The Darkest Corners: A Modern Fantasy RP (Interest Thread - Closed)

[Cybele]

Roland had stopped trying to untangle himself and gawked as the alien bird turned into something that looked an awful lot like an oriental dragon. Then suddenly the rope he was dangling from was cut and the woodpecker fell on the floor.

"Distract it! Go for the eyes!" he heard John yell as he was getting up.

Everything was in chaos. People were yelling (or laughing), spells were being cast and a bright light flash somewhere nearby. Roland didn't waste a moment and went straight for the dragon's eyes, clawing and pecking and hitting it with his wings. He had managed to stab it in the eye with his beak when he heard John shout something that sounded a bit like Latin. He backed away from the Kirin only moments before it was hit with a bolt of electricity, followed by a beam of ice.

"Woah! How about a warning next time? You almost hit me!"

 

[c_westerman13]

"Woah! How about a warning next time? You almost hit me!"

Lucius rolled his eyes at the complaint from birdman, remembering some of the chaos in the battles of the Empire. Ah well, they didn't breed them like they used to... At the Kirin's apparent lack of reaction to his attack, he went for a new strategy - With that, he muttered 'Ferrofunen', and fired high-tensile steel cables snaking towards the foe, aiming to tie it into a bundle.

"Keep your eyes open, Birdman!", he yelled into the fray, "And try and keep that fucker's eyes shut!"

 

[hiei82]

The creature believed for a moment it had the advantage. The Kirin was the most powerful creature it knew of, so it gave him many advantages. Sure it was all but impossible to maintain, but all it needed to do was escape into the sky and it would be free of the interlopers. With mostly magical enemies, it appeared this might be the case. It started to laugh inside as it saw the electric blast from the PIA agent begin to form, and - while more annoying - the ice blast it could take.

It was shocked when the enemy stepped in to try and stop the ice blast; it never got the chance to think about why as it felt a weight upon its back and heard laughter. "Oh dear" it managed to think beforeas it started to pivot, in a desperate attempt to block the ice beam and electric attack using the infernal laughing monstrosity on its back, when there was a tiny prick of pain in its eyes and everything became pain and suffering. The lightning hit it; though failed to do much; the Kirin body absorbed the power thankfully. The Ice beam was more effective, but still resisted.

All of this ended however with what appeared to be poison rushing though its veins. The creature could no longer maintain the form, falling back into its natural grey form=. Crawling on the ground in pain, with its body turning against it, the creature felt the cold wrappings of metal around it - though could not tell what it was from the pain and blindness.

It called out in Old-Welsh - the only language it knew - screaming "I surrender! I SURRENDER!"

Spoiler: OOC

..."And try and keep that fucker's eyes shut!"

That doesn't sound very Lich like to me good sir ^_^

 

[Not G. Ivingname]

John looked down at the "alien," speaking in some odd language but obviously surrendering. The thing eye was all kinds of @#%&ed up, puffing up in one part, deflated in another, discolored, and utterly disgusting. Just poking it out should not of done that. John looked over to Roland. Maybe there is more to this curse than just a forced transformation.

"Sorry, heat of battle," John said to him as his golems moved to a predatory formation and surrounded the grey creature. The demon was jumping with utter joy next to the alien (it's constant smile creeped John out a bit).

John then noticed he still was holding the batteries. And Richard glanced at his hand.

"@#%&!" John thought. Wizards of the ancient schools of magic and the councils of sorcery considered "experimentation" with "their ancient art" one of the highest of crimes, second only to combing it with craft of "sapiens." The Council of Magi already is out searching for the "Technoheretic," and any wizard who follows the Council's orders would kill John on sight. He deeply hoped the ascended wizards didn't follow the council, although the only ascended that did tend to be high ranking members.

In either case, John hoped to redirect their intention and make them forget about it.

"Anyone understands what this thing says?" He said, looking behind him, "Can we also get a mind reader?"

Normally, minding reading was considered an unlawful search without a warrant (Cole v. NYPD), but this would be easy to rebrand as an act of terrorism, and the rules were more "lenient" in that case.

Spoiler: OOC

"Sapien" is a bit of racist term that wizards call "normal humans," not thinking themselves as Homo sapiens but Homo Magia. The Council of Magi and most wizards do not look down on humans as much as other beings, but still hold themselves as a better version of humanity, and a disgusted at the thought of magic being brought down and combined with humans "toys."

 

[drmigit2]

Zaheer

"I surrender! I SURRENDER!"

Zaheer calmed down a tiny bit, though still on edge in case of trickery. He ordered Fromanzio to disengage and moved to investigate. The arch-magus was amazed that a small creature such as the woodpecker had managed to beat such a dangerous monster. He telepathically said to it "Very impressive. You pack quite a punch there.

The more serious matter however, was the creature on the floor. It needed to be addressed and Zaheer had taken note that magic had little effect, while conventional weaponry was pretty useful. He grabbed a large shard of broken glass, ignoring the deep cuts it was making in his hands and held it up to the creature's neck. He spoke in a normal but forceful tone.

"Beth ydych chi? Byddwch yn dweud wrthyf bopeth yr wyf yn dymuno ei wybod neu farw iawn yma. Ydych chi'n deall?"
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Fromanzio

As the dust clouds and bright lights faded from view, many saw the creature now floating above the alien as clear as day. He was wearing a fancy Jester's hat, bells on the three extending ends on the top. His whole attire consisted of a rainbow mismatching of various colors in seemingly no order. The clown's shoes curled into a spiral and his nose extended well beyond most. Those that could see his eyes noticed that his irises were a sickly green and his pupils resembled pentagrams. His teeth were white as can be, though each tooth was sharpened to a point.

Fromanzio had been ordered to hop off of the creature. The jester had so been looking foward to a fight, but it ended before he could even do anything! He looked saddened and yelled "But Fromanzio wanted to play more!" He sighed and threw his arms down, before hearing a familiar voice. It resonated of a previous master, one who had spent more time dead than Fromanzio could remember, which meant she was old. He had a hard time remembering but then it sprung to him! Her name was Maeva, the dragon girl thing who was a slave for a while...before deciding not to be! He ran up to her and waved.

"Maeva!" He then teleported to her face. "Long time no see!" Fromanzio then teleported so that he was upside down and his face was right up to hers. "How's the scales treatin ya?" He then teleported so he was standing on her head. "Old master was mighty pissed when you left!" He then teleported behind her, hands extended like a zombie. "He made it so hard on the others!" He then teleported next to her ear and whispered "Especially your mother."

Fromanzio then jumped back, floating and laughing like a maniac before abruptly stopping and asking. "Ahhhh, but seriously, Fromanzio is glad to see an old face again!"

Spoiler: Welsh stuff

In English, Zaheer said "What are you? You will tell me everything I wish to know or die right here. Do you understand?"

 

[Lunar Templar]

"Maeva!" Fromanzio teleported to right to Lucia's face."Long time no see!" Fromanzio then teleported so that he was upside down and his face was right up to hers. "How's the scales treatin ya?" He then teleported so he was standing on her head. "Old master was mighty pissed when you left!" He then teleported behind her, hands extended like a zombie. "He made it so hard on the others!" He then teleported next to her ear and whispered "Especially your mother."

"IT NOT LIKE I DIDN'T OFFER HER THE CHANCE TO COME WITH ME!!" Lucia Shouted, Fromanzio seeming to have reopened a centurys old wound "She could have Ascended beyond what was forced on her but choose to stay at the MONSTERS side, she side with the one the destroyed her life over the one offering her a new start" she said, trying to distance her self from what had happened, though anyone that knew what happen would know she regretted leaving her mother behind

Fromanzio then jumped back, floating and laughing like a maniac before abruptly stopping and asking. "Ahhhh, but seriously, Fromanzio is glad to see an old face again!"

"I'll bet, less so for me, since I do seem to remember that son of a ***** using you to torture me, MID transformation. Though I'm sure all my extra suffering on top of the pain of constant bones breaking, flesh tearing and what felt like my soul burning, helped you sleep better" Lucia's tone was a mix of out right rage and sarcasm. "Anyway, why are you here? Who summoned you this time, or you acting on your own now?" She didn't want to think about what he'd do if he was free of his bonds, but you never could tell with him.

"And it's Lucia now"

 

[drmigit2]

Fromanzio

"And it's Lucia now"

Fromanzio laughed at the series of questions, she seemed to remember all of it and Fromanzio was starting to remember a bit more of it as well. Yeah, he was bound to that mage for a while, fun times indeed. He almost missed the geezer, almost. Zaheer was more stoic, but he also traveled and that was fun, Fromanzio was more concerned with traveling and seeing anyway. Too much formalities with the old guy. Maeva seemed more than a little mad about what happened back then, oh well, Fromanzio guessed that not all wounds healed in time.

"So the dragon-girl has a new name does she? How fun, so be it!" He laughed and twirled a bit before landing near Zaheer. Fromanzio spoke in a dramatic and building voice, "Fromanzio now works with the one...the only...prodigal wizard guy who ascended way too young and takes him places!" He then lowered his voice a little and continued "Oootherwise known as Zaheer." He pointed his hand at Zaheer and a bit of confetti shot out of the jester's pointer finger, landing on top of Zaheer's hood.

He started flying around Lucia slowly and said in a mocking tone "He seems a bit busy now though, may want to keep your distance lest he ends up doing what Fromanzio's old master could not."

 

[Not G. Ivingname]

John watched in utter horror as the little demon jester started to annoy Lucia.

Interrogating the murderer of his mark was very important. Fighting a pissed of member of the highest order of Dragon in the confines of a plane took priority.

Also, he was finding this "Fromanzio" ungodly annoying and there was that headache again.

"He seems a bit busy now though, may want to keep your distance lest he ends up doing what Fromanzio's old master could not."

As the demon floated around Lucia's head, John walked forward when the demon was facing away from him, grabbed it's neck with as much force as John could, and put his combat knife (which had Iron in it) right against the creature's back.

"SHUT UP!" John said, oh so tempted to just drive his blade through the thing's heart, head pounding with a migrane.

 

[drmigit2]

Fromanzio

"SHUT UP!"

Fromanzio was a little shocked someone tried to attack him in this environment, but with Zaheer busy and not focused on him, perhaps there was a little room to stray from the normal agreement of non-violence. He turned his head around one hundred and eighty and watched closely for any muscle movements. John wasn't trying to kill him yet, but Fromanzio didn't want to get stuck because of a nervous nellie. He was ready to teleport if need be.

"Now now, what do you intend to do with that? If you stick that in further, you might kill poor Fromanzio! If that happened, master might not like it to much and then..." Fromanzio made a slow movement with his hands imitating an explosion and said "Booosh". The jester quickly changed his tone however. "The human is trifling with powers far beyond your comprehension boy, take your hands off Fromanzio before he takes them from you."

 

[Not G. Ivingname]

"Now now, what do you intend to do with that? If you stick that in further, you might kill poor Fromanzio! If that happened, master might not like it to much and then...ooosh. The human is trifling with powers far beyond your comprehension boy, take your hands off Fromanzio before he takes them from you."

John just glared at the thing. In a better mood and a skull not feeling like it will explode, he would find this creature kind of funny. Now, however, it was a distraction, an annoyance, and most importantly, pissing of the most dangerous creature on this flight.

"What is there to comprehend about an imp court jester?" John said staring right into the creatures eyes, "We both know death is a slap on the wrist for a demon like you, I would just be doing him a favor sending you back for him. With the danger gone, he has little use for you know."

John really hoped the demon was wrong and he was right about that, he wasn't sure he could take Zaheer on without more of his equipment.

"Now if you would kindly, stop annoying the dragon."

 

[drmigit2]

Fromanzio

"Now if you would kindly, stop annoying the dragon."

Fromanzio chuckled, avoiding going any further into the knife. At this point, he was getting close to killing the human, but Zaheer still hadn't given a go-ahead. Oh well, might as well egg on the mortal more, always fun there.

"She and I have a history together! Fromanzio was simply catching up with an old...friend." He became more menacing with each word, as if about to simply eat John whole. "Ah, but then the human has obviously never heard of my kind has he? We, the forlorn Jesters of time are forever bound to this realm! Killing Fromanzio now would leave us gone for good and we can't have that now can we?"

Fromanzio was really hoping the human's muscles would contract in a manner similar to stabbing. Perhaps then he could still have the fun he was promised.

 

[Not G. Ivingname]

The urge to kill this demon was becoming almost unbearable for John. So smug, so spiteful, and completely correct.

John closed his eyes, and breathed heavily, forcing himself to calm down.

"Murdering this thing is just not worth the paper work," John reasoned in his mind, "I cannot do what it wants."

John, slowly put his knife in it's holster on his belt, the demon looked almost disappointed at that, and looked like it would start taunting him.

Before he could get anything meaningful out, John pulled out a Pectoral Cross (made from Cold Iron) and circling it's string around the creatures arm.

"Alligaveritis," John said, fusing the string together so it couldn't simply be untied before dropping the demon.

 

[drmigit2]

Fromanzio

"Alligaveritis,"

"Okay, no."

As the spell was being uttered, Fromanzio teleported behind John, the cross dropping to the floor as he left. This human had an idea as to how to stop him, Fromanzio wasn't a fan and this guy wasn't going to escape unharmed. If Fromanzio couldn't kill him, he would at least wound the mage. The clown grabbed both of the human's arms with surprising strength and whispered softly. "Fromanzio hopes you like friends, you are going to have a few now."

Fromanzio made his fingernails as sharp as a razor blade and made two small one inch cuts in John's arms before flying back and laughing.

"Now...what was that spell again? Oh yes! Chinui."

The cuts made in his arms were small, he almost didn't feel them at first, but then they began to burn, soon feeling like they were on fire. John began to look down and saw maggots chewing at the cuts. The wounds were getting bigger and bigger, chunks of flesh falling off, he felt each drop of blood falling out. Soon, everyone in the plane was laughing at him more and more until...silence.

The whole process lasted less than a minute, but it seemed to be a taste of what the Jester could bring. The cuts on his arms had healed all the way, disappearing as if they never existed at all.

"Fromanzio hopes you would quit attempting to harm him...human."

Fromanzio floated away, seemingly forgetting he had even talked to John.

 

[Not G. Ivingname]

When not John saw the maggots, all plans, all attempts to just keep the demon in one place, all thoughts left him, replaced by the pain.

John was just on the ground, withering, screaming his lungs out, trying to dig out the horrible creatures with his finger nails, only to watch in utter horror as the wounds just got bigger and bigger.

And then there was the laughing. Everyone, pointing, laughing, opening open wounds deep in his mind, fears of embarressment, being put in the social spot-light, and being thought of as pathetic by every single person around.

Even when the maggots vanished, the wounds healed, and the people were no longer cursed to laugh at his plight, the damage to John's mind was not undone.

On the floor, no longer stood John Hardin, the PIA agent who fought horrors daily, but John, the small child, alone in his room, wondering why nobody wants to be his friend.

 

[c_westerman13]

"I surrender! I SURRENDER!"

Well, that wasn't too difficult, for having being a sort-of-Kirin - Still, now Lucius had a... thing to interrogate!

"Zaheer, get the hell out of my way!", he yelled, hovering briskly towards the creature, "NOW!"

Lucius felt malice rising inside himself, and found it increasingly difficult to not just kill the creature now. Instead, he clenched his fist a little, tightening the bonds around his foe. He levitated next to the twisted, grey creature, clenched his fist a little tighter, his eyes flaring with shear hatred, and started talking to the creature, in its native old welsh.

"Where the fuck is Arzhela?!", he demanded, eyes flaring again, "Why did she send you here? Tell me! NOW!!", Lucius' voice raised as the sentence progressed, and he began slowly clenching his fist again.

Spoiler: OOC for hiei

Lucius can be very impolite when he gets angry....

 

[Cybele]

The poison seemed to have worked much faster than usual and the alien thing quickly changed back to its original form and seemed to surrender. Maybe it had something to do with the creature shapeshifting or being magical? Roland had no idea. He wondered if it would keel over soon as he flew on top of a few boxes, a safe distance away from the grey creature.

"Very impressive. You pack quite a punch there." Roland heard another voice in his head say. It sounded different from the one earlier but the bird had no idea who it actually was. Maybe the mage that was interrogating the creature?

"Uhhh, thank you," Roland said, still not quite sure if revealing the fact that he was poisonous was such a good idea.

"Zaheer, get the hell out of my way! NOW!" someone yelled and hovered over to the creature and started to demand the thing to tell him something. My, but he was unpleasant to look at. Maybe he was a one of the undead? A lich? Roland really hoped that the dragon-bird-alien thing wouldn't die before answering the lich's question and quietly flew away.

He spotted John sitting quietly on the floor. Did the agent have another breakdown? He seemed different this time though. Roland flew over and landed on the floor in front him. "John? Are you all right?"

 

[Evrant-Knight]

Seras had mostly being ignoring what was going on, annoyed that it was all happening on her first proper holiday with Theon; she wanted the occasion to be both memorable and special, but not in this way. She was almost about to start shouting at everyone, but when Seras turned her head to face the calamity before her, all she could focus on was the sight of the John sitting on the floor; he seemed to look rather sad. A few moments later, the woodpecker that had been flying about earlier landed next to him, and began to talk. Seras climbed out from her seat, and went to sit next to him.

"What is the matter John? You look as though your about to cry." Seras asked in a calm and friendly tone, not wanting to upset him further.

 

[Lunar Templar]

Lucia rolled her eyes, "You haven't changed at all" she said to Fromanzio, as she walked oer to John who was still on the floor and squatted down in front of him "You ok? Fromanzio can do some nasty things to some ones head" Lucia's tone was more friendly and concerned then one would think a dragon was capable of.

 

[Kasten]

Richard groaned, walking over to the jester, he put a multiplanar telekinetic barrier around it, funneling the fields that were on the doors to this new pursuit of his power. The irritating creature COULD try to get out of it, if it wanted to go nowhere AND be crushed into the consistency of mashed potatoes.

Richard did like the benefits in planar control of Ascension, after muttering a few incants to make the spell stay without his direct eye contact, he merely delegated some of his mind to keeping the prison active, and walked over to Terra 'I love you. Would it be impolite to kill that little imp? I almost want to.' Though Richard didn't physically seem in pain, Terra could sense that he had a headache quickly developing.

 

[Lunar Templar]

while Lucia waited for John to reply she turned her attention to the Woodpecker "So, I wasn't hearing things, you can talk. So what's your story, if you don't mind me asking?" She said with genuine interest in this small talking bird