Forsaken Birth RP, Cross-Over ! Options

[Trickster]

I floated lonely as a cloud, wondering what the Hell was going on.

Track
Track awoke. And didn't do much else. He looked around him briefly after gaining consciousness, or life or... Whatever he was gaining. Track was never a scientific man, but this was undeniably Heaven. Or Hell. Purgatory? Whatever it was, it didn't look all that bad. Then there was a distinct sound, one he had gone quite a while without hearing; voices. They were coming from his right, which is where he began to walk.
Is this... Really where victims of Kira could go...? Perhaps just a general afterlife? Am... Am I even dead? Track began to think to himself, pinching his right thigh. He didn't wake up.

Footsteps echoeing as he walked, Track reached what seemed to be a gathering place.
"The fuck is this about...?" He asked, a look of confusion on his face. That's when a very prominant figure stoof out from the crowd. A face Track would never forget. Track didn't react, instead acting completely normal.

Satan was among the people in the room.

Musei
Musei had been floating above the gathering hall as people flooded the room. He was interested in every one, but for now would remain in the shadows rather than reveal his identity. Another man, a blonde one, entered the room and his first sentence contained some rather foul language. Musei blessed himself with one hand for the man...
Unnecessary swearing... God forgive you...

((OOC: Weak post.))

This post has been edited by Trickster: Mar 8 2011, 02:02 PM

[Firefly]

Alaster and Kira

"I'm honored you recognized me, Lucien. Or should I say Crypto?" Alaster said with a smirk, "It would appear that we're in a bit of a bind, though not the 'I'm trapped in my World character' kind of bind, but the 'Where the hell are we?' kind of bind." Kira stepped in front of Alex, blocking him from Alaster and Crypto. Alaster at the same time took a step back and imagined the controls, Alaster's class shifted to Shadow Warlock, "Vak Don!" Alaster shouted and a fireball emerged from his hand, "Now I don't want to make a scene..." Alaster said, waving the fireball around, "...so I'll cut you a deal. You were always a smart one, Crypto, you always had an air of mystery about you. Or maybe you just stink, either way, me and Kira here want answers, and we'd rather have them sooner rather then later. So here's the deal: You tell me what the hell's going on around here, or direct me to somebody that might now, and I won't burn this place, and everyone in it, to the ground."

[Nicsp]

Oliver

Oliver sighed heavily, shrugging and waving his arms around. "Everywhere we go, there's always trouble, even if it's in another world." As soon as Oliver finished saying that, his massive crystal wing transformed into a crystalline wall which put itself between Alaster and Crypto. Oliver then continued. "I suggest you to settle down, we don't know anything either but are currently trying to figure it out." Despite trying to calm down Alaster, Oliver kept ready, at the first sign of a quick movement he would have his crystal quickly wrap itself around Alaster as if trying to contain him.

Annita

Grunted heavily. "Merda...As if it wasn't enough a violent person now we get a violent person who can shoot fire out of their hands." Ahhh...But that just adds to the challenge...Let me take over, let me fight, let me fight! Shut up, it's my body too and i'm not letting you put it in danger just because you want a challenge. You're boring, did anyone ever tell you that? You did, quite a few times, i don't pay much attention though, in case you didn't notice yet. Remind me to stab myself before handing control of this body back to you next time i take over. You wouldn't dare... Try me.

[FlyingWeaselMan]

"I don't want to be caught in a fight between you two," Alex said sternly while looking to the both of them. He was surprised when Kira stepped in front of him in order to block him from Alaster. Fighting amongst themselves would not get them anywhere. If anybody wanted to find out answers to what they all were doing here then fighting each other would not procure any answers, only more questions. "Alaster, I suggest you calm down. He doesn't know anything more about this situation than you do, and neither do I for that matter. Fighting each other would be useless," Alex said as plainly and as calmly as possible. Almost in agreement with him a crystal wall inserted itself in between Alaster and Lucien. Alex sighed, "Please don't act rashly. I'd take his advice" He looked over to Oliver and nodded his thanks. If fighting ensued between all of them then the whole thing would be all for naught.

[Omnial]

Cryto laughed, "Just as cocky as ever." He turned his back to the crystaline wall, "If you feel you need to fight me kid, go right on and try, win or lose, I would be the only one to gain anything." His tone was sharp and mockful, "To a degree, they are right on me not knowing much more, but unless both you and kira bit the dust at the same time, at the same age, without any of us catching wind, I've already found two very juicey pieces of information." I have don't believe I died, so dying here, or seeing death here, might show something, and I highly doubt this merry bunch would let him kill me even if he tried, Times have changed, I hold all the cards this time. He smirked, eagerly awaiting a response.

[Sparrowsmith]

Damien shook his head dismally at the commotion, a discerning look spreading across his face as he realised his magic seemed to be the only kind non-functioning. Ice caught onto this worry and latched on.
"Don't worry, in my experience the greatest weapon is a strong mind, not a tool." He began, beginning to boast his achievements, "Where I come from there was... a weapon. All those before me who came close to the weapon were destroyed by it, but through luck, or perhaps skill, I came to posses it, and using the tool, I succeeded in bringing down all of those who stood in my way. Then I destroyed it, moved away, and lived a life of... peace."
Damien smiled, "You trying to say that knowledge is more powerful than its applications."
"Exactly"
"Well thanks. I appreciate the sentiment, but I'm used to being a bigger player. I'll have to play back in magician until things change."
Damien looked around for Ice, but he seemed distracted. He stood transfixed, like a ghost had stumbled into the room and screamed his name, his true name. Trembling, he took his right arm, brought it to his mouth, and with one extended index finger pleaded Track for just one thing: Silence.

[Firefly]

Alaster and Kira

As the crystal wall arose from the ground Alaster's muscles tensed, getting ready to fire. Kira intercepted, "Alaster, stop. We can handle Cryto easily but we don't know anything about this newcomer." Alaster looked at her, then smirked. The fire turned black, then seperated into dots, the dots latched onto the crystal and opened a hole in it, allowing Alaster to look at Cryto clearly. "Obviously, our friends are scared we might cause some disturbance. Understandable, I would wreck you and this place in seconds." Kira sighed, "Alaster, why don't you let me do the talking?" Alaster rolled his eyes and stepped back, Kira stepped forward, "Okay, Cryto. Obviously you don't understand much more than we do, you know you can't beat us, I imagine that you would've told us anything by now." The AIDA dots attached to the crystal left and returned to Alaster.

Kira looked at Alaster "Bit the dust? I have a dozen questions for that." Alaster pondered this, "And I have twenty-two possible solutions to each one, sixteen resulting hypotheses and counter-theorems, eight abstract speculations, a quadrilateral equation, two axioms, and a limerick." Kira giggled and turned away, "I'll explore a little. Don't blow anything up." She left, leaving Alaster alone. "Well..." Alaster said to the present company, "If I'm not going to prove how awesome I am then I suppose I should take my leave too." Alaster turned to Cryto and Alex, "I'll be watching you two..." Alaster turned to Oliver and snickered, then walked past Alex and into the crowd.

This post has been edited by Firefly: Mar 9 2011, 07:30 PM

[Omnial]

"And I really wanted him to start something too!" Cryto pouted, "How lame." He chuckled, "For future reference, that guy is not to be trusted, is dangerous, and will always look down on you. And now that he is gone, time for a juicey piece I've just discovered thanks to him." Cryto stood slightly away from the group so that everyone could see and hear him, "It seems that just because we are from the same world, it doesn't mean we are from the same time. Our good friend Alaster, still looks like a highschooler to me." He pointed to himself, "But I went to school with him, the same class, and later graduated and went on to college. I'm Twenty Three." If they can't at least piece together what I just said, they are stupider then the clothes they wear. His thoughts where quite ironic as he was dressed as a video game character would be.

[FlyingWeaselMan]

OOC: bleh, sucky post.

IC:
Alex looked to Lucien and blinked in amazement. He hadn't thought of that before. Different time periods for those that came into this world from the same world. It was a little hard to grasp but Alex embraced the concept. It was a little unfortunate that Alaster was his high school self. Back then they had all been a little more reckless then and certain grudges and inhibitions had been instilled but over time they eventually got over them. Alex said to Lucien, "I'm in my twenties. You and I should be from the same general time period. You remember college, don't you?" He hoped that Alaster would get over his little fit and come to terms with Lucien. He remembered that that did eventually happen so he had good hopes for them.

[Trickster]

Track walked deeper into the room, catching Ice's gesture. Track was probably the last person good ol' Icey boy wanted to see, but Track had to smiled as he walked. Normally when life handed him lemons, they had a tendency to explode and burst acid into his eyes and annoy him. But this was a non-explosive lemon, one that he could peel of and squeeze into any drink he wanted without fear of going blind. He planned to do so. He planned to conduct a beautiful cocktail with this; it would be no Shinigami Coffee, but in the afterlife anything would do.
"Ice, I can't believe it's you!" Track cheered with excitement, dashing to Ice with his arms outstretched. He wrapped them around the man in a manly man's man hug, with false joy. "Kill me once again, and I promise you're fucked. Fail to kill me, and you're fucked. Understand this." Track whispered discreetly into his ear, a smile still on his face. He then stepped back, his smile fading to show that he was serious.

Reunions are always fun.

Musei had judged the people and decided that he was there for a reason. He was obviously destined to aid God from this new universe in some way, and so to do so he would first have to introduce himself. He said a single Hail Mary before dropping from the ceiling, his wings wrapping around him as he landed, raven-like wings fluttering everywhere. From the crouching position he slowly got to his feet, looking around him.

[Sparrowsmith]

Ice was more than happy to oblige to Track's game. It was strange hearing his voice again after so long, and definitely not pleasant. He looked into Track's all too familiar eyes and whispered what was mostly truth, "I destroyed the note. That was always my intention, but I had to destroy the evidence as well. I'm sorry, truly, and you'll get your revenge by the time this is over, but for now I need your abilities if we're going to solve this mystery."
Ice turned to the group, "Everybody, this is Track. He's a detective from my world, a very skilled one. He's going to be joining us in trying to figure out what's going on here. T, this is Oliver, Aggie, Damien, Annita, Nayiana, this one's Cryto. To re-cap, we've deduced that we're all from different worlds and must be here for a reason, elementary to you, but Aggie just asked a good question: How can we understand one another?"
He briefly turned back to face Track, "Thank you."

Damien studied Ice talking to Track.
How odd. Ice has a distinct aura not unlike magic, something very powerful, but subtle... He's also awfully good at remembering names... His friend's aura seems... Angry. Vindictive even.
he stepped forwards, "Pleased to meet you Track. Forgive me if I'm wrong but, those aren't your real names are they?"

[Nicsp]

"Also..." Oliver added. "That not all of the people we meet here and that are from the same worlds are necessarily from the same time. So we likely were brought here for a reason which includes why would they want us, at the exact same times as we left." Oliver put a hand on his chin, thinking. "Which does also bring up the thought of why would anyone want me in my current state, in theory, wouldn't it be better if they got me once i became older and turned into a better mage? Unless...I died." That last part seemed more like an affirmation than a theory, but Oliver shook his head and continued. "Neverthless, "grumpy one" just now also made me realize something important, we're not the only ones in this world, i'm sure that you also have met up with other inhabitants from around these parts, no? I think one of our top priorities should be to go and ask them what they know."

Nayiana shrugged, lightly scratching her cheek and baring her fangs for a moment before starting. "Nyaaahhh...You guys are all too focused as to the "why we got here", shouldn't we try to focus rather on the "how are we going to live here"? I mean, we don't know anything about this world, what we can do in it, what we can't do in it, what we shouldn't do in it" Her eyes got suddenly serious, assuming cat-like features and giving off an uneasy feeling to those that were looking. "What would be the consequences..." Her features returned to normal as she continued. "We should ask the others about that too, nyah?"

Annita scratched the back of her head. "Va bene, summing up, we should find out how this world works, why are we here and how can we understand each other, although i guess that falls under how this world works..." She stopped for a moment to think. "Also, i want to check something, does any of you know of a place called Rome, i'm from there." She stopped for a moment, considering the possibility of different times. "Last time i remember checking it was the year of 1501, after the death of christ." She looked around at everyone. Why are you sharing such information...? I'd feel better if i wasn't the only one from my world. What are you hoping for? Bonding? Please... Just...Look, there's no harm in asking, bene?

[Sparrowsmith]

Ice nodded to Annita, "In our world there is a place called Rome, though it was a good five hundred years later for us and we lived much further east than there. I'm not sure if that necessarily makes our worlds the same, but an interesting development all the same. Rome is hardly the highlight of my knowledge, so I'm not sure if we can compare notes... But the timelines would make sense, and our world also contained a religious figure known as Jesus Christ."

[Trickster]

((OOC: Whoot, a thousand posts. ))

Track...

Track nodded at Damien.
"You're right, they're not. We... Well I don't fully know wha-..." Track glanced at Ice. A notebook...? What's he talking about? He decided not to tell the truth and pretend he knew what he had been doing in his world. "...We were doing very discreet operations, so... We were forced to adopt aliases. As for why we can understand eachother... I would imagine we're talking our own language and this... "Afterlife" is somehow translating it to the language that each of our individual ears can understand? Or maybe there's a single language here and while we think we're talking our language, it's actually being translated into this 'general tongue'. Really no way to make sense of this but I'd imagine this is more than a simple "Heaven" or "Hell", since if that were the case there'd be countless trillions of people here. It seems we have been chosen for something, us, rather than everyone else who's died in the world." As Track finished talking, he drew an all too familiar chess piece from his pocket; the black knight piece which had cuts and scrapes and chunks driven into its wooden shell, dried blood dotting parts of it. It was a disturbing thought. As Track began to roll it around in his palm, he noticed another familiar face.

K-Kira... He thought to himself as the Kira in his mind returned once more, standing at the back wall of the room. Still he had no idea what Kira was, but... Seeing that face reminded him of the name.

This post has been edited by Trickster: Mar 11 2011, 03:56 PM

[Nicsp]

((OOC: "Yo Trickster i'm really happy for you and i'mma let you finish, but Sparrowsmith has 3.5 k posts and counting...!" Sorry, i couldn't resist, congrats on getting your first thousand posts >w<))

Annita crossed her arms and nodded. "I see..." She put her hand in her chin, thinking. "You could very well be from my future..." Annita nodded in agreement with herself. You could ask him about... No. Knowing the future is a dangerous knowledge, especially if it's shared with someone like you. Thanks for the vote of confidence... Annita snapped out of her monologue and said. "Regardless, should we wait for the person who's been holing us up in here to come back or should we go search? I'll just leave the decision up to you guys, thinking's not really my thing, i just kill things." Technically, that's MY job, you're better at running away and sneaking, as useless as it is. Why do you annoy me so much? It's my entretainment. I hate you. You mad?

[Milton Monday]

Aggie had spent most of the conversation not really paying attention, but instead seemed to be toying with her purse, pulling random objects in and out. It wasn't that she wasn't interested in the conversation, or that she didn't deem it important, but rather that she was becoming increasingly irritated with the warped nature of magic in Rorrim. Her purse, which had never exhibited such odd behavior on Alsta, had suddenly decided that it had a bit of an artistic soul. As with her clothes and towel, everything that came out of it was the wrong color, and it changed each time. She started with a simple hairbrush, one which she remembered being simple polished wood. The first time she pulled it out, it was a dark red. Then it was bright yellow. Then a tasteless hot pink. And then it was hideous, cringe-inducing plaid. Her other belongings had similar symptoms. She decided it could be worse,. Nothing had shown any signs of becoming self aware or explosive.
Her ears perked up when she heard her name, bringing her back into the conversation.
"Me, I don't buy the whole 'afterlife' thing either. One's own death is a once in a lifetime event, after all. You'd think I'd remember it. Besides, I'm too young and adorable to die," Aggie grinned and stood up with a little hop. She cleared her throat and started pacing, "We're being toyed with. Our memories are being repressed, our perceptions are being altered. If we're being translated for, who knows what else is being quietly slipped into our heads," She motioned back towards the room she changed in, "I just had a brief but meaningful conversation about the nature of reality with a rabbit up there. I don't think I'm insane... not just yet."
She stopped in the middle of the room and began tottering on the balls of her feet, "Maybe I'm just being paranoid, but I've seen too much bad magic to take anything so improbable as 'Hi! You're dead, welcome to Heaven!' at face value. I'll say this, though. If our host doesn't show up soon, I say at least a few of us should go out looking. We can't act without knowledge, and we'll learn more about this 'afterlife' by seeing and doing then by having some windbag talk at us for an hour, anyway."
Despite the problems with her magic and the nagging suspicion that the whole situation was one big, overwrought con, Aggie was excited. She vaguely remembered something she had to do at home, but she swatted it away. There were new people to meet, exotic sights to see, luxurious accommodations, and even a little mystery to solve. Sort of like a theme vacation, she thought.

This post has been edited by Milton Monday: Mar 11 2011, 06:17 PM

[Sparrowsmith]

Ice rolled on his feet lightly, "One more obvious, but less likely, scenario is that we are all speaking the same language. I've heard words spoken that I have absolutely no understanding of, but that must be meaningful. If something was translating for us I would be able to say something like "Shinigami" and you would all know what it means. If you do not know what it means then nothing is being translated, or that word simply doesn't exist in your language. Suppose we have two nations with opposing languages, you go from your nation to the other and find you can understand the people there. Which is more logical, that something is translating, or that you were never speaking different languages to begin with? We should explore all possible hypothesis before limiting ourselves to one. Sometimes the most ludicrous shoe is the one that fits."
Ice briefly turned to Aggie, "Didn't you mention something about a fish being in our ears? Is that a common saying in your world?"

[Xamusel]

(OOC): I hope that I can join in soon, because I've got no idea what the hell is going on right now, so someone please put it into a nutshell for me? Thanks.

At any rate, Taikobo and Hei meet each other first off, and so on (when I can tell what's going on). I'll explain things from their perspective and such as well from their beginning to their end... if given the opportunity, anyway, though I really don't know.(/OOC)

[FlyingWeaselMan]

Alex had almost laughed out loud when he heard the mention of a fish being in their ears when the topic was on why everyone could understand each other. There was a slight possibility, however small that was, that there was a fish in their ears translating things for them. After waking up in his character's body he'd believe almost everything at this point in time. He kept his mind open to the possibilities. They all appeared to be speaking the same language and figuring out why exactly. Several theories had been presented and Alex liked the one that each of them had their languages translated into one. "What if there are multiple groups that have their languages translated into another one than the one that we are speaking together? We don't know for certain if there is [/b[one[b] universal language. I'm just throwing the possibility up there. Though, I'm not certain of its relevance," Alex added to the discussion.

[Omnial]

"Its very clear who where intellectuals before they came to where ever we are. You are all looking deeply into this whole 'who the hell are we speaking and understanding each other' thing" Cryto started pacing, "I would assume we all came here, or arrived recently, we know little to nothing about this world or its history, and we have no clue if anyone here even knows about its history. The way you all seem to talk about someone bringing us here, makes me uneasy, I'm not a pawn to be played." He looked over at Ice and Track, "You two claim to be detectives, just from that claim, I don't trust either of you anymore. I used to watch spy movies, I know how you work!" Cryto raised his chin arrogantly, awaiting the two men's responses.