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Post by Sairei on Thu Mar 23, 2017 8:52 pm

Thray spent the ride in silence even as the sun dipped in the sky, his mood deteriorating with every passing minute. Traveling in an unfamiliar vehicle with unfamiliar beings in an unfamiliar landscape on an unfamiliar world under unfamiliar—though very faint—stars had its way of crushing any positivity he might’ve held onto. At least for the moment no one was bothering him. Even the sunset somehow felt insulting; he hadn’t had to witness one alone in a long time. And of course, there was the very real possibility that his wife was dead by now.

Aching inside, he grumbled incoherently as the bus slowed to a stop outside of some massive building. Its size was impressive to say the least, though it didn’t look very pretty. What an awful color choice. Black would have been appropriate, or even slate. White marble? Who was he to say, he was no architect. Maybe some of the others shared this sentiment, though he doubted that was the reason there were so many upset aliens rushing for the doors.

Busy place, he thought. Fantastic. More crowds. He didn’t stand up from his seat yet, though he was cramped and fairly sure both of his legs were asleep. Growling, he sat up straighter and attempted to work the kinks out of his back.
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Post by Glict on Sat Mar 25, 2017 11:37 pm

Goose climbed out of the bus, and stared up at the building. Hopefully there's food here, he thought to himself. He was so hungry that he could've eaten a horse, though he usually doesn't like the taste of horse meat, which effectively makes use of such an idiom pointless.

Thukr crawled out of the bus, with a newfound bob in her movement that made her look like she was using legs to walk, even though that wasn't the case. With the sky slowly darkening overhead, Thukr's sudden mobility was sure to end, at least until she was exposed to the sun again. Her smell began to linger once more.

Du-Gant, still on the bus, seemed confused and almost fearful that the sun was slowly leaving them. He said to Desin with a quiet scream, "Where esat esat sun going? In my previous realm, sun stayed in sky forever!"
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Post by Canis_Dirus on Sun Mar 26, 2017 3:47 pm

"In other realms such as this one, the sun is only in the sky for part of the time. However it comes back after a time" Desin answered Du-Gant.
He looked out of the bus windows at the beings coming to greet them with a little bit of displeasure, as he didn't want to be at the center of attention right now. However he then remembered that it would be a perfect opportunity to slip away if he wanted to.
With that thought in mind, he stood and walked towards the door, before stepping out of the bus into the cool evening air. It felt much better than the interior of the vehicle, in which the stench from the others as well as the poor humidity and temperature that seemed universal to all buses was ever present.

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Post by Tarragon on Sun Mar 26, 2017 8:03 pm

Lynn & Elysia
 
Lynn looked over at the human-looking girl, a touch of uneasiness visible on his face, “I question if that shape-shifter will let me live long enough to get there. I am convinced that at some point she will attempt to eliminate me, as I was pursuing her on the behalf of a mage’s guild before we passed through a portal. She has killed multiple people, and I am quite surprised nobody seems to be concerned by this. I have been stranded alongside a mortal enemy, and she clearly hates me. She makes no attempt to hide that.” He kept his voice even, and though he didn’t seem outright terrified, he still sounded more stressed than what was probably healthy.
 
“Wrong…” A voice calmly interrupted, as the cat slowly padded past, rust-colored eyes gazing at Lynn with a look that held a deep warning that what she was about to say was important.
 
“When we arrived here….you did not appear to understand the situation…what has happened….you behaved as if you did not grasp that this was real…you acted almost as though this were some strange dream…yet even so…you continued to hurl accusations at me…even though this is not my fault, and I have harmed no one since we came here…” Elysia began slowly, “…I was thinking to myself, ‘there is no way to talk sense into this person’ and I wanted to strike you…I do not want to hurt you…but you must understand…I can only take so much nonsense, and in truth, while my tongue may be sharp, I hate pointless arguing...”
 
The cat flicked her tail with a touch of irritation, “I see now…however…you have a healthy fear of me…and what may happen, now that we are no longer in our world…you have finally recognized our situation…” She added, a glint in her eyes, “I assure you…I don’t intend to take revenge…but…your magic…you wish to know why it doesn’t work on me…? It is because you, as a self-taught mage, while you have done extremely well on your own…you do not quite do everything in a proper way. Your mana-channeling techniques…you do create a working spell…but you are using more mana than needed, and the effects are not as strong.”
 
Lynn stared at the cat, looking uncomfortable, though he seemed to be accepting the harsher statements, and perhaps even listening with interest to the final bits about magic, “…I have successfully practiced my trade for years. So is it true that you belonged to a guild, that you can make that claim?”
 
The shape-shifter twitched one ear, “…Of course, I belonged to a guild, but it wasn’t those people who taught me what I know. I am a shape-shifter, I am a magical creature as well as a human. I inherently know certain forms of magic, but I was taught most of what I know by dragons.” She tilted her head, “I can teach you the proper techniques for your spells, minus discussion about how to properly roast a goat whole.”
 
With this, the cat padded off the bus, shape blurring as it turned into a tall, cloaked female figure, the black mage’s robes shimmering faintly, the threads containing mana spun into the fabric. The woman stopped quietly beside the other Travelers who were waiting outside the bus, patiently talking to greeters as they passed. Elysia, however, only smiled and shook her head when someone came to her, opting not to speak, rusty, amber-colored eyes gleaming, as if she was highly pleased with what she had just told the mage.
 
 
Meanwhile, Lynn, still on the bus, stared after Elysia for a moment, and looked back at the human girl sitting across from him in the aisle, “I do not know if I should be happy to suddenly have a teacher from a guild, or if I should be terrified, knowing who that teacher is.” He said, frowning.
 
 
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Slowly, each Traveler was ushered off of their vehicle, and herded into the main building while the sun continued to set. Bright, harsh, fluorescent lighting made the stark white tile flooring and white-washed cinderblock walls look all the more glaring, as people entered a massive room that looked more like a warehouse or an airport, metal beams supporting the roof. Despite the sheer number of people and the huge amount of activity, a person could have sprinted the entire length of the main lobby in Central and not have run directly into anyone. Banners with flags from Earth countries, as well as designs from alien worlds that nobody recognized hung from the ceiling, and humans intermingled with creatures of every shape and size. Languages nobody understood were heard, as were tongues they did know.

 

…by the edges of the room, flowers and plants of all forms sat in large, concrete planters, and a lone cactus in a terra-cotta pot mysteriously seemed to appear in different locations, sometimes on tables, sometimes in the middle of the floor, occasionally pricking people who were unaware, and emitting high-pitched, child-like laughter as it did so.

 

Indeed, there were many strange things here.
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Re: Travelers (IC)

Post by Celo on Sun Mar 26, 2017 9:35 pm

Riley was taken aback by the man’s openness. He voiced his unease, the presence of which she knew to be a fact - and with a viable reason. To have someone openly voice such feelings was taboo to her, and she stood, stunned into silence and her smile vanishing as the Traveler who he was scared of approached. As she silently listened to the, according to the earlier statement, shape-shifter’s response to the man’s statement, Riley looked down, feeling increasing discomfort from such an important matter being discussed so openly; it certainly was different from her definition of “normal,” in which matters involving reproach and vengeful manslaughter were spoken of in hushed tones, fear of the situation never being addressed - at least, not to her. How does one react to such a scene?

The conversation offered some insight of the duo’s world to Riley - mage guilds, dragons, and such. It sounded like the fairy tales she dreamt about when a child, only now including the reality she learned as she got older: that fantasy worlds still have a lot of grit. Any book involving magic rings or cursed beings upheld the view presented by the observed conversation.

After the cat-thing left the bus and turned into a woman, Riley looked back at the man, stepping into the aisle to leave the bus. She tried to think of a reasonable statement to quell his doubts. “Her argument sounded reasonable, and considering the fact that this group that, er, picked us up specializes in examining travelers or whatever-the-heck-we-are, they are probably prepared for such situations, right?” Speaking the words made Riley think that she needed to take such things into account, but she was also sure no one had been in the circumstances she was currently in.

They were soon led into the large building, just as colorless as its exterior. The number of freaks was overwhelming, especially when the annoying cactus was observed appearing around the room - that was something Riley never thought she would see. Granted, the same went for almost every being here. Everything was out-of-place here, and it made Riley all the more uncomfortable and on-edge, the feelings always being present due to other obvious reasons. She needed to stick with someone - anyone - to make sure the rest of the Legerman crew didn’t talk to her. As long as they didn’t confront her, she should be fine.

She decided to stick with the man from the bus and added an introduction, hoping to resume their earlier conversation. “I didn’t introduce myself to you earlier - I’m Riley.”
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Post by Sairei on Sun Mar 26, 2017 10:47 pm

Hesitantly Thray followed the group of somewhat familiar aliens into the group of definitely unfamiliar aliens. There were far, far too many people for his liking and he was not at all comfortable in this building full of craziness. The teleporting prickly plant caught his eye, if only because it looked like it was moving faster than the speed of light. That, and its high-pitched giggling was grating on his nerves. If it came to close he wasn’t sure what he’d do.

Punch it, probably... Wait, no.

The plant teleported away again and he lost track of it in the chaos. Rapidly he began to feel overwhelmed. Thray, back in his own world, had spent much of his life in the silence of space aboard some ship or another with only the hum of the engines to keep him company. There were too many sounds, too many sights. It was too bright in here. Anxious, he slipped his hands into his hood and covered his ears, closing his eyes in an effort to block stimulus. It helped a little, and for the moment his nerves were calmed. This was not the time to lose his temper.

Surely his next course of action would be to find someone in charge? In the mix of aliens and other odd beings he had no clue as to whom that might be.
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Re: Travelers (IC)

Post by Glict on Mon Mar 27, 2017 8:12 pm

Goose patted Thray on the back in a rather manly manner, "You alright there, Greeny? Don't have a panic attack, that breakdown is reserved for me and me only." It seemed kind of odd that Goose would mention that with no sense of anxiety amongst him at all. The way Goose's face was poised seemed to have a false sense of security about it.
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Post by Canis_Dirus on Tue Mar 28, 2017 8:44 pm

The interior of the building and large crowd was a perfect opportunity to slip away...except that Desin still was interested in getting a map and some more information about this Cavitrum plane that he had found himself in. He decided to stick around with the crowd for a bit to see if they would be herded somewhere else now that they were all off the bus, and as he looked around, he noticed Goose speaking to one of the newer members to the group. However he did not approach them, but rather decided to speak to Lynn again.

He approached the mage, not speaking until he had arrived next to him. "So, what do you think of this world so far?" he asked nonchalantly.

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Post by Sairei on Tue Mar 28, 2017 9:03 pm

Thray recoiled sharply as the strange alien creature patted his back, yellow eyes flying open. He took a step back, keeping a healthy amount of space between him and the other being. Greeny? He’d heard better. “Don’t… don’t touch me,” he grumbled, sizing Goose up. “And I wasn’t having a panic attack. This place is just… overwhelming.” He shook his head, disturbed, but he calmed. “You wouldn’t happen to know who’s in charge around here, would you?”
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Post by Glict on Tue Mar 28, 2017 9:31 pm

Goose scoffed, "Overwhelming? I know that feel, bro, if you'll pardon my earthly references." He looked off into the distance, and then back at Thray. "Who's in charge, you ask, eh? I know a lot of ****, but nothing about this place. Reminds me of Earth, but I doubt a beanstalk like you would know what that is."
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Post by Tarragon on Wed Mar 29, 2017 3:41 pm

Lynn, Konrad, & Elysia
Lynn introduced himself with a slight, refined bow, quietly reminding himself that he was supposed to do this when he met someone new, and regretting his failure all of the previous times when he was in a situation that allowed it. Whether or not bowing or curtseying was considered normal in this world or in the ones belonging to someone else, Lynn had no idea, but he hoped it was considered a sign of respect, rather than an insult. “I am the Mage Lynn, pleased to make your acquaintance, miss Riley.” He said. Lynn’s mind was in something of a state of confusion, though it was not so much fear or being overwhelmed, as it was just simply not having any idea what was the right thing to do. Nobody could blame Lynn for this, given that the entire building was filled with individuals from perhaps hundreds of worlds, and each world was different. Although a mild amount of anxiety was evident, Lynn’s face had a distinctly curious, fascinated expression, and there was also no mistaking the open, friendly nature in his expression.
 
As he had finished introducing himself to Riley, Desin appeared and asked him about what he thought of the world so far. He turned to the man, “This world is extremely different from my own, so I cannot help but say I feel somewhat confused. Buildings have glowing objects everywhere that do not appear to be any sort of flame, and the creature who calls herself Honey has said there are objects that travel faster than speech, and machines that can transport people to the moon.” He sighed, “In my own world, I am afraid that it is far less-advanced.”
 
“-Not so, mister Mage,” A soft, French-accent interrupted Lynn’s thoughts as the towering, dragon-like being approached, looking down at Lynn meaningfully, “Many worlds with magic advance using that in place of electric power, if they do not become a conjunction of both.” He looked around at all of the people who had come from the group of buses and recently entered the building.
 
“Ah….you are….you seem to work for these people? Perhaps you know where we are supposed to go?” Lynn looked up at Konrad, mildly making a mental note that it felt strange interacting with a being that would have rivaled certain dragons in size with his height.
 
“Konrad Lochward, Escort.” He murmured, seemingly musing a bit to himself, before looking back at Lynn, and then moving his bright blue, intelligent gaze to examine Desin, and then Riley more closely. He seemed to be clever, but had an almost perturbed expression alongside this, as though some sort of doubt was constantly nagging at his mind. “Sometimes people who have no strengths or abilities….well….perhaps I should say rather often, is more like it….they come through portals, and the way home is charted to pass through dangerous worlds. The job I am tasked with is getting people of that kind home unscathed.”
 
He cleared his throat, “Now…I have been gone for four years, so…if I ignore any potential changes of leadership…” His face clouded with a touch of confusion again, before his gaze sharpened and he raised his head, “This way, this way, I remember now.” He turned and slowly began moving towards a passage tunnel of sorts on the far side of the room, where a bunch of official-looking people in suits stood. Some were human, others were not.
 
Lynn briefly stared after Konrad, before glancing at Riley and Desin, “He seems...a bit busy in his mind?” He didn’t like criticizing someone, but he couldn’t help but feel doubtful, the way Konrad seemed to be having memory trouble.
 
It was then that another, female voice spoke up behind Lynn, so close that he jumped and whirled around to see Elysia had approached the group, holding the cactus in its terra-cotta pot. It seemed oddly quiet, given its previous childish laughter. Riley would have sensed emotions akin to pouting or sulking coming from it.
 
“Slow, I’m disappointed in you, truly disappointed,” Elysia said sarcastically, “I caught the prickly flower. It claims to have been teleporting around this room for a full year, but I think it has finally decided it will go back home, or choose to stay in a place other than this building. It wants to see the sun again, apparently.”
 
“…Meanie….” The cactus fussed, the voice emanating from the prickly dome, sounding every bit like a whining child.
 
“You are a very rude plant, you need to go back to where you came from, or at the very least, find something else to spend your time doing. Stabbing people with your spines is a malicious act, and terrible on your part. You are lucky nobody has tried to burn you.” Elysia scolded it, before she looked back up at the others. “It seems that it cannot teleport, once it has been grabbed.”
 
“Your magic is making space ignore me!” The cactus whined.
 
“Well, all the better, for everyone you’ve hurt using that ability of yours.” Elysia said, matter-of-fact. She then sighed with something like a bit of frustration, “My goodness, on-and-on like a child throwing a tantrum.”
 
Elysia proceeded to walk past Lynn and follow Konrad in the distance, the cactus wailing as she went.
 
“I don’t wanna! I don’t wanna!” It screeched.
 
“Be quiet! My goodness you’re impossible.” Elysia silenced it, sounding tired and irritated, the constant fussing rapidly draining her on an emotional level.
 
Lynn stared after this, also, at a complete loss for words, before slowly taking a deep breath, and trying to avoid overthinking what he had just witnessed. “Ah…” he motioned with a hand, before letting it drop and slowly moving to follow.
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Post by Celo on Wed Mar 29, 2017 6:25 pm

With the man’s - Lynn’s - response, Riley gave a slight nod and mumbled back a “pleased to meet you, too.” His more formal introduction made her feel more incongruent with her surroundings, this time due to mannerisms; being addressed as “miss Riley" was almost as alien to her as being bowed to. Thankfully this acquaintance was, like probably all the other Travelers, probably just as unsure of her customs as she was of his; she could tell this much from his emotions, which were an understandable mix of confusion, anxiety, and a muddle of childlike wonder. His expression mirrored the emotions well, and it also displayed an openness that made his overall manner seem rather friendly.

Then another Traveler - this man also normal in appearance, with blonde hair and an athletic build, probably in his mid-twenties - approached them. She listened to the two discuss the current world, noting that she was lucky to arrive somewhere that was like her own in terms of technology, but seemingly different in at least one major area: this world did not seem to focus on warfare so much. It was just a guess, though, since hard to compare the two worlds in societal terms, given she had not learned anything of this place outside of a gym, a bus, and a bland white building.

It was then that the dragon-like guy who introduced himself as Konrad approached them. As he included his own two cents on Lynn’s statement, his eyes traveled across each of them. When he got to her, Riley looked back at him. She did this for only a moment, however, and quickly looked down, holding back the urge to fidget uneasily. She had no idea if anyone knew who she was, and his burning gaze wasn’t helping. Riley felt her shoulders relax when Konrad finally left; she didn’t even realize her shoulders had tensed up, but the question of exactly what abilities these freaks may all have once again arose before being pushed back down with other thoughts.

It was then that the woman from Lynn’s world approached them, having caught the cactus. Riley noted the cactus’ emotions and let her thin lips curl up in amusement as she listened to the conversation. Her response was different from Lynn’s, and she was unable to hold in a small chuckle. “It was like watching a kid sulk from being put in timeout,” came her remark as she followed Lynn towards where Konrad had directed them. “Your, erm… friend seems to be adapting well.” Riley opted against adding, ’at least better than you are.’ Riley’s brown eyes then looked at the blonde man who had approached Lynn earlier (Desin) before asking, “And what’s your name, if you don’t mind me asking?”

The previous scene had set her at a lighter mood, at least. It was understandable, considering her mind at this point was probably searching for a reason to relax.
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Post by Sairei on Thu Mar 30, 2017 2:39 am

Beanstalk? Thray wasn’t sure if that was intended as an insult or if he just hadn’t understood. He’d never been compared to a plant before. “Earth?” he echoed. “Never heard of that world.” And if it’s like this place I don’t want to go there. He glanced back at the familiar aliens, who now seemed to be on the move following the dragon guy. Things continued to be confusing. The dragon had said he’d held no power here, yet seemed to know everything. How annoying.

Thray turned back to the stranger. “I think we’re supposed to be leaving,” he said, pointing at the group. He took a few more steps back and then turned to follow.
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Post by Canis_Dirus on Thu Mar 30, 2017 10:53 pm

Desin was about to reply, but the dragon-like creature interrupted him unfortunately. Thankfully for everyone however, he minded about as much as a brick minds color in the world, which is to say, not at all. After the creature once again moved away and Lynn commented, he replied "Yes I suppose so. You seem to get along better with that one better than the other serpent".

It was then that another traveler turned her gaze towards him as she approached and struck up conversation with Lynn, inquiring as to Desin's name. He turned to address her, his grey eyes taking her in. "My name is Desin, but I don't believe I know yours. Might you enlighten me?"

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Post by Celo on Fri Mar 31, 2017 8:51 pm

"I'm Riley - pleased to meet you," Riley mumbled, mirroring her earlier introduction to Lynn that took place just a few minutes prior Desin's approach. Her brown eyes skimmed the crowd as she spoke, as though they were subconsciously searching for anyone from Legerman who may have ended up here, as well, while also dreading such a find.

She quickly looked back at Desin, smiling lightly. "So is this place really different from where you're fr-" She froze in mid-sentence, her feet freezing to the ground. The only thing that seemed to move for a moment were her eyes, which had automatically gone back to scanning the crowd, now widened. Some emotions lingered in the crowd, ones fitting the term she used less than twenty-four hours ago.

"Rancid," Riley mumbled, feeling fear swell in her chest. The emotions she had sensed were filled with anger and hatred, and a bit... violent? No, that isn't an emotion, but the emotions she sensed were akin to violence. No. This can't be happening. Not again. She wasn't speaking to anyone in particular when she quietly spoke the warning.

"Something - someone, I mean, might... I think someone is abouttoattack," she said, her voice becoming fast at the end, as though saying it quickly would lessen the meaning of those words. She needed to get out of here. She didn't want to be involved in another fight. She didn't want to be stuck with those blasted emotions again.

Riley's breathing quickened "We need to leave," she mumbled, starting her pace again.
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Post by Glict on Sat Apr 01, 2017 10:47 pm

Goose, leaving Thray, noticed the whiny cactus and couldn't help but comment on it, "Heh, whoever enchanted that cactus must be trying to one up the sickle." He made a face, like he was waiting for someone to laugh in response to what he said, but he had just said the punchline to a joke that no one got.

Du-Gant, about in the middle of the group of travelers, felt the pata stiffening behind him. The sickle seemed to tumble around in the air and then spoke to Thukr, "Why are you sentient, pata? You shouldn't have a soul like that."

Thukr didn't respond to Du-Gant. She simply kept moving with the group, which seemed to have been fully reverted to a slide across the ground.

The sickle flew around Thukr, but decided the he was being too aggressive and decided to back off. There was something whispered in an echo around Du-Gant, and then he seemed to calm down. Maybe Thukr didn't respond to him because she was restrained by the same force that stiffened her. He could only theorize.
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Post by Tarragon on Mon Apr 03, 2017 4:08 pm

Lynn, Honey, Scylla, & Mouse

Lynn looked sharply at Riley, eyes narrowing with an expression of alarm and worry, and he felt his breathing speed up. He didn’t know what kind of abilities this person had, but given what he had witnessed thus far, he was not going to disregard the clear expression of terror she had on her face. It was clear she was starting to panic, and Lynn stopped walking, turning to look around him, as if it would potentially give him an idea of what Riley was frightened by. Unfortunately, the sheer number of people and creatures inside of Central made spotting any sort of ‘abnormal’ thing almost impossible. The kinds of expressions and appearances that the crowd possessed were far too diverse for anyone to properly discern anything as ‘suspicious’, and people were permitted to walk around with weapons; Lynn had continued through the area with a quiver full of arrows and a dagger, completely ignored by any sort of guardsmen.

“Where-“ He began to ask, his silver eyes darting around, but he never got to finish the question.


There was a loud, deafening bang in the distant room that everyone had been walking towards.

The building shook, making people trip and stumble, multiple lights on the ceiling went out as their power was cut off, and as the sound of crumbling rubble further ahead hitting the floor began to subside, a sequence of loud popping sounds began. Those sounds rang out in the silent aftermath of the explosion, but it didn’t last, as it was rapidly joined by the sound of horrified, terror-filled screams. A flood of people began rushing away from the passage, fleeing in a stampeding, mindless herd, knocking over and trampling each other in their haste to escape. The whole room dissolved into pandemonium.

Lynn tensed, hand clapped over one ear that had been facing the passage. It was ringing from the sound of the blast, and he felt a sense of dread overtake him.

He didn’t get a chance to stay in that stunned state for very long. A strong, paw-like hand with hooked claws shoved him from behind and he stumbled, and a familiar voice growled with the authority of a command, “Don’t stand there, run, now, get out of this building, and get away from the entrance! They’re coming this way, hurry! Stick close to the walls, avoid the main crowd! Grab two people as buddies and don’t lose sight of them!”

Lynn looked over his shoulder, and saw that Honey was looking at him, a fierce expression with bared teeth on her face, although her brows were pressed together with anxiety, and the downturn of her feline lips suggested despair. Lynn even though he saw a glimmer of tears beyond the ferocious look, but whatever it was, something about that face told him he dare not disobey.

Honey had Scylla with her, grabbing him by the hood of his jacket as if she had been pulling him along, and Scylla was deathly pale, “No, no, no, no not again…no….” Scylla kept saying under his breath, looking as if he were barely keeping himself from crumbling into an emotional wreck. “They’re dropping off, they’re dropping off, their presences…”

“Don’t think, don’t think about it, we have to get away!”

Honey let go of Scylla’s jacket and grabbed onto Lynn’s cloak, tugging him again and letting go as she and the other Changeling began running, vanishing into the crowd.


Lynn stumbled forward, and a voice, chillingly calm, spoke this time, and he whirled around to see the desert-dwelling woman, holding the naked-looking animal in her arms, looking at him, and then at Riley, and Desin. Mouse’s dark eyes bore into them, “…This way…guns….” She said. “Follow me….not safe here…”

Mouse turned and began to proceed, moving swiftly, but surely, in a direction opposite of the one Honey and Scylla had gone, towards the other wall, but also, likewise, away from the source of the gunshots.


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Post by Prussian on Mon Apr 03, 2017 5:43 pm

BANG.

Callisto, knocked violently into reality, tripped on her own foot and was only barely able to catch her fall. She never heard the younger girl somewhat close by's warning about the incoming attack. Her hearing didn't seem to be functioning properly at all, actually - her mind struggled to untangle and interpret the new information, and she was unable to make out the orders to get to safety above the semi-muteness she was now experiencing, much less above the screams of the surrounding crowd.

God, she'd just went under again. Callisto really was breaking up - but there were much more immediate issues at hand. She had little context as to where she was now, as her attention had slipped off roughly at the last location she'd visited - had it been that gymnasium? It must have, she realized, as she finally began to spot familiar faces. She was happy that she hadn't done something rash that would have alienated her while she was unconscious, to be truthful.

Callisto slowly got up, only to be rather rudely (as Callisto saw it) pushed aside by someone she didn't recognize, them being only one of many heading towards what appeared to be an exit. Considering her... unfortunate circumstance, the knight decided that it would be more than wise to follow suit. The series of small explosions (someone shouted "Gun"?) emanating from not far behind her was more than enough convincing she needed to leave. Callisto headed towards the exit alone, though her eyes scanned for anyone else she recognized. It would be wise to stick together.

Her small sword suddenly seemed inadequate for what was to come. She wanted no part of this. But she couldn't help but feel that she'd be back here soon.

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Post by Celo on Mon Apr 03, 2017 5:53 pm

The explosion was both a literal and metaphorical bomb to Riley's senses; what started as a single source of dark emotion burst outwards, creating a wall, followed by a room of negativity. The likeness in each emotion made her extra sense seem to ring almost as much as her ears, which she covered with a yelp.

She couldn't do anything, and yet she had to do something. The warring instincts made Riley shake in place. Find someone - last time Thomas helped her. Who would help her, this time? She didn't know anyone here as well as she knew him. Undiscernable faces rushed towards them, and Riley huddled closer to Lynn and the rest of the group ahead of her, jumping slightly when the Changeling duo appeared, one of which carrying an aura of authority. She heard about finding two other people and quickly grabbed Lynn's cloak right after the badger-looking Changeling let go. Her knuckles and face were almost the same shade of white, somehow managing to turn paler when the thought similar to last time occurred.

You could have prevented it in those few seconds you knew.

No, don't think like that, Rye. They were too far away for you to affect their emotion. And besides, even if she had been close enough, it sounded like there were multiple people. Or maybe it was just that there were multiple gunshots all coming from one freak, and the sounds were merging together with the screaming. Still, though-

Riley's muddle of self-doubt was interrupted by one of the Travelers, this one wearing clothing that belonged in the Sahara. Was she uncomfortable in that? The woman told them to follow, and among the bedlam of familiar emotions, Riley could see the difference in this one. It brought a relieving moment of calm, and she let go of Lynn's cloak and began to follow.
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Post by Sairei on Mon Apr 03, 2017 8:12 pm

Of course, Thray was very familiar with the sound of explosions. Still, knowing what the noise was didn’t reassure him any; now he was just concerned with who and what had caused such circumstances. Well, if anything this was familiar. Explosions. Screaming. The sounds of general panic. He wasn’t impressed, but he managed to keep his footing even as fleeing people ran past him. One hand rested on the hilt of his sword again, but he didn’t draw it, nor did he reach for the energy pistol hidden underneath the folds of his cloak. He scanned quickly, but there was too much movement. Targets weren’t clear, he did not have the supplies to take care of himself should he start a fight, he did not have his protective powered suit of armor, and nothing made sense. Plus, Wyvlen would kill him in the afterlife if he somehow died before her. He didn’t want to be a double-ghost.

He could hear… gunshots? The sound alone told him that bullets were being fired, which was a noise he hadn’t heard in a long time. Energy weapons had distinct sounds separate from ballistic weapons, beam-type weapons, et cetera. Just because they were primitive weapons didn’t make them any less dangerous; a well-aimed rock or a sharp stick could kill someone just as efficiently as orbital bombardment (though one option was definitely more satisfying than the other).Yeah, alright, these troublemakers were armed and dangerous. It was definitely time to leave. He let himself be taken by the crowd toward the doors, keeping his cloak wrapped tight around him and his hood pulled down as far as it would come over his face.
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Post by Canis_Dirus on Tue Apr 04, 2017 12:41 am

The explosion washed over Desin, who appraised the blast in all its deafening glory as a small grin crossed his lips. Finally things are getting interesting... he thought, welcoming the change of pace over just standing around awkwardly in Central. Although there was the issue of someone who likely wanted to kill him and the others... But he would deal with that, at least in a moment or two when the perpetrators showed themselves.

However before he followed the fleeing crowds, he noticed the being from earlier who had been carrying some sort of rodent, say something about how they should follow her before moving in a different direction than the rest of the crowd. Not a bad idea he thought, and he decided to follow suite. He slipped through the crowd, towards the wall that she and those following her had gone towards, keeping an eye out for whomever it was that was staging the attack.

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Post by Glict on Tue Apr 04, 2017 6:30 pm

Du-Gant was thrown up into the air just out of flinching from the gunshot. He clattered across the ground and shakily, yet quickly, got up and waved himself around the general area. The sickle turned to Thukr, and noticed how blank Thukr was still. He screamed, "NAKAT! PATA NEEDS TUR BUE AWARE." The sickle then went and stabbed Thukr, lodging himself firmly in her neck. Du-Gant did not move from that position.

Thukr didn't react with pain, and didn't even bleed. Instead, it was like she was fully aware once again. It was more of a mutual agreement between the two beings. Thukr let out a beastly scream, and charged along with the crowd, effectively catching up with Honey.



Startled, Goose cursed in his native tongue. He gathered himself rather quickly, shrugging off the initial jumpiness, but now rather angry that he was jumpy in the first place. That wasn't the main problem however, some sort of explosion had just taken place and Goose wasn't going to stay around to see the aftermath. Was there a mess of guts strewn throughout the area? He would've loved to see, so he decided to stay. He was rather experienced in combat, he knew how to stop projectiles simply by using his telekinesis, but couldn't do any of those cool reflections that they do in the other worlds he's heard of.


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Post by StoneWall on Wed Apr 05, 2017 10:45 am

Veil


Veil crept along the dark grey wall of a storage facility, located above the population pathways of the Central.

Stealth. This was his menial labor, yet it was also an artist's work. Stealth had helped this vagabond countless times; his investment in the art paid for itself over and again. Still, sometimes he would rather approach a situation directly. Unfortunately, a direct approach meant that, more often than not, some blood would definitely be spilled; this Traveler therefore settled for the slower, finer process in order to establish his whereabouts and any potential resources.

This was one of the most important times in his life. Maybe he could finally return to his home world. No more traveling, no more endless wandering.  

Would they even accept him? Would he be recognizable?  

One problem at a time.

He had avoided some lax guards on the way in, bypassing their attention rather easily simply by crouching around a group of crates. These guards clearly weren't expecting much trouble, at least not in this area.  Though, his tall frame made it somewhat difficult to bend down appropriately in order to avoid notice. Veil was not quite as young as he used to be, and some actions required more exertion. He hadn't had very much time for exercise, lately.  

Veil looked around the rather dimly-lit room. It seemed less like a storage facility and more like a large, plain kitchen.  Illumination panels on the ceiling above cast light on metal islands below, the islands decked with bowls and pans. There were a few sinks and ovens disconnected from a power supply, and some counters that had been moved into a corner area, waiting to be used if needed. He surveyed the large crates among a sea of small, brown boxes. The boxes mostly contained food, he had realized after checking a few. Some of them had bandages and adhesive medical strips. Other than that, he found nothing of value in the storage area besides some replacement bandages. He could come back here if he needed to, he was sure. Time to move on.

Before sneaking into this warehouse, he had asked a Central official where to find the medical facility. As it happened, it was across a walkway along the second floor of the spacious main room, connected directly to the storage warehouse.  Veil searched for the door leading to the walkway, found it, and started softly toward it. The guards that had been in the storage facility at first had left to patrol outside, leaving Veil alone in the warehouse. Still, he didn't want to be heard by anyone walking by outside. He made sure to use as many objects as cover on his way, and was mere feet away from the door to the walkway when he heard the explosion.

Veil decided to quicken his pace, and was very nearly instantly upon the middle of the walkway.  Crowds of people were streaming onward below him, not concerned in the slightest with his presence, but rather with some unknown threat.  

Veil unslung his rifle and scanned the capacious hall, anticipating the impending danger.
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Post by Tarragon on Fri Apr 07, 2017 10:23 pm

Konrad, Edward & Elysia

In the room ahead of the main entrance area, where the bomb had gone off, sending Travelers scattering and fleeing for the exits, it was nothing short of a nightmare. Seven gunmen, clad in black body armor that somehow looked far too sophisticated for the world of Cavitrum to have produced it, opened fire on the masses that did not escape before the smoke cleared. An enormous crater was in the middle of the room, white ceramic tiles chipped and obliterated to reveal a grey concrete foundation beneath, the walls damaged, revealing them to be cinderblock coated with liberal amounts of white paint. Flames ate at the silk flags of various worlds, slowly eliminating their existence from the ceiling. The colors of bleached bone, of hospital walls and all things glaringly bright and clean had been reduced to a shade like ashes and soot. Anyone who had found the constant absence of color other than white a bad thing, suddenly wished they had not judged the facility in this way.

Edward had been quietly following the Travelers he had arrived with, namely the tall, dragon-like stranger with the anteater-cat tail, who seemed to know the building, or even worked there, when the explosion had gone off. He now found himself lying on his back, sprawled across floors covered with concrete dust, both ears ringing, and his heart beating in a way that some logical part of him said was not normal. Had he hit his head? He had a concussion, that was not good. He could not tell if it was that he had cracked his skull on the floor, or if it was his body, going into a frozen state of shock, even though his mind was processing things rapidly. An explosion? This was very bad indeed.

Ed found that his heart seemed to be beating faster than normal, and despite many of the lights in the building losing power, only a few recovering to illuminate the area in a dim fashion, it felt painfully bright for some reason.

He became dimly aware of the sounds of gunshots, before the full weight of what was happening sunk in, cutting through the fog.

He could not stay here.

Painfully, every part of him, he knew, would be black with bruises, he slowly rolled over onto his stomach. Ed placed his palms on the floor, trying to lift himself up, and winced as he put his knee beneath him. Was something broken? He did not know, he could see the visible parts of his skin were already turning an ugly shade of purple. If he got out of here at all, he would have trouble moving, and he was not even sure about the things he could not see. If he had internal bleeding or something of that nature, he would need a doctor very soon. He slipped and collapsed onto an arm, silently in his head cursing his inability to develop any sort of musculature at a time when he needed it most.

The gunshots were getting closer, and Ed knew he could play dead, but the gunmen would probably already suspect someone who was not obviously bleeding was alive. They might just shoot him to be sure.

Come on, get up!

Ed forced himself to put his arms beneath him again, and this time, managed to hoist himself up onto both knees, clenching his jaw as a stab of pain surged through his right hip, filling him with an urge to vomit. Something was definitely broken, probably a fracture, of all places, why there? His breathing came ragged, but he fought the urge to lose control of his stomach, and bit back the urge to cry out in pain. Could he still get away like this? His hair fell across his face in a brown curtain, but for a moment he was glad that it would hide the tears welling up in response to the sheer agony he was feeling.

Another gunshot, even closer, was enough to spur him to force his weight onto his legs and rise to his feet, once again, biting back the urge to scream as pain shot up his entire spine from where it radiated from his right side. He forced himself to move, anyway, as the adrenaline made his heart race so fast and his head swam in a dizzy-spell. The pain quickly dulled out, but it was still forcing him to limp at a horrifically slow pace, and he was not even really able to move his right leg. He was mostly dragging himself along with his left limb.

A shadow suddenly cast itself over Ed, and he was unable to suppress the following screech of pain when massive, purple-grey paws with sharp talons gently grabbed his shoulders, and then his legs beneath the knee, hoisting him up into the air. It did not matter much that Ed was screaming, as other people were screaming, too, but even so, Ed continued to be grateful that his hair hid his face. “Dislocated…” Came a murmur, the gentle French accent.


Konrad, who had lifted Edward, seemed semi-oblivious to the possibility that he himself might get shot, being very tall, with a rather hard-to-miss appearance. Being something of a giant, he had lifted the teen without any sort of hesitation, realizing that there was no possible way he could walk with his hip having been tilted at a bizarre angle that suggested the ball was no longer in the socket. Whether it was the adrenaline or not, Konrad could tell it had taken an immense effort just for the boy to rise to his feet. Much less, he’d only cried out when Konrad had grabbed him, something he had not been expecting. It was also a bit of fear, Konrad knew, that he might have been caught by a killer, versus an ally or friend, considering he seemed to be aware of his state.

Konrad could not see the boy’s face, but he was positive that he must have been crying. He held his head in such a way that it looked as if he did not want his long hair to fall away and show it. “You should not be here, you are a normal human.” Konrad said, for once not bothering to omit the use of the word ‘normal’. But to him, this kid was normal, and their definitions were probably similar. Human without magic, human without a curse or any special powers.

“It’s….beyond me…” The kid gritted through clenched teeth. He breathed hard, struggling to get out the words, “How would I….know….what was going to happen…..?”

“I suppose not…but the fact remains….” Konrad replied, trying to make his grip gentler, if possible, to avoid worsening the injury to the boy’s hip. “You are still able to think, despite this?” Konrad swiftly began to move towards the exit. “Quite a strong mind, if you can ignore the state you are in…” He mused aloud, tail swishing along the rubble as he went.

Elysia’s voice cut in, close by, “Killing a bunch of innocent people? I’ll be busy thinking up ways to make them wish they hadn’t.”

“You are…quick to anger, it seems…miss….?” There was a clear request for a name.

“Elysia, but ‘anger’ doesn’t even begin to describe how this makes me feel.”

Konrad saw a chip appear in a wall close by. The bullets were now going to potentially hit someone.

“Do not act on that.” Konrad warned the shapeshifter. Bullets were now clearly aiming a their group, and he pulled his tail closer to his body, his legs tensing to run.

“Are you saying I should just let them keep killing with those small cannons?” The woman held out a gloved hand, and it suddenly bristled, covering itself with hard-looking, pointed red scales, and long, sharp claws. Her other hand, hidden beneath her cloak, was probably the same. “I am not losing my temper, though I will not deny it; I am angry. I am also very sad. I never like doing these things, but I don’t have a choice. If someone doesn’t stop them, they’ll keep going.”

Konrad could tell this was the truth, no matter how much Elysia’s voice sounded as if she were snarling. “Then be safe, and return alive.”

“I’ll deal with this properly. Rest assured, they’ll receive the proper punishment for their actions, and more.” She replied.

Konrad quickly ran out of the room, lugging Edward, and the Shape-shifter moved to block the door.

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Post by Glict on Fri Apr 07, 2017 11:06 pm

Goose called out at the gunners, hoping that they would focus on him instead of the others that were obvious targets. He yelled, "Hey look! You didn't kill me yet! What gives?" Goose made some sort of invisible force field of telekinesis around himself that had just enough force pushing out to the sides that bullets sprayed at him would miss entirely. He purposefully did a stupid gesture, "Come at me ****ers! You won't be bonafide terrorists until you kill me!"

Hopefully he could distract the gunners long enough for Konrad to get Ed to safety.
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