I... do something I'm probably going to regret later?" She turned to look at him "No and no. I don't know what's going on, look at our clothes." Alaster looked at her, she was dressed oddly, like a pirate, or... like her World character. Alaster looked at himself, he was dressed as his World character! "Oh no... did we cosplay? God have mercy on our souls." Alaster stood up, expecting to be sore, but he wasn't, in fact, he felt great, superhuman even, like he could take on the world. "What's happened?" Kira stretched and doubt crossed her face "This isn't natural. Why do I feel so... awesome?"

Alaster opened to palm of his hand and imagined a controller, he input commands into the controller in his mind and suddenly fire burst open in his palm, Alaster gasped and Kira looked over "What?" Alaster showed her and Kira's jaw dropped. "I wonder..." Alaster thought as he turned his back on Kira, he extinguished the flame and thought about another control input, a glob of black dots started to gather in his palm, not good. Kira shook her head, "We need to find out where we are and what we're doing here. Is there anybody around to ask?" Alaster scanned the area, a grassy plain... and a familiar face. Suddenly somebody spoke from behind them "You have arrived." Both looked behind them and saw a tall, lanky, pale faced man smiling at them.

"Welcome to Rorrim. If you want answers then please, follow me."

[FlyingWeaselMan]

Alex woke with a start. He was panting very hard, apparently something had happened before he woke up, probably a nightmare. When he woke he found himself in the middle of a field. This confused him and he looked around. He was in a pasture, alone apparently. He didn't know why or how he got here but he immediately assumed that he was in "The World" but upon looking around more intently he found that this was not anyplace he recognized from the game. He didn't remember any postings from CC corp about a new area or an event nor had he heard anyone hinting at a surprise event. Rumors usually got around no matter how tightly you monitor the flow of information. All in all he had honestly no clue where he was at the present.

He searched his recent memories for anything that could hint at where he was. All he could remember from recent days was wanting to help out a friend with their struggles that were tied directly to "The World". He had deduced that he wasn't there so he had to be somewhere in the real world. Alex ran his fingers through his hair but something startled him. It was longer than he had been wearing it. He quickly examined his hair and discovered it to be the golden blond hair color of his character from "The World" Maldrid. He glanced over his clothing to find that it was all consistent with his character. Strange, he thought. He looked up and examined the landscape for any nearby source of water to view his reflection. Upon finding one he looked into it. His theory was correct he was playing his character. He moved his hands to take off the terminal that was used to connect him to the game. When he did this he discovered to his horror that there was no terminal there to speak of. He sat down for a moment and pondered the possibilities. The likely story was that he was suffering from a coma that tied him into "The World" but that was ruled out immediately by the fact that he wasn't anywhere in the game. He would find answers.

From where Alex was sitting he noticed several more people all around with a dazed look on their faces. This was perfect. He could ask around if anyone knew where they where and find any similarities between them all. He proceeded to question anyone that he could talk to. Most of the responses he was given were generally the same. Most of the people around had no clue where or what all of them were doing here. He started hearing whispers that they had all been spirited away to a new world. Alex wasn't sure what to believe right now until he could get some concrete evidence. After several more minutes he started to see a few people go into what looked to be a club. Alex decided to go into the club, he thought he might as well instead of standing around like a clueless idiot. When he was inside there were a few people around the room but there was a noticeably large gathering in one part of the room. They all were conversing about their memories of where they came from. It was interesting to Alex, they all came from different backgrounds and maybe, he thought, different worlds altogether. One of them mentioned strength in numbers and after listening to the conversation and the amount of people that were here he decided he might as well join them. He walked up to them, "It might be a bit presumptuous of me but would you allow me to join your group. It makes a bit more sense to me than going about this wierdness alone. May I?"

[Omnial]

Ryo

"Grah....ughhh...ouff..." A small dwarf of a man with a large beard drew his last breath as a bronce lance was pulled from his body. "Tell me I'm dead, You better have something better to say then that if you are planning on taking me to a room alone you ugly midget" Ryo stood against the wall and flicked his hair to the side, eyes closed, he gave a slight wave to his partner, signaling he was done with him. "Well that was rather dull, but can you guys explain why we had to kill the ugly rodant?" He spoke aloud, but he was the only living one in the room. He was a coniving wretch of a man master, it was in our best interest to end him. The femanine voice of Siren chorused through his mind. "Fair enough...and he was ugly, so I guess that means it wasn't a bad deed." He shrugged as he got off the wall and walked towards the rooms door. He opened it and the mixed smell oil, blood, bo, and many other scents rushed through his nostrils. Ryo let out a moan, More ugly people keep arriving... With his head held high, he shoved past many different characters, bigger than him, taller then him, more likely stronger than him too, But he didn't care, he was better looking after all, and beauty was a pass to everything in life. His at least.

So this world is supposedly the after life? or just some second world to live in? What a load of shit...right? Ryo looked around, judging everyone in the room, no one really caught his interest, which didn't suprise him at all.


Cryto

Cryto walked hesitantly with the man, leading him towards what looked to be a club of sorts, "So...This world may or may not be a second chance at life, and I may or may not find someone I may know here?" Sounds like a the story to a game some kid made up in elementry school.

The man nodded, and opened the door for him, leaving right after the door shut behind Cryto.

"Woah...." Cryto was in awe. He had never seen so many differnt cultures and looks in one place before. With his geeky background he was able to identify quite a few of them, but all that did was suprise him more. Aren't those suposed to be fake? What is going on here? Mind fuuuuuuuck? He started to slowly walk into the building, getting weird looks from some people, and giving even wierder ones back, haha, this is almost fun. He then noticed a man with a smiley face mask, Damn, he wins this round. He chuckled, he wasn't sure what to expect here, so he was just going to treat it like a game and have fun with it. As he continued to make faces at random people he noticed somethiing oddly familiar, it was one of the people gathering over there, he recognised him, "Another player?" Without hesitation Cryto aproached the man with blonde hair, "Maldrid?"

[FlyingWeaselMan]

Alex was waiting for a reply from the group that he had so boldly approached. He figured that it made more sense right now to join them than to simply be a bystander. He wouldn't allow it. He wanted to do something and find out where they were and why they had been brought here. As of now none of this made any sense to him and he would get to the bottom of this. More confusing than ever was the fact that he had become his character from the game that he liked to play. Why not be brought to this world in his normal body? Before his question could be answered he heard a familiar voice behind him, calling his character's name. He turned to see a friend, but more importantly their character. With a look of confusion he said, "Cryto? No, Lucien. I hope that you know what is happening here. Why are we in our characters? This isn't "The World" it is some place entirely different altogether. This isn't a game, I've tried to remove the console, nothing works. It appears that this has become our reality."

Alex turned his head back to the group he was talking to before, "It seems that all of them had been brought here from different worlds. That is all that I can deduce from the way they have been reacting to each other and from their way of dressing." He addressed the group, "Am I right about that much?"

This post has been edited by FlyingWeaselMan: Mar 7 2011, 09:16 AM

[Sparrowsmith]

Damien lit up, "Aggie! We have the magic crew, I have to know if your powers work, wait no, best get yourself dried up first, We'll talk whenever." he exclaimed, trying to take his mind away from the missing voice in his head. Ice looked around nervously, "Lucky for some. Listen, if we run into anyone I know it might be best if we escape sharpish... I've dabbled in some unsavory stuff."
Damien looked inquisitively, "Haven't we all?"
"You don't know the half of it." Ice replied.
As the sounds of chatter rose the group was approached by two others. "Pretty much right." Damien said to the newcomer, "You're welcome to join so long as your useful, his rules." he said pointing to Ice.

[Milton Monday]

Aggie nodded, "Well, I suppose I'd better dry off. If I'm supposed to be 'dead', I can't very well go around catching cold, now can I?" She stood up and started towards the room Oliver indicated and shut the door behind her.
As Aggie undressed, she felt her mind beginning to work again. Her memories were still unclear, but two things were.
She wasn't dead, she couldn't be. She was wet, and hence corporeal, and she almost drowned earlier. She was fairly certain people didn't drown in Heaven. The concept of being resurrected was even more ridiculous, everything she knew about magic said that resurrection was impossible. It could be faked through several techniques, people coming back to life was a fairy tale. Dead people were dead, end of story.
The second, and more alarming thing, was that her mind was being tampered with. She began rummaging through the drawers and found only men's clothing. With a shrug, she reached down into her purse and pulled out a fresh outfit, and laid it on the bed. She overlooked it and noticed something odd. She was absolutely certain that skirt used to be green. It was purple. She looked down at the dark blue towel she held in her hand. She could have sworn her towel was pink. Aggie decided a test was in order. She reached into her purse and pulled out a silk top hat, and placed it top down on the mattress.
She tapped on the brim a few times and spoke the words to a cantrip, feeling the familiar rush of magic flowing through her. In a few moments a rabbit peeked out and stared at her. Aggie gave a sigh of relief and started ti dress when she heard a small, masculine voice say, "Well done, madame!" The voice came from the rabbit. Aggie turned to face it and the rabbit turned away, "Oh, dear! Cover your shame, miss!"
"You... can talk?" Aggie dressed hurriedly as her face turned bright red, "B...But, you're not supposed to talk! You've never talked before!"
"The laws of magic seem to be a little different here," the hare said, his little nose twitching, "Yes, just slightly. You smell lovely, by the way. Like strawberries."
Aggie gaped, "Tell me, am I going mad?"
The rabbit thought on that for a little bit, "Who can say? Reality is ultimately subjective," his ears twitched a bit, "Well, I've business to be on. Fare you well!" With that, the lagomorph simply vanished into thin air.

Aggie returned and sat quietly for a while, completely dumbfounded by what had happened, when a thought struck her. Here they were, people from different worlds, some of them different species, and yet all of them spoke Lower Welstrian? Perhaps it was more than her memories being tampered with. She turned around and said, "Say, has anybody thought about we can all understand each other? I mean, you can't all be speaking Lower Welstrian, but that's what I'm hearing," She paused for a bit before turning back around and studying a rather nice still life painting in the far wall, "Oh, well. Maybe somebody stuck a fish in our ears when we weren't looking."

This post has been edited by Milton Monday: Mar 7 2011, 05:46 PM

[Firefly]

Alaster and Kira

Alaster and Kira were ushered into a building by the man. Kira gazed at the interior design of the place, she was expecting a pool table, and maybe a bar, but instead she saw hieroglyphs, leopard skins, a (hopefully) fake copy of the Declaration of Independance, among other extravagant items inside the walls, she was about to go explore but Alaster tugged roughly on her arm, "Don't wander off, we don't know where we are. We need to stick together until we find out what's going on." Kira pulled her arm from him, he was right, of course, so she just settled for looked around.

"So what do you think's happened, Kira?" Alaster asked, she shook her head, "I honestly don't know, whatever's happened we should probably get out of here as soon as we can." Alaster nodded, "That'd be good. Though, I think that, hear me out here, we've somehow- Kira! Look over there!" Alaster turned Kira's head over to the strangely familiar guy. "Oh wow!" Kira gasped, "That's... that's... y'know. I really can't remember his name." Alaster cackled, "Lucas? I don't know, but I do remember that he's one of Basil's friends... I think." Kira popped her knuckles "Now I remember him! He was one of Borealis' crew, while you were fighting Borealis I was fighting all of them. I've got a score to settle with that guy." Kira moved towards Cryto, Alaster followed right behind, "Well well well, look what the cat dragged in, chewed up, and pissed on." Alaster said as he shoved past a blonde haired guy near Cryto, Kira tapped Cryto's shoulder, "We've got some questions we'd like to ask you, buddy."

[FlyingWeaselMan]

Considering that he was now his character he assumed that he had all the abilities that he'd acquired for him. "I think you won't have much of a problem on that part for being useful. I'll cooperate." He proceeded to listen to what anyone had to say. Anything would prove to be useful information, anything at all could be used to understand why they had all been gathered. Alex didn't like being left in the dark like this. He wanted to know what kind of world this was. It was all too foreign. People being taken and brought here from all sorts of backgrounds and worlds. He didn't like what was happening. Either they had all just become victim to the most prolific and ambitious kidnapper or they were all brought here for a reason. That reason was something that Alex wanted to find out intensely. His train of thought was interrupted by someone rudely pushing past him. Being shorter than most of the people here didn't help. Alex let out a "Hey!" as he was pushed to the side and was knocked off balance. After regaining his composure he turned to see just who had just shoved him aside. The result caused him to blink in shock. It was Alaster! if this was the same case as himself and Lucien then it was very likely to be Alaster fused with his character, and Kira was with him as well! He decided to take the risk, "Alaster, what was that for!"

[Omnial]

"This may not be a game, But I am going to treat it as one." Cryto shrugged, "No use being uptight just because of the unknown, I'm just going to kick it till the answer drops on me." Thinking about this place too much will do no good but drive people insane, same with why I am in this body.

Cryto felt a tap on his shoulder and an almost naustalgic voice speaking, Could it really be? He turned around, lo and behold, it was just who he thought it would be Alaster. Cryto burst out laughing, "Oh my god! you seem just as much the arrogent prick as you where back in highschool!" He continued with his laughter, tears starting to come out his eyes, "Jeeze, I haven't seen you in how long? Although, I'm a little suprised to see you in cosplay!" He snickered as he tried to hold another laughing fit, Then he noticed something strangegly odd, and his tone drifted more seriously, "And I'm even more suprised you look exactly the same as you did back then..." He eyed Kira and Alaster up. He spoke to Alex without looking at him, "Hey Mald-Er...Alex? Don't they look a little...odder than usual to you?"