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Post by Mizagium on Mar 4, 2014 0:32:42 GMT -5
Julia examined her picture before tucking it away. "Well, I have had many an adventure, but this one easily ranks among the top...oh, I'll say twenty or so." She glanced around at the dispersing crowd and the stage and the ice palace. "But I've never seen a better concert. And I've seen the Wiggles." She snapped her fingers and the stage, the ice palace, and the crowd all disappeared - thankfully the citizens were returned to their homes.
Sarah tucked her own picture away and smiled. "It was fun. And we went a long way towards paying off my debt to..."
"Oh, honey, please don't worry too much about that. I've already wired the appropriate funds to the appropriate accounts." Julia produced a drink from...somewhere and sipped it a little too casually.
"The appropriate..." Sarah struggled for the words. "That's over four million Verabucks!"
"Yes, Verabucks. One of the more ridiculous currencies I've encountered. Well, my dear, that concert was so profitable, it's quite ridiculous how much money, so it wasn't really that much, in the long run." Upon seeing her niece's dumbfounded look, she wrapped her arm around her shoulder and lead her back to the castle. "Dear girl, I have secret accounts in almost every dimension known to man, and several known to dolphins. I have money," she added seriously. "And I'd rather my favorite niece not be in trouble with her parents on my watch."
"Aunt Julia, I'm your only niece," was all Sarah could think to say.
"That doesn't make you my favorite. Now come on, I'm sure you'll parents will be back soon. And maybe I'll get a glimpse of your lovely boyfriend again."
"He's not my...you can't have him, Auntie. He's all mine." The two women laughed and retreated the Really Cool Palace.
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Post by Mizagium on Mar 4, 2014 17:57:37 GMT -5
Mayweather Octoritch didn’t much care for the surreptitiousness of her fellow Octopi. When confronted with a problem, she preferred to face it head-on, which is how she ended up leading a squad of Octomechs. Each stood around three times as tall as a human, and scuttled forwards on eight extremely flexible limbs, each of which could cling to almost any surface. The cockpit was domed in bulletproof glass and allowed a full 360 view, and the seat could rotate independently of the machine itself. A suit of sensors ringed the chassis, providing radar coverage, infrared, and ultraviolet sight. And of course, the weapons – beam rifles and traditional chemical weapons were all tucked in various compartments.
When the bridge blew out, taking Gomez down with it, she swore and pushed her mech forward, it leaped down and landed with a thud before Uggo and the German pirates. “I’d ask for your surrender,” she declared, “but I wasn’t ordered to.”
Her mech slammed an Omnilium tentacle on the ground where Uggo had been just moments before. He fired off a couple shots from her plasma pistol while zooming around Octoritch’s mech thanks to his peg-leg boosters.
“Let’s go boys,” he urged. “Swash some buckles, and all that!”
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Dresmond considered simply ignoring Danielle, but chose to answer her. “We’re taking you to see Takayaki-sensei himself. He will decided what to do with you.” He didn’t speak to her the rest of the way as his ninjoctopi carried the sobering captain through Cloud Land. When then reached the peak of the spire, which partially extended past the cloud cover and into space, Dresmond knelt.
“Master Takayaki, I have brought the pirate as you commanded.”
“Excellent work, Dresmond.” Takayaki walked out from around his desk, the picture of a successful businessman, and not at all an octopus in a human suit. “Now, Miss…well, I don’t particularly care who you are, but you wrecked up my town. And you’re quite powerful. Too powerful.” He signaled to the ninjoctopi, who propped her up so that he and she were eye level. “But I didn’t get to be here by being a tyrant, so I’d like to make a deal: Work for me. Put your drunken powers to use serving the Octo-hierarchy. We command the flow of Unobgassium, the greatest starship fuel to ever exist. You will have more money and more booze than you would ever have taken as a lowly pirate.”
Dresmond gave his master a concerned look. “Sir, I don’t – “
“Be silent, Dresmond.”
“Yes, master.”
“What do you say? Will you help secure the future of spaceflight?”
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Post by Calefrun on Mar 10, 2014 13:24:38 GMT -5
"Right." All three of the pirate trio responded simultaneously. Cozaltene turned jumped, grabbing hold of the cell bars and using them as a spring board to launch himself on top of Octoritch's mech. From there he jumped behind her, and began gunning down any octomechs that had survived the fall when the catwalk had collapsed.
With a sweep of his hand, Al created a wall of fire separating himself, Gabe, Uggo, and Octoritch from the others. Rick- err, Cozaltene could take care of himself, but they didn't need any octomech's to slip past him and show up to help their leader. Gabe drew his energy broadsword, swung it around, then brought it down directly on top of Octorich's head.
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Post by Mizagium on Mar 15, 2014 0:27:49 GMT -5
Knox was not a bit surprised to find that he and Ollie had arrived at the Super Land ruins ahead of Artemis. He was falling into his role of Time Keeper much easier in the last few hours than he ever had over the past six months or so. Time travel was becoming almost involuntary—to the point where he made a note to pay more attention to how much time he was manipulating.
“What a dump,” Ollie commented. Then she made a face. “Bet I could turn this into a hot club. Wouldn’t even have to put it back together. People like places that look like fizz on purpose.”
“Well, it wasn’t exactly on purpose.”
“What did happen, then?”
“Eh, it’s a long story.” He found a suitable piece of rock and slumped down onto it, dropping his head into his hands.
Ollie shoved her hands into the pockets of her cargo pants and took a stroll around the wreckage. She still hadn’t decided on what to think of this insane Immortal stuff. She felt like she’d been tricked, honestly. Dragged into a complicated mess without having it properly explained to her. From the look on Knox’s face, he felt the same way.
“You don’t look excited anymore,” she teased. “You were all gung ho with that Artemis chick.”
Knox looked pensive for a moment. “Ollie…”
“Knox.”
“You mind if I’m straight with you?”
“Long as you don’t mind me.”
Still, he hesitated. “This is hard.”
“This?”
He gestured first to himself, then her, then the whole world. “Immortals.”
“Yeah, I was getting that vibe.”
“I have…enemies. Former friends. Dead…loves. You know, the last guy who had my job went crazy and started a war that almost destroyed the world?”
“He did?”
“Well.” He grimaced. “Kind of. We all thought he did, but it might have all been like this elaborate scheme to make me his replacement or something.” He looked at her seriously. “So if you’re feeling like you have no idea what to do, like you’ve been tricked or cheated—it isn’t just you.”
She smirked. “You a mind-reader, too?”
“No. I can’t speak for Vespi and all them…but it seems we’ve had a tradition of trapping unsuspecting kids into taking on huge responsibility…and then we’re all surprised when they turn out like…like Zais.”
Ollie wasn’t sure what that meant, but decided against asking now.
“So what do you think?”
“Huh?”
“Ollie, you’re the newest of us. I at least had some warning about becoming one, but you were just…plucked from your life.”
She shrugged and ran a hand through her wild black hair. “I dunno yet. I’ve only seen the people you know. And all you’ve done is talk. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. So I’ll wait. I’ll see how this council pans out and decide then if I think it’s all worth it or not.”
“That’s…”
“What?” She demanded a little defensively.
“A little more level-headed than I expected from you.”
“Hey. I can shoot sparks from my hands and fight the establishment by night, but…I’m not stupid.”
He smiled and made to say something when he was interrupted by a winged humanoid figures landing suddenly beside them. Xeltyr’s holographic wings dissipated in an instant and he began frantically searching the Super Land rubble, muttering, “Where is it?”
Knox and Ollie shared a look. “Uh, can I help you?” Knox asked.
“Yeah, can you help me look for-“ Xeltyr broke off once he saw who spoke. “Uncle Knox!”
Knox deflated. “No. No no no no no. I can’t do this right now.” He groaned and slumped. “What’s your name?”
“Xeltyr.”
“Johnny’s kid?”
“Yeah.”
“Figures he’d give his son a name like that. What are…what are you doing here?” His eyes narrowed as he studied Xeltyr. “How far from now are you from? When were you born? Are you born? Will you…whatever.”
A troubled look crossed Xeltyr’s face. “Can’t…can’t you tell?”
“No.” And that was the troubling part. Knox should have been able to read any Timestream residue on him and make a good guess as to when he’d come from, but he couldn’t. Xeltyr was completely clean which, even if he hadn’t time traveled in years, shouldn’t have been possible. “What are you?”
Suddenly in a panic, Xeltyr resumed picking through the rubble, but gave up quickly. “I…” He looked desperately from Knox to Ollie and back. “I’ve been lied to.”
“Hey, look kid, we can-“
“I’ve been lied to!” Great holographic wings spread and he took flight again, but not before shouting “It’s coming!” He disappeared over the horizon.
Ollie raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Aren’t you gonna…?”
Knox sighed. “Eh. Once I’m feeling up to it, I’ll jump back here and follow him.”
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Close by, on a hilltop overlooking the wreckage of Super Land, a Mysterious Armed Figure hefted a rather elaborately designed crossbow and followed Xeltyr’s disappearing form as he flew towards Really Cool Land.
“Found you.”
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Mar 16, 2014 20:09:55 GMT -5
Roewk and Noores both looked up as a portal appeared before them and three figures stepped out. Roewk frowned. "Wait...Scern? Galro?" "Oh shit, you two..." Noores nodded...and looking like he was trying to remember who exactly they were. "What are you doing here?" Roewk asked. He turned to Artemis. "ANd who is this?"
Gree figured that it was inevitable that he’d find himself in some sort of sleezy space bar. That’s how these detective dramas worked right? Apparently the universe agreed with that notion because their informant on their turrettian officer Garry was sequestered deep in the strip club’s far end. “Light years from Earth on the most advanced space station in the galaxy and we find ourselves in a bar filled with drunkards and half-naked women.” Hawthorn muttered, slapping Kravchenko over the head, reigning in the marine’s goofy grin as they walked into the bar. Gree stepped around a human waitress and tried not to stare too hard at the dancers on stage. Or the drooling patrons that stared at them. When humanity first entered the galactic stage, embraced a wide variety of alien innovations that improved life greatly, but also brought several of their own inventions to the galactic community. The foremost of which was Medi-gel, a miracle of modern medicine that was embraced enthusiastically by the other galactic residents. Apparently strippers were another such innovation. Humanity looked upon the wider community, the destiny of the human race as a member of cosmic community and saw a greater chance to flail their exposed bodies upon a stage for cash and a more varied audience. And there was much rejoicing. “I think that’s our guy.” Jaden pointed across the bar. What looked to be a random patron was slumped over a drink, but upon closer inspection Gree could see that the man was wearing a police uniform. The man looked up as Gree approached. “Buzz off pal, lemme enjoy my drink in peace.” He slurred. Gree sighed. You Klarkson? / ( ) \ You Douchy Magee? “I take it you’re Officer Klarkson?” Gree asked, only mildly disturbed by the strange dialogue wheel that appeared in front of him whenever he tried to talk to someone. At this point he figured it was some sort of brain trauma from the transition to this dimension. “Yeah, that’s me.” Klarkson confirmed. He squinted at Gree for a moment. “I recognize you.” He declared after a moment. Gree raised an eyebrow at that. Oh? “Yeah, you’re that new soldier boy Sanderson brought with him. Tryin to get Varen or something.” “You’re very well informed.” Jaden said evenly. “Have to be on this station.” The drunkard shrugged. He suddenly grinned and leaned in closer, making Gree do the opposite to get away from the man’s booze-laden breathe. “Say, did you know that Sanderson used to be a Ghost?” What? / Investigate - ( ) – My business \ Don’t Care. “I’m looking for someone.” Gree said, getting tired of this man already. “A turretian named Garry.” “Oh, ol’ Garry. Yeah I know him. Worked a few cases together.” Klarkson grinned. “And I know where he is. What’s it worth to ya-“ Can’t you just say? / Investigate - ( ) – How much? \ Screw that.
Klarkson suddenly found himself staring down the barrel of Gree’s pistol. He blinked in surprise, as did Gree’s two companions. To the bar’s credit –or infamy- the sudden weapon being drawn didn’t even get noticed. “I am very tired of playing games, you deadbeat.” Gree said, surprisingly calm. Three minutes later the trio of soldiers left the bar, headed for a nearby clinic and their target. “You have an….interesting way of information gathering.” Hawthorn observed. Gree chuckled. “Whatever works.” He replied. Hopefully this mission would be finished soon, with relatively little in the way of excitement. Gree was sure he’d met more than his share of unique and colorful characters to last him a lifetime. --- “Thanks for the help, Officer.” Gree said, holstering his pistol as Jaden tended to the terrified doctor huddled in the corner. “And nice shot by the way.” Garry the turrettian nodded. “Just glad you came by when you did Commander. So why are you here exactly?” --- “The name’s Commander Gree.” “Rax.” The large alien introduced simply. The two stared at one another for a long moment, appraising the other before the crocodilian creature grunted his approval. Gree nodded. “Welcome aboard.” --- “I can’t believe Claw set me up!” The diminutive K’orm shouted angrily. In Gree’s opinion it seemed fairly obvious that betrayal would the the outcome of shady dealings with criminals, but hey, maybe things were different in this girl’s society. “Are you alright?” He asked. Honestly he meant it, out of all the aliens he’d come across he was already liking this one the best. And not just because of her ability to pull grenades out of seemingly thin air. “I’m fine Commander.” The K’orm girl replied. “Thank you.” Right. Time for the important stuff then. “So, about this information you have on Varen…” --- “I cannot believe you just did that.” Gree was rather annoyed at the moment. Sanderson shrugged. “It was out of my hands at this point. We couldn’t just let Varen go, making you a Ghost was the best immediate option.” “I’m not even a human.” Gree growled. “Yeah, but nobody else knows that. Let’s keep it that way, at least for now.” Sanderson replied. Gree started to argue, but just sighed instead. The universe was obviously dead set on this path, so what the hell. His other job wasn’t nearly as beneficial anyway. “Okay. Where am I going first?” |
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Post by Wally on Mar 17, 2014 11:51:23 GMT -5
The Air Immortal Aeolius, sat cross legged, perched on his white and fluffy cloud. His form that of an elderly man with a long pastel violet beard and long straight hair. Elegant fingers wrapped around his pipe as he surveyed the land from the air, his eyes drooped as it was a calm day. Setting on his shoulder was a glossy and elegant Magpie, she preened herself happily. His ever delightful companion as flashy and flamboyant as her master she serves as his eyes to the lower world.
As the Air Immortal was known to be a lazy one. He was fine just sitting on his clouds puffing his pipe, making fog or if he was bored sending mortals fleeing indoors with a terrible storm. Every now and then he would send his beloved pet down to scope the land and look at it through her eyes. Of course nothing yet sated his appetite for adventure. Aeolius was coming to terms with perhaps maybe he had lived too long. There seemingly was nothing more to do than sit on his cloud and make sure the air currents were flowing correctly. Even the mortals were beginning to be mundane as chaos was over the land, they were dying and killing off each other, forming relationships, making families, growing then killing each other off again. A very boring cycle. Sometimes through Magpie he would see an interesting catch of a mortal either friendship or partnership sometimes was enough to entertain him, at least for however long the mortal lived. Though it is said that the last lover he took to break his boredom still held his heart even though they were long dead, which was maybe why he was floating on his cloud wearing the same elderly gentleman get up for the past one hundred and fifty years.
Bored, ever so bored, he took a puff of his pipe and from the smoke he blew shaped the clouds. A crocodile swimming down a river mouth open to engulf whatever happened to be in front, or was it a bunny if one turned his or her head to the side. Riding the currents he couldn't even tell what the name of the countries were below him, were they still the same? Or were they different. It seemed yesterday everything was fine but now the winds were all in disarray. They weren't right. It was as if someone or something came and moved them all while he was sleeping. How long had he been asleep? It seemed it was just over a night but the amount of the change no. It was different. How did this happen? Why did this happen? Why couldn't he remember. Of course nothing he could do about it, instead he focused on what he did best and began correcting his winds.
Aeolius felt compelled to head down to below the clouds and looked about, nothing was familiar and this is where the confusion set in. Magpie lifted from his shoulders and he went from being a man in the clouds to an invisible zephyr preening the area for anything familiar.
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Mar 17, 2014 15:45:21 GMT -5
Heimrall huffed as she raised a slice of pizza up to her face and watched to cheese and grease drip back down to the plate.
"What a pathetic piece of pizza."
She pinched her nose, opened her mouth wide, and took a bite. The thin crust crunched between her teeth and she shuttered.
"I hate thin pizza. The one type of crust I can't control....ugh."
A man behind the counter was scrubbing away at a pitcher with a towel and watching Heimrall complain. He laughed to himself and put the pitcher down.
"You know girl, if you hate the pizza here that much, maybe you think you could make it better?"
She felt insulted a little and slammed her fists down on the table, making the plate jump.
"I know I could make it better! Do you see this crust?! Huh? Thin! Honestly who eats thin crust. Do you see how empty this place is?"
She waved her arms around over her head to signal the owner to look around his empty restaurant. Most of the tables were still covered in a layer of dust from lack of use.
"If you want customers you gotta give em what they want. Thick, fluffy, garlicky crust man. Doughn't you know anything about baking?"
The owner smiled and placed his palm over the lighter and rolled up paper in his shirt pocket.
"I do, but maybe the wrong kind of baking. So do you want to give it a shot or not?"
"Don't get saucy with me hippie. I'll show you how to make a real pizza."
She took one last look at the slice situated on her place and shuddered. Walking towards the kitchen she grabbed an apron to get to work, but stopped and turned to face the owner.
"Oh by the way, if you want me to help. We do this my way, kay? If you try to tell me what to do, you're gonna be in deep dish trouble."
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Post by Monika on Mar 17, 2014 20:05:58 GMT -5
"Ah! Roewk, Noores. I haven't seen the two of you since our little...nap." Galro lingered on the last word for a bit before his exuberant companion decided to chime in.
"Woody! Sparks! It's been a minute! Were you guys able to make it to my concert?" Scern handed the two Immortals a pair of extra fliers he had in his jacket. "It was so intense when we got Wet Blanket over here to sing and-"
"Ahem." That single, soft, abrupt cough from Artemis was enough to derail Scern's train of thought. "Good evening, Roewk. Noores." She nodded to each of them. "I am Artemis, the Immortal of Space. From what I have gathered, I can see that you two are the Immortals of Wood and Lightning. I am here to request a favor."
"Before our lovely little Immortal goes too deep into her explanation, I will say that she wants to form a committee of sorts," Galro said. "She wants us," he motioned toward himself, Scern, Roewk and Noores, "plus Air, Earth, and Fire to team up with her own group of Immortals to create a council. She believes that we have a responsibility to promote diplomacy, peace, and the like because we're fourteen of the most powerful beings across multiple dimensions." Galro sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "I don't care much for the idea, but Scern and I...promised that we'd help her."
Scern chuckled. "Yeah, after Galro tried to su-" Before he could finish the sentence, he was met with a swift kick to his shins.
"Anyway, will you two join this Council of Immortals?" Galro asked. "For old times' sake?"
"Yeah, we'd really appreciate it..." Scern grumbled, rubbing his legs.
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Post by Nel on Mar 19, 2014 18:19:05 GMT -5
Captain Danielle considered the offer. It sounded entirely too good to be true, but after he was a villain. It wasn't like she hadn't been offered similar deals in the past. Actually, now that she thought about it, no one had ever offered her such a deal. Like ever. She had always been too reckless or too drunk. Now she was being offered a position BECAUSE of her reckless drunkenness. Speaking of her drunken state, she seemed to be sobering up and the octopi seemed to be less and less like octopi and more like regular people. But they aren't regular people. They're satanic sea creatures and she'd be damned if she ever worked with them willingly. She was a pirate.
"Suck my crap and balls!!!" she shouted then spit in the octo-leader's face, "I'm a fucking pirate! I work alone! Do you even know who I am?!?!" And what last exclamation Captain Danielle took advantage of their shock and used the last of her drunken flight to propel herself out of the octopi's grasps and down through the floor of the room. And then the next floor. Then the next.
She crashed through the descending floors of the tower causing chaos and destruction as she fell. She eventually crashed into what she believed to be some underground tunnels or something. Captain Danielle wandered around hoping to find a way back to the docks to get back to her ship.
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Post by Mizagium on Mar 24, 2014 23:27:25 GMT -5
Landro Takayaki merely sighed and drummed his tentacles on his desk, which had miraculously survived the destruction that seemed to follow Captain Danielle wherever she flew. “Dresmond,” he said with a low growl, complete with beak clicking.
“I’ll handle it, master.”
Landor stopped him with a look. “The emissary from Space Land is arriving as we speak. Whatever you do, you are to keep her out of sight. Whatever the cost, whatever the damage – she and any other humans are to remain hidden! Our natural camouflage will prevent the Space humans from suspecting anything, but if any of them show up…” he didn’t have to explain. The presence of a real human among the Octopi would break the illusion.
“Yes, master.” Dresmond dropped into the floor, along with his entire squad.
Landro pressed a button on his desk and the floor closed up, a rug appeared from a hidden alcove and covered up the conspicuously discolored floor.
“I’m going to have to make some management changes when this is over,” he muttered. One of the picture frames on his wall changed, revealing a live image of the SLS Sundog easing into port, carrying the emissary from Space Land. He was dressed in a simple black business suit, suitable for a man on such a routine trading conference. Of course, he was flanked by a platoon of the famous Star Samurai, highly-trained soldiers clad in armor the colors of various stars, different hues denoting different ranks. He knew them, but couldn’t seem to recall them at the moment. Landro guessed that at least one or two of the legendary Space Ninjas had already infiltrated the city by now, scouting and doing all those things he typically left to Dresmond. Hopefully his own Ninjoctopi were keeping tabs on them.
An Octoguard greeted the man as he disembarked, shook hands, and lead him into the city. The emissary seemed to pause, regard his hands that had just touched a tentacle, but shrugged.
It seemed everything was going according to plan.
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Mayweather was not pleased at having her cockpit knocked out so quickly. Muttering curses in the Octolanguage, she did some things on her control panel. Buttons were pressed, knobs turned, it was a whole thing. She lashed out with one arm, intending to sweep Gabe aside, but hit his broadsword instead, and she lost that mechalimb. She sent two more after him while also opening all the weapon suites and aimed every last laser, rifle, pistol, rocket, stone sling, and rubber band shooter at Gabe – and fired.
Uggo landed behind Cozaltene and proceeded to unload his plasma pistols at the Octomechs, back to back with the German pirate.
“You know,” he said over the roar of flames, guns, and machinery, “this is just like a battle I was in some years ago. We didn’t have a name for it at the time, but they’re calling Space War IV: the Spacening now. Anyway, I was in a similar situation on Pluto, only we were fighting mutant Asteroid Bears.” He chuckled. “And that’s how I got these sweet peg legs.” Before he continued, he heard a drunken shouting that somehow drowned out everything else.
“I think I recognize that shouting,” he groaned. “I think your erstwhile ‘captain’ has found us again.”
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Post by Monika on Mar 27, 2014 21:11:04 GMT -5
Roewk and Noores agreed to join the council without hesitation and then went on their merry way.
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Mar 28, 2014 0:38:30 GMT -5
"I agree to join this council." Noores said stiffly.
"I agree. Now let's be on our merry way." Roewk replied.
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Post by Mizagium on Mar 28, 2014 1:33:34 GMT -5
"Aren't we forgetting something?"
"Eh?" Knox glanced up from his reverie. He'd been thinking of Sarah.
Ollie was sprawled out on the ground, facing the north. She lazily lifted her hand. "Didn't you have to recruit like six of us or something?"
He frowned. "Didn't I?"
"Well. Me." She raised a finger. "Bill Nye. That cool villain guy. That weird old guy. Fire Lady." She stopped with five fingers splayed out. "Five, yo."
"Hrm. I miscounted then. That leaves...Qualot. Wind." He stood abruptly. "You coming?"
"Nah." She waved him on. "Imma take a nap. This is a good spot at the base of the wreckage of a flying island. It's pretty metal. I think I'll write a song about it."
"I'll be back then." Knox opened a portal and disappeared, latching onto the faint trail of the Wind Immortal."
"Whatever," Ollie answered slowly, already drifting off.
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When Knox exited the portal he yelled and fell. He'd appeared high above the ground, just above the cloud line. He caught himself, though, using his Time powers to stop himself from falling. He couldn't exactly fly, but he did hang there in a not-that-embarassing position.
"Uh. Qualot?" He called. "Or whatever you're calling yourself now? Immortal of Wind? It's Knox, the Time Immortal. I have something very important to ask you."
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Post by Monika on Mar 28, 2014 16:28:47 GMT -5
The rather succinct answer almost caught Artemis off guard. Almost. Scern and Galro just stood quietly behind her, their eyes and mouths wide with surprise.
"It is regrettable that not all of the Immortals are willing to succumb so easily," Artemis muttered under her breath. Galro shot her an annoyed glance, which she paid no mind to. "Thank you, Roewk. Noores. You will be contacted when our first meeting is set to begin." With a slight nod to each of them, Artemis walked away from the Immortals of Wood and Lightning, summoning a portal in front of her. "Now, next should be the Immortal of Earth, but I have no idea where he or she might be, and I didn't see her when using Spatial Sight earlier. So I suppose we may as well try to recruit..." Artemis trailed off with a sigh.
"Wait!" Scern grabbed Artemis by the wrist before she went through the portal.
Artemis turned, slightly annoyed. "What is it?"
"Um..." Scern's stomach gave an audible roar, to which he replied, "Yeah, yeah, I'm asking her. So, um, Artemis...Heh heh." After a few seconds, Scern huffed and said, "After all that hard work playing on stage, I've worked up a major appetite. I was wondering if perhaps we could maybe get something to eat...if it's not too much trouble."
The Immortal of Space frowned, but with no desire to confront Zais at that very moment, she relented to Scern's request. "Fine. I know of a place in Awesome Land where we can partake in mediocre pizza. My treat." She dispelled the portal in front of her, summoned a different one in its stead, and casually strode through it.
"Awesome! Free pizza! Woooooo!" Scern swan dove through the portal, yelling the entire time.
"Scern, you dolt. We just made millions from that concert in Really Cool Land. And Miss Artemis was in charge of collecting it. She's probably using it to pay for this..." Rolling his eyes, Galro followed closely behind the other two Immortals.
A tenth of a microsecond later, all three of them had arrived inside a building that looked like it hadn't been used in years. There were several tables and chairs, but most of them were covered in a thick layer of dust.
"Um, Artemis, are you sure this is the right place?" Scern grimaced at his surroundings, not too keen on eating anything a place like this had to serve. Another growl from his stomach snapped him out of that mindset.
Artemis nodded. "I used to come here all the time as a college student. It's not a five star gourmet restaurant by any means, and they've never had too many customers. But the food's cheap. And adequate."
Galro scoffed, but Scern was too hungry to bother caring anymore. "Alright, so, where's the owner?" He hopped into a dusty booth and rested his legs atop the table. "I'm starving."
Artemis stepped up to the counter and knocked on top of it, just loudly enough for anyone in the kitchen to hear her. "Excuse me?" she asked. "Is anyone here? We'd like to place an order."
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Mar 30, 2014 0:25:04 GMT -5
Heimrall was attempting to balance a broom on her forehead in the kitchen while silently mumbling to herself.
"Forty...forty-one....forty-two..."
"HEY KID!"
She jumped, causing the broom to drop right into a pot of sauce.
Eeeeep! The owner is going to kill me. That's like the third pot of sauce I've ruined today. Thank the gods no one actually eats at this place. Shit.
Heimrall shuffled over, not too casually, to the ruined pot of sauce, removed the broom, and then placed it behind her back and side stepped over to the garbage can. She stepped on the pedal, releasing the lid, and dropped the broom into the trash and dusted her hands off.
"Yup, crisis averted."
The doors to the kitchen swung open with a crack and the owner stormed in, "Kid? Do you have your headphones in again or are you just ignoring me? There are people at the counter. You have to feed them, remember? I know we don't get customers often but damn, it's the one thing you actually have to do around here."
"Yes sir Mr. Mediocre, I'll get right on it!" She snapped her feet together, straightened her back, and saluted her boss sarcastically before heading to the front.
Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Eff. My. Liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiife.
She snatched her phone from her pocket and began to scroll through the last few feed updates as she approached the register. She glanced up from her phone long enough to see that there was a small group standing in front of her. She repeated her mantra in her head once again and propped herself up against the cash register, still staring at her phone.
"Welcome to Mediocre Pizza, can I take your order or do you just get lost like everyone else?"
Her ears twitched as the loud smack of Mr. Mediocre slapping his forehead echoed through the restaurant.
"Seriously kid, be nicer to customers. And where the hell is that broom? Did you sweep the dust off the tables yet? They need a place to sit."
"Uhh....yeah man...I totally did that already. The broom is just out here still....yeah. That's...that's where it is no worries."
She took a deep breath, smacked her hands together, and all the dust and dirt in the front of the restaurant came together in one giant cloud. She looked around for a place to hide the cloud of filth.
That portal should work. Wait...portal? ....Nope. Not gonna question it, don't get paid enough for that.
She flicked her wrists towards the portal and all the dusts flew through to the other side. She pursed her lips together and pantomimed a 'shhhhh', winked at the group and followed it with, "Don't tell my boss, kay? Our little secret. Now what'll you have?"
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Post by Monika on Mar 30, 2014 0:49:47 GMT -5
Artemis regarded the young woman curiously for several moments. Special powers were nothing short of commonplace in Awesome Land and the surrounding locations, but something about this girl seemed...particularly special. Artemis' gaze shifted from her to Galro to the cloud of dust floating toward the portal.
Galro caught onto Artemis' train of thought, leaned in close to her and whispered so only she could hear. "I believe that's her. The Immortal of Earth."
Artemis nodded. "What do you two want on your pizza?" she asked.
Scern immediately responded. "Extra cheese! Like, a lot of it. And stuffed crust! Oh, and sprinkle cheese on top of the crust, too! Oooh, and if you could coat the pan with cheese so cheese gets on the bottom of the crust too that would be great!"
Galro rolled his eyes and answered with something a bit more standard. "I'll be content with pepperoni."
"Very well. I will have a large pizza with pepperoni and absurd amounts of cheese," Artemis said. After a slight pause, she added, "I would also like another large pizza with whatever your favorite topping is. If it isn't too much to ask, we would like for you to eat with us once our order has been fulfilled. It doesn't seem like anyone else will be coming in for a while."
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Post by Calefrun on Mar 30, 2014 19:39:19 GMT -5
Gabe quickly raised his sword and severed another of the large machine's limbs, but another one that had been sent his way managed to catch his right arm, knocking the weapon out of his grasp. "Shit," he spat as he dove to avoid the incoming projectiles. He scrambled to recover his sword. He grabbed the hilt as lasers flew over his head, and turned to look at his enemy. As he did, a rubber band collided directly with his left eye. He howled in pain and staggered backwards. As he clutched at his injured eye, several lasers tore through his torso and he fell to the ground where he lied motionless.
"GABE!!" Al screamed. "RAAAAAAARRGH!" Balls of fire appeared in his hands, then expanded until they covered his entire body. He pointed open palms towards Octoritch and let loose a blast of flames which enveloped the entire mech.
Cozaltene nodded in agreement with Uggo. "Good thing, too. Wouldn't want her to miss all the fun." A mechanical tentacle flew towards him. Sidestepping the appendage, he fired several shots from his pistols. The lasers hit their mark with perfect accuracy, and the octomech exploded, pelting the handful that remained with debris.
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Mar 30, 2014 22:07:29 GMT -5
"Okay so...pepperoni lots of cheese...aaaaand a dinner date with yours truly and my own creation, because its not like I am working or anything."
Heimrall rolled her eyes and then gave a long look around the restaurant, and aside from the portal and the group in front of her, it was entirely empty as usual.
"...yup...not working at all. Sure, why not. But that portal better be gone by the time I get back. I'm not cleaning up after that."
She placed the super cheesy pepperoni pizza into the oven and let it bake, and then headed over to the table and began to create her own pizza, using enough dough to fill crust for three.
"It's the only way to make a pizza. The thicker the crust the better. It's the only good part about this stupid job."
She placed her headphones back into her ears and cranked up the tunes.
I just wonder what the hell those people want with me.
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Post by Monika on Apr 1, 2014 13:28:18 GMT -5
Artemis pointed at the portal and willed it out of existence, making a mental note to be more timely in her portal disposal next time.
Taking a seat opposite Galro and Scern, she asked the question, "Do you think she will easily submit to the idea of joining our council?"
Galro scoffed. "Hmph. Immortals are unpredictable. Teenagers even moreso. There's no telling how she'll react. Though I doubt that the brat will be all that eager to 'promote diplomacy' or 'protect the world' or whatever the goal of this council is."
"Don't be such a wet blanket, Galro!" Scern responded.
"Will you stop calling me th-"
"I mean, she's obviously in need of some adventure. You can tell she hates this job, and she's practically begging to go outside and do something exciting!" Scern reached into his jacket and pulled out a worn copy of The Avengers #1, tapping it with the back of his hand. "Think about it. Joining up with a team of superpowered individuals to defend the world? That's exactly what she needs. She'll be on this like you on women's bodily fluids." Scern put the comic back in his jacket, wholly oblivious to the vicious scowl on Galro's face.
"I...am inches away...from killing you..." Galro growled. The air became noticeably cooler.
"Both of you, calm down!" Artemis demanded. "See if I ever take you out to dinner again."
"Grr..." Galro crossed his arms and the air rose back to its original temperature. "I wish she would hurry up. The sooner we get this over with, the better..."
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Apr 5, 2014 22:35:31 GMT -5
"It....it's...peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerfect!!!!"
Heimrall dropped to her knees, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes and squee'd as she clasped her hands over her mouth. Her pizza's crust was so thick that it had stretched almost to the top of the oven. She pulled it out and placed it on the table next to the extra cheesy pizza to compare. It was nearly sixteen and a half times taller than the pizza next to it.
"I...wait...no.....nooooo!!!"
She looked over the top of pizza's massive crust by standing on her tippy toes with her hands on the table. She peered down from above the crust, into the deep deep deep dish that had been made and noticed a lack of toppings...all of them actually. It was just a bread bowl.
"Nooo!!!!!"
She fell backwards off the table, landing onto the floor and began to roll around in circles.
"No no no no no! I was so caught up in the beauty of creating the perfect crust that I forgot the rest of the pizza!!!!"
"Hey kid! What's all that racket? You got that order done or what?"
She sprung up to her feet and caught her breath, "I uh...yeah! Yeah I was just about to bring it out. No problems at all."
Heimrall walked over to the table and took hold of her pizza, which took both hands for her to handle. She sighed to herself and grumbled.
"Great, I can't carry these at the same time."
She glanced around the room to look for something to help her carry the trays, and her eyes fell on the trashcan that hid the ruined broom. Hmmm. I never did sweep the kitchen...
She outstretched her arms and held her palms upwards and concentrated. All the dust in the kitchen gathered along her palms and formed two spinning discs. She flicked her finger tips and the discs went under either pizza tray and floated in front of Heimrall.
"Yup, that ought to do it."
She made her way to the floor and set the pizzas down at the table and sat down with the group.
"Well, eat up everyone."
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