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Post by Queen SD on Aug 28, 2009 15:07:57 GMT
"Scientists now believe there may really be a parallel universe - in fact, there may be an infinite number of parallel universes, and we just happen to live in one of them. These other universes contain space, time and strange forms of exotic matter. Some of them may even contain you, in a slightly different form. Astonishingly, scientists believe that these parallel universes exist less than one millimetre away from us. In fact, our gravity is just a weak signal leaking out of another universe into ours." This story does not take place in a certain time and space, for such things are irrelevant, when one can simply defy them. It is not a tale of one world but of many, as they are all connected through small cracks in all dimensions, Windows as they call them. Of course only the Deshas could cross them, after all it was their job to keep each universe safely apart from the other, in harmony. That was until, for the first time in history, one of their own kind turned against them, causing said harmony to vanish. Different characters from entirely different lands will cross paths, as their worlds will collide and it’s up to them to restore the balance between the parallel universes. Meanwhile, a humanoid creature of unknown origins named Evenus Cainnelat is in desperate search for his past and his reason. While he has the power to travel between worlds at will, he never seems to find what he is looking for, the answers to all his troubling questions. When he stumbles upon a curious-looking group of people, each seeming to originate from a different land, his curiosity gets the best of him (as it usually does) and follows them, eager as always for a new adventure, for danger. But what seems like a fun game, another hunt for adrenaline, slowly grows into something more important and perilous Evenus Cainnelat could have ever dreamed, or wished for.
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Post by Queen SD on Aug 30, 2009 16:24:09 GMT
(OOC: This will be a bit of a deja-vu for you originalsix and deeviousdemon, but it needs to be posted. Next post on will be all fresh xD) Chapter 1: Moonlight City It was a quiet night in the world of Moonlight City, too quiet. For the first time Cainn had even witnessed, the purple sky was clear of clouds, so 10 of the moons were visible. He was certain the locals had names for all 50 satellites that circle their planet, but could never bring himself to remember them. No wind was blowing either, which was rather unusual. The weather conditions around Moonlight City had always been harsh to say the least, so that night’s stillness troubled him. Sceptical Cainn stared at the horizon with a blank look on his face, the lights from the City reflecting on his dark eyes. Those lights never went off, as the sunrise never came in Moonlight City – hence the very creative name. How would the Upelas, the people of the City, react to such weather? Most of them would be glad of course, but surely there would be more to it than that. Perhaps a research? No, few scientists would be willing to leave the safety of their home, not to mention that such an act was forbidden. Moonlight City was in fact consisted of multiple smaller cities all connected with the Highway, and each one was enclosed in a thick, glass dome, so that it would be possible to survive the extreme weather. No Upela was allowed to leave the dome without permission from the government, something scarcely ever granted. Tired of the world’s stillness, Cainn jumped to his feet and readjusted his hat. He’d try to cross to another world; if he were lucky his power would have recharged. After all he’d already spent a full month in Moonlight City, soaring through the clouds and fighting the storms and the hurricanes that followed – it made him feel alive, the exhilarating experience of dancing with Mother Nature. Cainn let out a heavy sigh. Without that feeling, this world was dead to him. He needed to have something happening, that way his mind was always occupied, preventing other, darker thoughts entering it and dragging him back into the state of depression that had overcome him a few centuries ago. “Now, where to?” he mumbled to himself, aware that no one was around to hear him. He could go to Earth; it was surely an interesting place, though a bit too populated for his taste. Reaching out with his right hand Cainn felt the Windows of the worlds brush against the tips of his fingers. It is difficult to explain the feeling of such a thing, it would be as if trying to describe the feeling of the wind brushing against one’s skin to someone who has no sense of touch. Cainn sensed where each Window lay and had a good idea about where it would lead him to. Eventually he found it, the portal to Earth with its unmistakable aura about it. He’d always been especially glad that he had the ability to distinguish the aura of all those Windows he came across, that way he was able to tell the difference between each world and there was little chance of him ever getting lost in the countless universes. Eyes closed, arm still extended, Cainn grasped the Window and prepared to make way for his crossing. And then he stopped himself. He was not alone.
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Post by Teh HB on Aug 31, 2009 18:59:14 GMT
TOBIAS
Tobias was hunched over the machine, tinkering with the different odds and ends... A particle accelerator here, a subatomic demoleculariser there, whatever he thought would be useful for the machine he had been trying to create. It was only small, and looked like a normal watch, just a standard timepiece, yet it was so much more...
His thin frame remained hunched over the watch, a bead of sweat trickling down from his brow, mostly covered by his shock of black hair. He wiped his hands on his jeans, and continued to piece together the miraclulous machine, the only signs of his inherent frustration being his muttering, almost under his breath.
"Come on... Come on... Work!"
He spoke perfect english, having worked over most of his habit of speaking in his native language, Krillian. Every now and then, a bit of it would slip into conversation, but he had mostly covered it. He slaved over the invention, constantly tweaking tiny parts of the little machine. Hidden within the watch was the components for something amazing, that Tobias couldn't resist trying to make inside the watch for the pure irony of it.
A time machine.
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Post by Queen SD on Aug 31, 2009 19:40:39 GMT
Cainn should have sensed the presence earlier, for it was close to him. But alas, when seeking a Window, he tended to let his guard down – bad habit of his - and his powers grew weaker. Not to mention that he hardly expected to see anyone outside the City, let alone a humanoid! Because that was what the presence was, a man. Turning around Cainn noticed that he was close enough to read the look on his face: confusion was the dominant emotion. In fact he was so close that Cainn was surprised when the man didn’t seem to notice him – it took me a moment to realise that he was having trouble seeing through the night. Then again it was strange, since the light coming from all the moons was perfectly adequate. His eyes are still adjusting, Cainn thought to himself, as he watched the man's pupils grow slightly larger. Which means that a few moments ago he was somewhere bright. But we all know that there is no such a thing around here… Bloody hell this one just crossed to this world! Cainn was so stunned at that realisation, that he almost said the last sentence out loud. Almost. At once followed a feeling he was quite familiar with, one of the few he always yielded to: curiosity. What was that man doing there? Where was he from, and how did he cross? Was he sent here on a mission, or was it an accident? He looked confused, true, but he could have been faking it. Then again, no one could fake such a feeling that well.
Now, Cainn knew they said curiosity killed the cat, but thankfully he was not a cat. So he decided to take his chances and speak up. “You don’t seem to be from around here,” Cainn said casually in an accent resembling the Irish one, as he stepped forward and revealed his presence. The sound of his voice made the man jump, but other than that he did not make a move, simply fixed his eyes on Cainn. “You shouldn’t be roaming out here in the middle of the night. Dangerous creatures may be lurking in the shadows…” He couldn’t help but grin, fully aware that the only "dangerous creature" within a thousand mile radius was himself.
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Post by Teh HB on Aug 31, 2009 20:19:18 GMT
TOBIAS
Tobias tried to avoid a huge outburst, and managed. Barely. He had been so focused on making his time machine that he didn't notice anything change. Or maybe it had all happened so soon... But how? Could it be the machne? No, it hadn't even been activated yet. Or completed. Tobias double checked the insides of the watch to make sure, and confirmed it wouldn't be able to even tell the time in its current state. Perhaps the person who had spoke would have some form of answer...
The person looked slightly strange, too. He wasn't sure how this new man was strange, apart from being very tall, and his eyes looked weird, but apart from that, there seemed to be nothing.
"Hello. Do you have any idea just what the hell happened? I was in my study, working on... Something, and now i'm here, in the middle of nowhere, with no idea what's going on... Oh, and don't worry about dangerous creatures, I think i'll be fine if anything shows up. I always keep a little something in my pockets in case anything happens unexpectedly."
Indeed Tobias did have something in his pockets in case of attack. And not just in his pockets either. On his right wrist was one of his inventions, this one also hidden in a watch. He simply had to press a button and throw it, and it would explode with a force strong enough to kill anyone within a 10 metre radius. There was also a small gun in one of the pockets of his labcoat, concealed by the fabric, and didn't even weigh the coat down at all, so there were no noticeable sags. The gun itself weighed less than 10 grams, but had enough kick in it to blow a hole in someone the size of Tobias' hand.
Along with the weapons, Tobias also had some basic tools and the components for the watch in his pockets too. He just needed one thing left to complete the invention. Of course, this last component was rare on Krillia, so Tobias had no idea about this place.
"Also, do you have any idea where I might find a molecular transponder?"
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Post by Queen SD on Aug 31, 2009 21:26:19 GMT
[Wrote this RP with HB, on Skype]
“Oh… yes I am sure you will be just fine,” Cainn almost laughed when the man mentioned keeping “a little something” in his pockets. Like that would ever help! Not wanting to give himself away as a potential threat, he cleared his throat loudly and went on talking. “As for what has happened… Well I was hoping you could tell me. I know perfectly well where I am, you are the one who seems lost.” "Well, that's a huge shame, all I know is I was working on something in my lab, and now I'm here..." The man muttered. "Working on something?" Cainn raised an eyebrow. And hadn’t he mentioned he needed a molecular transponder? What the hell was he up to? At once Cainn noted in his mind that the man had to be from a very technologically advanced world. "And what may that something be? As far as I know, transponders - let alone molecular ones - are a hard thing to come by... even in your world." "Elaana!" [Damn it!] Tobias had reverted back to his native language for a brief moment, an exclamation of his annoyance at having it noticed. "Well, I don't know the right words... I suppose it would be... Erm... Alaatel Waqit." [Time machine]. In truth, Tobias knew the proper meaning; he was simply hoping this strange man would not understand him. It was a very secretive project.
"Hey, no need to swear pal," Cainn laughed at the annoyance he had caused the man. He did not know what the language the man was speaking was called, as he had never visited his world, but he'd always had a gift with languages - Cainn just understood what the words meant without thinking about it. This ability of his has been of great help, considering that all his life he'd been traveling to different worlds. Imagine what it would be like if he had no idea what anyone was saying! On with the conversation, which was getting interesting, Cainn said: "Oh really? Been busy then I suppose. But I guess it's about time someone invented that thing." He stressed the word "time" suggestively.
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Post by Tundra on Sept 1, 2009 1:54:34 GMT
Jaspar
“Look, I’ve told you before, I’m not doing it!” “Aw, come on man! Just this once, I swear this’ll be the last time!” Jaspar whined at his best friend, tilting his head on one side and clasping his hands in an unashamed beg; cigarette hanging precariously out the side of his mouth. “No! I’m not going to chat her up and then you go and ‘rescue’ her! The things you come out with; it’s ridiculous!! ‘Hey, is this guy trying to steal your panties? Cos you can always hide them in my bed if you want’ is NOT appropriate! And I’m not carrying you to the hospital again after that last girl smashed your face in!” Sam rolled his eyes, half smile tickling his mouth. “How was I supposed to know she was half troll?!” “She was eight foot tall!!!!” “They could have been boots.” Jaspar sulked. “Just... really big boots.” He mumbled as he downed the remainder of his drink; it was strong and burnt the back of his throat. The pair were in one of the town’s most popular bars. Scummy though it was, the music and alcohol was the best for miles around, and the sheer volume of people it held was good for hiding from greedy bounty hunters. “Look, go over and talk to her if you want, but stop trying to drag me into this!” Sam sighed exasperatedly, taking a sip of orange juice; ignoring the stubborn pout on Jaspar’s face. “Fine then, I will.” The red head muttered, putting out his cigarette in Sam’s glass of orange; much to his friend’s disgust. He proceeded to saunter over to a particularly pretty blonde sitting at the edge of the bar, twirling her little finger around the edge of her glass; legs crossed provocatively, so you could see a flash of a red rose tattoo on her upper thigh peeping out from underneath her short blue dress. Jaspar ran his fingers through his hair and took a deep breath before leaning next to her with a cheeky smile on his face. The woman looked him up and down, and scoffed before turning back to her drink. Jaspar briefly lost his cool composure and did a double take. “Oh come on now, sweetheart. I haven’t even said anything yet!” He smiled at her, gently tucking a piece of stray hair behind her ear. “Give a guy a chance would you?” His voice dropped slightly, looking her straight in the eyes. Her steely expression faltered slightly, before she broke eye contact and sniffed. “A chance to what exactly?” She raised her eyebrows and smirked. Jaspar blinked. “E-er... to erm....” The woman frowned at him. “To, erm, get to know you better of course!!” He tried to recover, but the damage was already done; the woman simply got up, and walked over to a very muscular Orc covered head to toe with various tattoos of skulls and demons and dragons. A slow clapping emanated from his table. “Congratulations, mate. You got beaten by the Orc who looked like he broke his way out of prison using his face as a shovel! It’s a proud day for demons everywhere.” Sam grinned as Jaspar blushed as crimson as his hair. “You can shut up; she was real ugly up close anyway. I was lucky I got out when I did.” He muttered, making his way back, ready to drink his body weight in booze. “Got out? Mate, you were catapulted out of there, you tried to claw your way back, but oho, she just went and sprayed window cleaner in your eyes, didn’t she?” The blonde laughed heartily, enjoying his friend’s embarrassment. Jaspar stumbled a little as he walked closer, Sam frowned. “You alright mate?” He smiled nervously. “Y-yeah, I’m fi-“ Jaspar’s knees suddenly buckled beneath him, Sam rushed to his aid, propping him up on his shoulder; eyes wide in surprise. Jaspar held a shaky hand to his head; he’d gone deathly pale and was breaking out in a cold sweat. “W-what?” Sam frowned in a panic. “God it took you long enough.” A cold drawling voice came from the table behind them. Sam turned. “Y-you.” Jaspar managed to force out a snarl. “Me indeed.” A woman smirked emotionlessly, legs crossed nonchalantly across the surface of the table. “You did this to him? What the hell is your problem?” Sam snapped, usual calm demeanour gone in an instant. “Naturally! Though I would have expected a reaction slightly sooner, seems I still underestimate the pair of you.” Sniffed the raven haired woman; draining the last of her drink. She stood, revealing two large hand pistols in her belt; each bearing the emblem of the Nemamiah Bounty Hunter Society. A group of merciless demon hunters feared throughout the solar system; known for their rash tactics and bloodthirsty morals. “Elia, y-you bitch. What are you trying to pull?” Groaned Jaspar, hunched over clutching his stomach; weight barely supported by Sam’s small frame. “The price on your head has gone up yet again, Mr. West. You should be pleased, not so grumpy.” She smirked “I was hoping the drug I slipped in your drink would have knocked you out... but, I guess I just have to work with what I was given, eh?” She chuckled and drew her pistol; aiming it at his head. “No!” Sam yelled, lunging forward. “You ca- huh?” He turned, Jaspar was clutching onto the sleeve of his parka hoodie, grimacing. “J-just relax, I’m fine. Don’t get yourself worked up over something so little, it’s bad for you. Just, damn this is uncomfortable.” He coughed and staggered to his feet. “You honestly think a little thing like that is going to s-stop me? Why, I’ve had stronger drinks. Remember that cocktail at Rebbekkar Bay? Damn that was a doozy. And Elia, you know you can’t fire that thing in here; you’d be jumped by Nemamiah haters as quick as anything.” “You bastard.” Elia growled, knowing full well that she couldn’t really fire her gun in such a crowded building. She’d been hoping that Jaspar would have been in a bad enough state to simply comply. The demon grinned, showing his ever so slightly pointed canines. “What did you think was going to happen eh?” He walked slowly over to her, his balance returning; drug already weakened. “That I was going to collapse? You’d have finally caught me eh? Big promotion? Celebrations? Parades all dedicated to honour you?” He laughed as he stood barely inches away from her face; bright blue contacts staring into her soul. “You think Sam would have just let you take me? You don’t think people would have noticed you dragging a half dead demon around with your proud society badges shouting out to everyone? People have noticed you, Cartorv, and they don’t look best pleased. I’d take your little drugs and your little guns and get out of here, if I were you.” He cocked his head on one side, mocking her as she glanced around at the sea of faces going about their business. Suddenly, she lunged at him, pushing him backwards and pulling out a knife from a hidden pocket in her dark beige jacket. “This isn’t over.” She snarled, holding the blade to his neck. Jaspar merely flashed his smile at her, and grasped the blade in his hand, dripping blood down his wrist and onto the floor. “You’ve made a big mistake.” He whispered in her ear, making her flinch. Elia shook with effort. How was he overpowering her? He was meant to be weakened, this should be easy! She glanced over at Sam, who was looking at her with a curious expression. She frowned. “You see, the difference between you and me... is that, slit like they may be, you can see my pupils.” He breathed, pushing her back against the wall, pinning her so she couldn’t reach for her guns. Elia gasped. “Y-you..” “So this is why you’re wearing such goofy trousers... I just thought you were trying to create the illusion you actually had curves.” Jaspar chuckled, pulling down the elastic of her high waisted trousers; revealing a small line of stitches. “Jeeze, Cartorv, if you’re going to break the rules then at least do it properly.” He sighed. “W-what do you mean?” “You had the operation didn’t you?” Sam frowned at her. “Why? Why do that to your body?” “Guess she’s not as tough as we thought she was. Turns out she’s just a little girl who’d rather inject herself with drugs through a little device to make her stronger, than work hard for it. But she forgot that alcohol impairs the drugs, and practically reverses its beneficial effects; making her far weaker than before.” Elia swore. “If you’re going to do illegal drugs, sweetie, then at least wear some shades to cover up your lack of pupils, it’s a dead giveaway. Also, don’t drink on the job, otherwise you’ll get silly little demons like me being able to overpower you like you’re some sort of preschool kid.” Jaspar muttered and let her go, rubbing the cut along the palm of his hand. “Go on now ‘n git, before you get into any more trouble.” “I don’t want your pity.” She spat at him, eyes full of venom. “And I’m not going to get into a brawl with some bitch that can barely hold a pistol steady, that’s not fair. Now, I’m not one for honour and crap like Sam, but, I’m not gonna stoop that low tonight, anyway.” He sat down at her table and clutched his stomach. “Man.... Sam, can you get me some antacids or something?” Sam smiled. “Sure thing... just try not to get into any more trouble.” “I never make a promise I can’t keep.” “You always make promises you can’t keep.” “Not the ones I mean.”
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Post by Queen SD on Sept 1, 2009 22:16:01 GMT
[Again, co-written with HB]
Tobias picked up on the stress on "time", and almost shouted something else in Krillian, when he stopped himself. "You... Can understand Krillian?"
Krillian... Cainn thought. So that is what this new language is called. Interesting... "I'm good at languages, what can I say? But that doesn't matter. Where are you from?" Cainn brushed off the matter, and tried to extract the information he wanted from the man.
"Well, if I speak Krillian, I'm from Krillia, not very imaginative, is it? Why'd you want to know that anyway?"
As the man didn't seem to have any ill intentions, and was obviously unaware of what danger he could be in, Cainn decided to go along with this game he had started - he had nothing to lose after all. "Well lad you're not in Krillia anymore, I'm afraid. This place is called Moonlight City. Yet another creative name. I was curious because you don't seem like the kind of person I'd come across here… But where are my manners, I haven't even introduced myself! My name is Evenus Cainnelat," he added, knowing that it would be no harm to reveal his name.
"And my name is Tobias Cane... And you're right; I wouldn't be seen around here often. So, what you're saying is I managed instantaneous interstellar travel? Oh wow... This is awesome!" Tobias decided to make one of his frequent yet almost incomprehensible ramblings about sci-fi that he became known for back home... A scientist and a geek, he was the most advanced fantasy nerd in the solar system, possibly in the universe. "This is almost like when Captain Slortho made a jump into hyperspace through a black hole to fight the Slathini... Except without the hyperspace jump and the black hole and the Slathini..." Captain Slortho was not a very famous movie, perhaps only known to a small minority of sci-fi nerds, includng Tobias... Nobody ever really understood much about it from what he talked about.
Great, Cainn had stumbled upon a fantasy nerd. But strangely enough, instead of turning around and leaving, he stayed and listened to him blabbing about a book or a movie Cainn had never heard of. His reactions amused him, plus the whole situation was just too bizarre for Cainn to back away. "What do you mean 'you managed to'? Were you actually trying to get to another universe?" Cainn knew it was immature of him, but he was in a way annoyed that he was not the only one with the power to cross worlds after all.
"What? No, that's impossible, isn't it? Well, I suppose not, now that it's happened, but still... No. I have no idea what happened, just one second I was in my lab, the next moment, I was here, and now here I am talking to you," he said with a shrug.
Huh. Cainn had just told the man he'd been transported to a different universe and he had not even blinked. "You're a strange person, you know that Tobbie?" Cainn laughed, this time without a hint of mock. "Are you not afraid? Or have you not realised perhaps what has actually happened? You have left your universe. You are in a completely alien world. Does that not bother you?" Then again, he thought, Geek was probably so used to all those fantasy settings he lived his life dreaming of, that when he actually found himself in a similar situation, it was of no surprise to him.
"Heh, a new universe just means new things to learn and build. Hell, maybe if this place hasn't had any of my inventions, I could recreate them here and get recognition here too." Tobias was looking around the place already, he had only been doing it subtly so far, but now he was looking all around at the plant life around him. Before long, he pointed towards a tree, and looked back at Evenus. "I don't think I've seen one of these before for example... What does it do?"
Super-nerd has no more information to give me; it is as simple as that, not to mention disappointing. So why was Cainn letting him live? At the time he had tried to convince himself that it was because he still had things to learn from the man, about his world and his people, but the truth is that Cainn longed for a change. Hanging around with that guy gave him something new to amuse himself with. No not in that way. Pervert. "What does it do?" he repeated the man's questing, raising an eyebrow. "Why does it have to do something? It's just a tree!"
That statement surprised Tobias a lot... It was “just a tree”? "What do you mean by that? Where I come from, everything does something... But, then again, I suppose the same rules do not apply here. So this... Tree, it is purely ornamental?"
Cainn nearly burst out laughing at that. So his world did not have plants. It had to be a lot more technologically advanced than he had imagined. In the millions of worlds Cainn had visited, rarely had he come across ones with no sign of foliage at all. "Well trees are plants," Cainn tried to explain in the simplest way possible. "And plants are alive, like you and me, though not quite the same. They cannot move, speak, or see, but they breathe, feed, and they can die." "Wow... What a terrible way to live..." “Indeed.”
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Post by originalsix on Sept 2, 2009 20:44:20 GMT
(For Queenie and Deevious, this's gonna look very familiar. Next one'll be original work, promise)
The first thing Caless Avril knew was pain. He opened his eyes, blinked once, then gasped, screwing them shut against the blinding whiteness that surrounded him. With unsteady arms, he rolled onto his front, trying to ignore the sick ache in the pit of his stomach.
Warily he opened his eyes again. The ground was featureless grey mud, decorated with the occasional rock. Caless lay clutching at the ground for several minutes until it stopped swaying under him, then pushed himself up, one hand idly rubbing the side of his pounding head. The bare earth stopped abruptly a few paces to his left, replaced by several inches of snow. Caless glanced around. He was sitting in the middle of a perfect circle, maybe ten feet in diameter, the edges completely sheer. The only thing inside the circle, besides him was his backpack.
Caless stared, bewildered, his left hand automatically tracing around the scar on his temple where years ago the surgeon general had implanted his psionic booster. His thumb brushed against the raised ridge of skin, and Caless' head erupted into white hot agony. Screaming, he fell back into the dirt, his hand recoiling as if it had been burnt.
The pain vanished as quickly as it had come. Shaken, Caless dragged himself to a crouch. Never in four years had his head hurt like that. Even the day after surgery, waking up with a hole in his skull, had hurt less.
Caless' left hand twitched as he reached for the backpack. He needed to contact Control, give them a sitrep and receive further orders. Withdrawing a small two way radio, he stabbed the power button. No welcoming voice, not even a hiss of static greeted him. Caless pressed the button again in futile hope, receiving nothing in return. He turned it over, the battery indicator was dead. Whatever else that gate had done, it'd screwed all hell out of his electrics. Throwing it back into the bag, he reached for a side pouch and pulled out a small compass. Caless looked up at the sky, hoping at least to get a bearing on where he was. He stared for several seconds, frowned, rubbed his eyes, then glared skywards again, willing it to have changed in less than ten seconds. All his hope of knowing where he was suddenly evaporated. 'What kind of place has ten moons?' He thought. 'Where the bloody hell am I? '
Shaking his head, expecting the worst, Caless looked at the compass, and could only stare impotently as it whirled crazily on its bearing. 'Piece of junk.' He said, shoving it back in its pouch in disgust. 'Probably all those damned moons.'
A faint noise in the distance snapped Caless' head around. He froze, barely daring to breathe. Again, in the distance, voices! Caless stood, snatching his bag from the floor. He ran a hand over his weapons, his collapsable spear in its holster on his right hip, and the knife on his belt, before turning, and heading into the snow.
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Post by Queen SD on Sept 2, 2009 22:50:38 GMT
He’d heard a scream, he was certain – it had been close too. Mr. Inventor on the other hand had heard nothing, as he was going on about a strange movie involving a green baby and the end of the world. Or something. Cainn never paid much attention to such things really, he'd always found life far too interesting to be spent on things that weren't even real. That is part of the reason for why he never slept - dreams were useless, once one wakes up they fade away. The second reason was because Cainn didn't actually need sleep to survive, as he got all the energy he needed when he fed.
Back to the story... “Shush!” Cainn tried to quiet Tobbie. “What? Is something wrong?” He stopped rambling, disappointed – he was getting to the best part - and looked at Cainn in question. “We’re not alone,” he whispered, and thankfully Tobias was smart enough to stay quiet this time. If Cainn were in another world, a different day, he would not have been half as cautious as he was at that time. But strange things were happening, and he thought it would be best to stay on guard. For all he knew, no one had been outside the City Domes in centuries, and just on that day he'd come across two people – one of which was not even from that universe. Cainn sensed Tobbie reach out for something in his pocket, without really noticing what it was, since he was too busy trying to detect the new presence. As it got closer, it was easier for him to determine that they were dealing with a sentient creature, most likely humanoid; still Cainn was convinced that it was not an Upela. Someone from another universe? As crazy as it sounded, it was the first thought that crossed his mind, and though he didn’t know it at the time, he was absolutely right.
“Show yourself!” Cainn said loudly, but without shouting, when he was sure that the presence was near enough to hear him. Cainn spoke a universal language – if 10 different people who spoke 10 different tongues had heard him, each would have heard the words spoken in their own language. At that point Tobbie gave him a what-are-you-doing look, but ignoring him Cainn continued talking to the person he knew was there. “We mean you no harm, you have my word.” Not that giving his word meant much to him, but the person didn’t need to know that.
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Post by Tundra on Sept 3, 2009 8:55:50 GMT
"Jeeze, can't you just leave us alone?!" Jaspar whined as he stomped heavily out of the building. Elia was following them both, expression set to neutral. She chuckled. "I told you, this isn't over!" She called out to them, threat in her voice apparent. "Oh, really?!" Jaspar cocked his head on one side and smirked. "Come on, Sam." He motioned to his friend, who was staring at Elia with a sad look on his face. "Feel sorry for me, do you?" She grinned; completely unfazed. "Well, I don't want pity from someone like you, " She paused and sniffed "...scum." Sam twitched slightly before shaking his head. "I'm not getting into this." "But you're already into it, aren't you? Trailing around after him like some sort of puppy dog. Faggot." Sam clenched his fists. "But, I guess spineless idiots must be a family trait then, eh? No wonder you're all washed up." Sam closed his eyes, and tried to calm himself down. Jaspar could feel his friend tense. "Sam, mate, she's not worth it come on, get a grip." "Someone else telling you what to do eh? Not got a mind of your own? Need people to think for you? Why don't you just go home and cuddle your precious Mommy?" Sam twitched. "Oh, wait, my apologies, your home is all rubble now, isn't it?" Elia smiled cruelly. Suddenly, Sam leapt at the woman, before Jaspar managed to hold him back. "YOU TAKE THAT BACK!!!!" The blonde screamed, kicking violently, to try to escape the clutches of his best friend. He clasped his hands to his head and continued to scream. "STOP IT! CAN'T YOU SEE WHAT YOU'RE DOING?! YOU IDIOT!!" Jaspar yelled, as Sam fell to his knees, screaming all the while. "And you know the best part about that Sammy boy?" Elia continued regardless, eyes glistening with glee. "You know exactly who's fault that is, don't you?." Jaspar gasped. "Shut up!! Don't you dare drag Sam into this! Your problem is with me, not him!!!" Jaspar snarled and grabbed the Bounty hunter by her collar. Elia merely chuckled. "If I can't capture you here, then I must make you go somewhere else. What better way to do that, than to drive you out? Because I know there's something that these people hate more than Bounty Hunters..." She grinned, motioning at Sam who was writing in pain on the floor. "Bitch." Jaspar breathed, pushing her to the floor, before hurrying over to his friend. "Sam!! Sam, listen to me mate! She's not worth it, you know? You can still get this together! Don't listen to it!" He begged, grasping Sam's shoulders as he coughed and gagged. "Too late, Jaspar. You know more than anyone, once he gets this bad, there's no way of stopping it." Elia laughed and dusted herself off. "NO! Sam! Can you hear me? Fight it! Don't give in!!" Jaspar was desperate now as he could hear Sam's bones crunching and a deep growl from inside his chest. His screams were now howls of pain and his eyes were glazed over and unseeing. His hair was wild and drenched in sweat as his back arched unnaturally. Even Elia couldn't help but wince slightly as two small drops of blood appeared at either side of the boy's mouth. You didn't need to be a genius to figure out that the screaming howls meant: " It hurts." Jaspar flinched as Sam's skin became hot to the touch. "Dammit, only one more night until we were paid... only one more night then we could have gotten out of this hellhole. If only-" Jaspar's eyes darted around before he realised what he had to do. "Sam, I'm so sorry mate, but we need this." He sniffed. "What do you think you're doing?" Elia asked, cool composure slipping slightly as Jaspar held up Sam by his jacket. "I'm being a good friend." He muttered, before slamming his fist into the side of Sam's head, knocking him down in an instant KO. OOC NOTE: There'll be a second part to this, but I need to get off the computer now. A little is better than nothing, right?
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Drer'Ahv
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Post by Drer'Ahv on Sept 5, 2009 2:40:12 GMT
(OOC: Is an intro post. *feels noobish*)
The gun clicked, and the man backed up.
"So, you kept a child in your basement and raped him. How tragic."
His Adam’s apple bounced. His heart scalded the inside of his chest. Blind hands groped for walls as he searched for a way, any way, out. A terrible clarity had befallen him, telling him about the humid warmth of the room, the imperfect slant of the walls, the worms in his belly. He didn’t remember her, and he didn’t remember what she accused him of doing. What he remembered was that there was a gun, and it was pointed at him.
An annoyed sigh. “It’s hardly entertainment when you just stand there like a chickenshit.”
He computed this quickly, discovered he was standing still, and flailed his arms around for something, anything, to grab a hold of. The index finger of his right hand suddenly jolted from a blow, his entire frame jerking from the bullet. Imaginary bullet, that was. And then muttering—
There was a groan somewhere in the cotton-air, and red paint splattered across the wall behind him.
She walked up to him as his mouth moved fish-like, blood seeping through the hole in his shoulder, and kneeled in front of him. “You know, I really like it when they run. More of a challenge to shoot.” She winked, and he screamed.
She turned her back to him, finally visiting the rest of the house. “You should have really cleaned this place up, it’s a dump. Trash everywhere,” Alvara commented, kicking over a heap of newspapers. “Though, it perfectly mirrors you. Unorganized, too lazy to move,” she walked over to him, and cocked her head as he struggled to drag himself backwards, away from her. She stopped and looked at her gun thoughtfully, then wiped the barrel off with her sleeve. “You are what your belongings are,” she said finally.
A single shot, a scream, and then it fell silent.
“Trash.”
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Post by MangaMan!ac on Sept 5, 2009 14:04:23 GMT
Something was different… And whatever it was, it was not in harmony with the aura of the galaxy. Plasma merged its energy with the elements surrounding it, attempting to discover what was wrong. Letting its being flow through everything, in a way it became one with it all, and could feel all of its surroundings as if they were an extension of its soul. Suddenly, it found it! It was a picture! Well, at least it looked like a picture, or perhaps a piece of a painting that had been detached from the original artwork… Plasma approached, hoping to sense anything that could give it further information about that strange picture phenomenon.
You see, Plasma cannot touch anyone; it is cut off from the physical world, as it is consisted of plain energy. It can mimic almost anything: a creature, an idea, an element, a colour, a thought, whatever it can imagine. Though it has the power to change forms, Plasma prefers to appear either as a cloud of light, or an old man, so it can scan the world surrounding it with proper eyes when feelings are not clear enough around it. Communication is achieved through mind contact, by exchanging thoughts with another creature, as well as emotions, pictures, and the like. But lets get back to our story…
In no more than a second, the picture was drawing Plasma in, and soon enough it had entirely swallowed the creature. Then for the first time in its 200 years of life, Plasma was gripped by the chilling feeling we call fear. What was that all about? It had travelled all over the galaxy; it thought it had felt everything there was to feel, and now this creepy feeling suddenly appearing? What Plasma sensed was something totally unknown to it, but such a thing was impossible, for it knew well the universe it was raised in. So what is the meaning of this? A different galaxy? A different world? As impossible as it sounded, it was the only explanation that could make any sense.
It was one of the rare occasions, when Plasma decided to use proper eyes to see what lay around it – usually it just sensed the energy of its surroundings. It decided to take the form of a short, old man, positioning its body as if it were doing yoga, with its legs crossed, while slightly hovering in the air (unfortunately Plasma hated the ground). Then it proceeded with examining the environment it had found itself in. Two were the main things that caught its attention: white and blue. It realised that the ground consisted of a liquid, which had frozen and taken a solid form. Looking at the sky it could make out ten spheres of silvery light, of various sizes. They reminded Plasma of the planet-like spheres in its own planetary system, the Followers – they were called that because they always followed a planet, orbiting around it. Plasma wondered what world was that.It was probably very far from home......
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Post by originalsix on Sept 5, 2009 19:52:58 GMT
For the last twenty minutes Caless had been working his way through the scrubby undergrowth, heading in the vague direction of the voices he could still hear. There were two distinct voices, both male from the sounds of it. As he moved towards a screen of bushes, Caless hesitated as a voice called out from just the other side of them. "Show yourself"
As he stepped forwards, the voice called out again. "We mean you no harm. You have my word."
Caless stopped, groaning to himself. Why the hell had the guy said that. Every single time someone said they meant you no harm, you really had to be worried. Only a nutcase or a killer would think about telling you they didnt want to hurt you even before they saw you. He slid his spear from its holster, right hand easily finding the familiar grip. It instantly responded to his touch, extending with the slightest hiss. Content his weapon was active, Caless thumbed the release stud and shoved the spear back in its sheath.
Setting his face in a smile, Caless pushed through the bushes. He'd been right. Two men stood maybe twenty feet away. A skinny kid with messy black hair, incongruous in a white laboratory coat, the other a tall, dark haired fella, trilby low over his eyes in what he probably thought was a charming and jaunty gesture. The kid in the coat was turned towards the taller man, staring up with wide eyes, his body language deferential. If either of them knew what was going on, it'd be hatguy.
Caless raised his left hand in greeting, his right hovering inches away from the spear. "Evening, lads. Nice night for a walk, yeah." He stopped four paces from them both, lowering his arm. "Name's Caless Avril. You two are?"
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Post by Teh HB on Sept 5, 2009 20:27:31 GMT
EDDIE
Flippin' burgers again, Will this job ever end? Hot oil burnin' my hand. Spatula caked in grease Oil flows in every crease Of clothing in this land. McSullivans Fast Food, This should never be chewed Let alone swallowed down, I know what goes in it And that makes me vomit Yet popular in town People gobble it up, Drink from the cardboard cup And never give a thought To the work put in it, As well as all the shit, The crap they had just bought.
The same rhyme ran through Eddie's head as he continues his monotonous job at McSullivan's. It was a popular fast food restaurant, the most popular in town, some people ate here every day, the same malnutritious slop that Eddie made and dished out time after time to the same customers.
Still, a job was a job, and he wouldn't quit it. He needed to pay the rent on his apartment, in a run-down shitty neighbourhood. The only thing that kept him sane was his writing. Poetry and the occasional short story kept him ticking over until the next day when he would begin the same routine again. But today was different. At first he didn't notice the man, he was just another customer in a long line of customers, but then he saw his eyes. They were burning yellow, a bright shade that almost hurt to look at. Eddie had a hard time pretending he hadn't noticed the splicer's eyes. He wore a hooded top so his hair and ears were not visible, but those eyes... The splicer winked at Eddie, and grinned after he gave his order.
When Eddie returned, the splicer smiled at him, that grabbed his wrist and pulled him over the counter.
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