The Escapist Avatar Adventure: An Open RP (Now Re-Opened!)

[NotYetForsaken]

London

Debora looked at the band of heroes, and with a heavy heart came to the realization that they were unfit to be working to each other. Yet mother would be extremely disappointed if she just gave up at this point. The Blue Magician clasped her hands,

"I do suppose you could stop fighting each other and work together," she motioned toward the incoming police, "they'll be arresting anyone who's disrupting the peace, so get your act together, you are all weak. Don't spend your strength fighting one another."

Mentally she counted the funds she had access to, approximately $20,000 bequeathed to her by the Eternal Beasts. Sacrifices earned from those who practiced old pagan beliefs.

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California: 40 degrees North, 123 degrees West

Bathed in dim blue light, a young man worked away at his keyboard. Dark hair hair pulled back into a waist-length braid, and skin well tanned. Savasaan worked quickly, there was little time to gather the heroes and other writers before Red Mage claimed his first victim. Writing arcs was hard work, and if he couldn't find a happy ending for this one, there wouldn't be a happy ending for him.

Now if only he could get the heroes to work together...

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Cork

"Mr. Statcowski, you're a very lucky man," a young nurse told him as he signed his release papers from the hospital, "not many people recover so quickly from such wounds."

Red Mage smiled, "it is the staff in this hospital that are miraculous." Quietly the mage in red thanked the common decency of people. Free healthcare was wonderful. He tipped his hat and left the hospital, he looked out toward the Irish expanse. He opened an iPhone, which he had flinched from one of the doctors, and loaded up the Escapist site.

"To Sligo," he muttered, reading Diablo's place and plan.

 

[bluecrimson]

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Slindis shook her head. [color=c20000]"I can't do much for the time being. He lost a decent amount of blood, and I can't put him in the storage I have without risking severe damage to him. If we could find a hospital or some way to keep him concealed until I rest up again so I can try and see if I can restore the lost blood, that could work. However, I'm not fond of leaving him on the street where any pickpocket can take whatever they want."[/color] She noted that Tomoya wouldn't be walking for some time, but she had been trained as a child to be able to retrieve clerics of her order covered in full plate through miles of jungles. The majority of the havoc seemed to target her spellcasting abilities, and she had lived without it before. She would find a way to go without again.

[color=c20000]"Honestly Kurumu, carrying him won't be too difficult. I don't know how you were trained, but the church trained its main warriors to be able to transport a half-orc in full plate for at least twelve hours a day."[/color]

Plane
The man leaned back in the chair as it began taking off to England. It had taken robbery from some gangs and finding two fake passports, but he was now on the way to track down the rookie. Did he even tell her what that blade even means? Knowing him, that's a negative. At least it'll be simple to find her.

'Welcome to United Airways Flight 217 with direct service to London, England. As soon as we reach cruising altitude, a flight attendant will come around with some beverages.' The intercom went off as it flew over the Hudson Bay.

I hope the girl didn't go and get herself in trouble. He thought as he went to sleep for the adventure ahead.

 

[bluerocker]

He tore though he letter with his metal fingers and found....

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YOU RAT BASTARD! Also, here's that coming together bit you need

Doom noted the script was written in perfectly kerned blue script, and seemed to be made of several pages, and went as thus,

Spoiler: letter

"To each and every character caught in the recent transportation to this realm, save for the Mage in Red, this concerns you. Hero, Villain, Neutral, whatever. It doesn't matter with what we have to face. If the Mage isn't stopped, there will be a cessation of existence for each and every one of you. At least, for those of you from your own realms before we, the Writers, began to write, you will not be as you are when everything is over.

But I digress. Let me start from the beginning. My name is Teri. I am one of many beings referred by Red Mage as Gods. The name is something of a misnomer, as our favors only lie with few instead of many. I like to call us Writers more than anything, as what we write affects your world and the things that happen to you. Like some 'gods' some of us have looser restraints on our favored, that is to say, the people and characters we 'write' for, than others. For example, Caim, Angelus and Ton Ton, the trio I 'favor', are the ones who are affected by my writing and I try to write events around them, and possible actions they may take based upon how they think. Other writers keep a tighter grip on they're favored. Furthermore even as 'gods', we have rules that we use to govern ourselves. We cannot affect those outside our favor, nor can we kill each other's favored off.

Because of this, Red Mage has been outside of our influence. The Writer in charge of him... I can't say what went through his head to allow this to happen, but... Damn. I don't know. I suppose none of us really thought that the asshole would really get into our world. Hell, we didn't even think we were affecting living, breathing people. From all of us, I give a humble apology. Sorry about that. Really."

"Now, I need to get down to business as to why I even sent this letter, aside from apologies. The big problem in all this is that if we, the Writers, die, then you lot will have one of two things happen. Either you are zapped back to your homeworld (after a process of losing your memories of this place, how long that takes is beyond me), or you will outright die. Either way, not good, if most of your backstories are to be believed. So, long story short, I'm asking that you guys help keep us safe from Red Mage until this crisis is done with. We're scattered all over this world, but I'm hoping (after I send the others some messages), the other Writers will have the sense to WRITE in a way for you guys to find them. Whether or not you guys help us is up to you, but believe me when I say it will do you better to have Writers helping you out. So long as we can write posts, we can aid in getting rid of Red Mage. I might be breaking our rules enough by posting this, so I'm afraid this is as much help I can deliver.

Much luck,

Teri

PS - Doom, I know you're reading this. Could you please allow the group to read it? Furthermore, Caim and Angelus have a bit I want them to read when the group's done with it. That's for their eyes only."

 

[Viking Incognito]

Shang Tsung's Island

"What the hell is going on?" Krauser demanded, entering the Flesh Pits.

The island seemed to be experiencing an earth quake and strange apparitions were appearing and disappearing randomly.

"There is an enormous magical disturbance over England. It's magnitude is causing erratic magical events all over the world." Zasalamel replied in a frustrated tone.

Suddenly, Sektor's voice came over the radio.

"Krauser, Tarkatans [http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110830153236/mk/images/thumb/8/88/Tarkata.jpg/200px-Tarkata.jpg] are pouring onto the beaches! A portal from Outworld has been opened somehow!"

Krauser turned to Zasalamel who nodded. This was caused by the magic rift from London.

"How many are there so far?" Krauser asked grimly.

"Roughly one hundred and sixty."

"Release them and set them against the Tarkatans. I'm going to london to find out what's happening." Krauser said.

While the Earl entered Shang Tsung's secret escape portal, Zasalamel pulled the lever on a control panel. The bio tanks in the fleshpits suddenly bubbled to life as their occupants were awakened. The experimental life-form known as Twelve had once again been mass-produced.

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United State of America, Undisclosed Boarding School

Carter, A.K.A. Viking Incognito, sighed. If a mage was trying to kill him, he was going to need to combine forces with someone who was as much of a nerd as he was.

So he tried to call Diablo on skype.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Who

else

but

Doctor

Doom began to read though Teri's letter.
[color=004E00]"...cessation of existence?...THAT INCLUDES DOOM!"[/color] He said out loud enough to grab everyone's attention.
Realising he let the cat out of the bag, he played it cool.
[color=004E00]"EVERYONE LISTEN UP! DOOM IS SPEAKING! Doom has just found a letter from some ***** who never heard of using a Text Message saying that if we don't stop Red Mage from killing a few Writers or some shit, We will be Erased from Existance!!!!!
......
......And She also said to do what-ever Doom says. Otherwise, Universe will explode. Oh, And Doom must hold onto this letter.....otherwise....Boom..."[/color] He added at the end, hoping to prevent anyone from reading it and calling his bluff.
[color=004E00]"Now first order of Team Doom, That is our new name, not open for discussion, We need to find err....hold on....Errrr....C-Aim and Angel-us..........
.....
What is everyone waiting for!? FIND THEM! THE FATE OF US ALL HANGS IN THE BALANCE!"[/color] He ordered before walking towards the Rising Dawn.
No one had the heart to tell him that he just walked past the Pact Parters.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

For the record, I no longer have Skype, kept fucking up my laptop and I got creeped out when it Re-installed itself on it's own.
AFTER I DELETED IT O_O

Darren (Diablo1099) was browsing online when he got Carters call.
"Huh....It did that thing where it reinstalls itself....again...." He groaned, He hated using Skype since he first got it, more trouble then it's worth he found.
He opened up a Live chat and after a few moments of loading, he said "Hey man, Sup?"

 

[Viking Incognito]

Funny story.

IRL Dorm Room
"Hey man. So, I guess you've seen by now that some dick called TheMehKingdom made his mage from AA try to kill us in real life. I don't happen to have an Amulet of Samarkand in my pocket, so what should we do?"

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Shang Tsung's Island
The clones of Twelve and the Tarkatans were making a bloody mess. The clones were more combat-efficient than the blood-drunk Tarkatan barbarians, but the portal wasn't closing and re-enforcements kept coming. Sektor rushed to and fro, carving a bloody swath through the Tarkaten forces with his missiles and other robotic weapons.

Zasalamel was slowly but surly pushing back against the chaotic magic that had opened the portal in the first place. His centuries of knowledge came in handy against such a random destructive force. Somehow, as he suppressed the magic, he felt his own abilities growing, as if he were gaining them back. He hadn't even noticed that his power had been diminished until the rate at which the chaotic magic receded went up significantly.

Someone was sapping magical power, and Zasalamel had to find out who for more than one reason.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Yeah...I'm THAT Character in a Slasher Movie...

Darren was confused by this.
"....Wait....Are....are you saying this is happening?....For real?.....A Internet Role Play on a Gaming Website....Is real?..." He repiled, clearly disturbed by Carters lack of a grasp on Reality.
"....Are you high?.....Because.....I ain't really seeing any of the shit in AA actually happening....Like at all....end of.."

 

[bluecrimson]

Doom's seriously trying to bluff a paladin that's kept secrets from almost anyone she's needed to? He'd have to be Comic Book Doom to pull that off.

Slindis sets Tomoya down and quickly snatches the letter from Doom's hand. [color=c20000]"If this is as important as you say it is, we all need to know what's going on. Besides, I find it somewhat hard to follow a man that wants to call a group Team Doom when we really should be laying low.."[/color] After finishing the letter, she passed it around to the rest of the group so they could read it, then waved the rest of the group over to her.

[color=c20000]"Now it's not too large of an issue who leads us as long as it's someone competent. I'd like to, but I know nothing of this plane yet. First, we need to shake off this pursuit by law enforcement. After that, we need to find a reliable way to locate and contact these Writers. Since the advancement of this area is high, I'm guessing we'll need to use technology for this purpose."[/color] The drow lifted Tomoya off of the ground and began moving through the side streets to lose the pursuit of the police.

 

[Viking Incognito]

The one who denies it then looks like a dumb ass when he is the third to get killed? (The first two are always: 1. Someone who isn't really well characterized and just there to establish the killer, and 2.the drunk/pothead who thinks the killer is just one of their friends in a costume until the stabbing starts)

*sigh* "Dude, get it together. If you deny what's happening then you will be the third one to go. Actually, you're Irish, so you might be second. Either way, I'll probably be first, so help me out here man!"

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Yeah, something like that

Darren was straining to hold back laugher.
"Are you for fucking real!? You really think Red Mage managed to travel from a world that doesn't exist into a world that actually does with the sole intention of Killing me?.....Alright, Alright, I'll Help, I Help..." He said before taking a moment to compose himself.
"....Alright...........Viking....You have a problem....And....I don't like seeing my friends struggle with problems....So I need you to promise me....
That you will stop doing crack...
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! HERE, I'm gonna run away from ya, getting late over here. Call me back when you aren't doped to shit. Later!" He said before shutting off the Chat.
"....God, I need to get more normal friends..." He said to himself before going back on his Armour Games Tab.

 

[Viking Incognito]

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"Fine, see if I care when your dumb ass gets blown up..." Carter grumbled to himself, as he began looking up Red Mage's possible weaknesses.

 

[bluecrimson]

Colorado

Having cleaned up most of the room, Devon sighed. He'd be going to work soon, and he really didn't feel like cooking anything. However, if the messages on the board and what was in the email earlier was correct, he needed to find some way to contact one of the others. After a search on Skype, he found the usernames of two of the board members.

'Devon is requesting to add you as a contact'

[color=0d5703]"C'mon, pick up before I have to head to work..."[/color]

 

[Viking Incognito]

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Carter stopped grumbling long enough to notice the contact request he'd gotten on skype. HE accepted ant then called the sender.

"Hey bluecrimson. You must have read about Red Mage huh?"

 

[bluecrimson]

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Snap

He grinned then responded. [color=0d5703]"Yeah, although I wasn't able to pay much attention to it. You know, what with the whole getting cleaned up here. Still have a little bit I have to handle when I get off work, but that's not going to be too hard. Heck, it looks like the job's amount of travelling will help me out here, especially since I'm almost done here. Not going to say where here is, though."[/color]

 

[Viking Incognito]

Snip

Snap

Snoop

"Well, at least I'm in the middle of the mountains. The closest town with a population of more than 500 is something like 30 miles away. That should make it hard to get to me, unless the damn thing actually follows us through the internet. As for now, I think we should make an alliance between our AA characters so we can stop him there, rather than wait for him here."

 

[bluecrimson]

Snip

Snap

Snoop

Snup

[color=0d5703]"Well, if they come into contact, I'll see if it happens.I already know someone's heading out to meet them if that email I got earlier today's correct."[/color]

 

[Viking Incognito]

Snip

Snap

Snoop

Snup

Well played sir

"I'll get to work on that now. Talk to you later."

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London

Krauser stepped through the portal and it closed instantly behind him.

"FREEZE!!!!" a police officer shouted, pointing a pistol at him.

Krauser walked toward the man, towering a whole head and shoulders over him.

"F...freeze..." the cop said, suddenly drained of bravado.

Krauser punched the man in the chest and he crumpled to the ground. He then looked around and set off down the street.

After turning a corner, he ran full on into Dr.Doom, knocking the iron-clad villain on his ass.

"Doom? I thought you would be busy polishing Rugal's boots."

Krauser looked at the group following Doom, they all looked just as out of place.

 

[Orinon]

Dillon was strangely affected by Red mage's spell, he found himself in a a starnge place, it was a house in canada as he entered he wlaked, there was a room where a computer as in the corner, a black leather chair, the chair looked rather cheap the person behind it looked oddly faniliar, the chair turned,
"So you managed to get here?"
"Who are you?"
"I am the creator of the things you perceive."
suddenly Dillon recognized his voice he looked an saw the young man before him looked like himself, not perfectly though, his hair was messy, he had hair all over his face, not a beard just a mess of short hair, there was some acne.
"You ar my third creation, my first attempt went horribly wrong it wouldn't integrate properly after some time I tried again this time it worked better but there was an issue something would cause an issue and the more I tried to fix it the worse it became. eventually the character was removed. and I created you, much more simple but yet had something, a drive, something that gave your emotions and actions weight."
"What happened here?"
"Some fool is trying to merge our universes."
"Wait you, your the one who has sent me through all that pain and torture your the reason I feel inner torment."
The boy raised his hand
"Yes, that is true, the inner struggles the hardships, I made you experience them, but they had their purpose a few were a reflection of my own pain."
"WHy would you do it? why couldn't you make everything work out fine, why did it have to be so-"
He raised his hand again, Dillon grit his teeth he had wanted this boy to yell and scream, he had wanted someone to try and shout him down, this boy was supposed to be arrogant like him.
"I admit, the things I let happen to you were harsh, cruel even, I have caused you great pain, and I have been silent."
"And don't give me any "I was making you stronger" bullshit and don't dare say you were testing my faith!" Dillon was angry he wanted a fight, he was daring to question this creator.
the boy sighed.
"It's been hard for you, as things have been hard for me, but let me ask you something.
Have you ever regretted this adventure? even when it got dangerous?"
"Well no"
"Have all your journeys and trials been rewarded later on?"
"Yeah I guess so."
"And If with I had made it easy almost trivial for you to overcome your obstacles, would they have been meaningful?"
"No I'd forget them."
The boy nodded.
"I tried to make characters powerful, able to handle their situation, but this made any challenge trivial, pointless. Only by making your tasks hard and taxing on you does the reward feel earned. Know this, while at times you have felt scared, fearful and even thought you'd surely die, I have helped, I want you to succeed and become great."
Dillon nodded he took a deep breath, and let his anger go.
"wait you a god aren't you? then why not come with me? the two of us, that mage wouldn't stand a chance."
"I'm sorry but, I'm not as strong as you are, I'm just a person trying to go through life and follow his dreams, you, you've defied death, seen the stars, became legendary, no I am not the adventurer."
the boy stood
"Here, I think you understand why I put those hardships on you, You have your fate to fulfill. Consider this a present."
Dillon looked at the object it was a pen.
"sorry, the objects of this world are mundane but it'll when you go back you will see what it is." The boy smiled
"what's so funny?"
"What I give you is a gift that comes with a price, soon you may realize this. and when you do, then you will have a choice at hand."
"Why can't you be direct now?"
"Easy, Your a hero, and a hero isn't told how to win, he finds his way."

The boy smirked and Dillon got dizzy when he re-awoke he had somehow appeared near Tomoya and the other heroes, the pen had in fact changed, now it was a Greek sword it had an odd feature the edge was bright red, there was a note as well.
"you will find this is much better than that sharpened iron bar of yours, Don't cut yourself."
"Hey guys, I'm back." he said smiling.

Spoiler: new sword

[img/]http://thepegasusrider.webs.com/photos/sword.jpg[/img]

 

[bluerocker]

Plot progression!

I can has it!

When the letter finally changed hands to the duo, (alongside a quick note to Puce and Kurumu about Ton Ton's safety) they found that a new set of words began to appear on once blank sheets of paper.

Spoiler: Caim and Angelus' bits

"Wow. I can't believe you guys are reading this... But hey, I suppose I should cut to the chase. I'm sorry. So, very sorry. You see, as you've probably read already, we, the Writers, are responsible for orchestrating the events that's happened to you guys; but my hand has been the most influential of them all when it comes to you two. Yes, all that is implied in that statement, is. I'm sorry. I really am. But look, if you two find me now, I can help you lot kill Red Mage. I know you won't like me very much, or the things I'm involved in, but we can help one another. I promise. When you finish this letter, you'll have a gut feeling that'll lead you to me. I have Ton Ton there, and I can give you guys some more instructions. Please. If Red Mage gets to me before you guys do... I'd shudder to think of it. Please, think it over. If I perish... Well, just remember the Grotesquries. I didn't make those."

When the duo finished reading the letter and passed it to another to read, they noticed the text for them had vanished, and only the original letter remained. Looking around to the group, the dragon asked, "What do we do now?"

Back in the Dorm

Teri leaned back, craddling her inspiration for the living and breathing Tonberry before her. "Well, with that out of the way, all that's left is to start PMing everyone. Hopefully they'll listen to me..."

And so she began to type once again, the living Tonberry waddling back from the fridge to deliver a Mountain Dew to the Writer. She had promised him a trip home if things were to get ugly, but Ton Ton didn't exactly want anything happening to another person, no matter what they might offer.