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

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

AA : Rugal/Heidern

After his close call with Radec, Rugal slipped out of the Vents near the canteen.
Okay, Time to play the part of the innocent gentleman He smirked as he pulled out the Sliver Arrow head to return it to Slindis.
Before he entered however, he heard her voice talking about her past.
Hoping to get some information on her ability to travel to this realm, He hid around the corner and listened.
[sub][color=c20000]"When I found her, she was nearly dead. The elves from her time had left her to bleed out, and she appeared right when I got in the area. It took a fortnight to heal her up, and I took personal care of her myself while I could, enlisting a close friend to be my eyes when I had to be elsewhere. Tira knows I wasn't the best mother to her. I wasn't even a good one, with how little I could be there for her. Still, I wasn't going to let anyone harm her."[/color][/sub]
Slightly Depressed and intoxicated, Good, less focus on how an accountant managed to get here.

Taking a breath to become Heidern rather then Rugal, He shyly knocked on the door to get everyone's attention.
"Ummm...Hello...I couldn't help but hear and...I'm sorry, My name is Heidern Hartmann. I just came here to return this charm to Slindis. She dropped it a while back...." He explained as he showed off the Sliver Arrowhead.
"...After she saved my life about a few hours ago...Uhh, Mind if I come in?" He asked, between the disguise and the professional acting, no one, aside from possibly Kurumu and Lucifer, would know that they were really talking to Rugal Bernstein.

 

[bluecrimson]

Slindis turned to the accountant and nodded before taking the trinket. [color=c20000]"Thank you for returning this, human. I've only got so many of them, and feel free to rest here for a bit."[/color]

While her mom looked at the man, Melethia noticed the man's muscles. This man would've been right at home on her ship. Her hand went to one of the bags and grabbed a dagger made of that odd purple metal, ready to throw it at him if he did anything stupid. She didn't know exactly what he was, but the way the man tried to keep low-key set off some warning flags.

 

[bluerocker]

Too bad you already went to bed...

Teri's mad laughter stopped immediately after Bruiser shot the computer; dashing what few hopes the young girl had.

[sub]"Oh..."[/sub]

"Yeah, yeah, shut up and get in there."

There was a bit of a trek before the little group was brought to the 'waiting room', and the two women were fastened to their chairs. After Bruiser left, Angelus began to rouse, "[sub]Oh.... Gods above that hurts...[/sub]"

"Angie..? Are you really here, or am I hallucinating again?"

The dragon-turned-human's red eyes blinked for a few moments, and she looked at her despondent Writer; truly taking in the neglect that the Machamp had inflicted upon the girl. Cold, shivering, sallow cheeks and dark eyes. This girl was not a warrior like herself or Caim. This... Child (at least, in Angelus' eyes) was not made for battle or harsh conditions. The dragon realized that her Writer needed medical attention, and quickly.

She shook her head, and tried to speak with the girl; knowing that the cold would take her if she fell asleep again, "No, child. I am here. Please, keep looking at me. You need to stay awake... Tell me, what does Bruiser want with you..? Is it..?"

What the dragon loathed to think of came to mind immediately; that Bruiser had used her Writer in order to exact revenge upon Angleus. After all, she did burn him terribly many times.

"Yup. He knew what I could do; so he kidnapped me in order to call you here and torture you as punishment for all the bad things you and I did to him. Funny thing though, I never really officially called you here. I remember..."

She looked on the ground to see the red plushie from before, and gave a small laugh, "Ah, me and my big mouth... I must have thought of you and Caim, and the plushie acted as a focus. Kind of like what I do with my computer, only a bit more specific..."

The dragon nodded quietly as she listened to her Writer's story, and gritted her teeth in anger. That was when...

DRAMAAAAAA

...Caim began to speak in her mind in a tone that was a mixture between panic and anger. The duo were glad to be reunited again (if only mentally), and the two began a lengthy mental dialogue of what had occured when they were warped into (UN)Reality.

The group of Writers could tell immediately from the swordsman's posture that things were going well, in terms of communication between the duo; what with Caim's sword drooping to an almost complacent level. Furthermore, as he "spoke" with the dragon (and occasionally wincing from a pain the group did not see) Caim typed as quickly as he could with the PDA the sequence of events that had fallen upon the dragon and the Writer.

However, the intel ended as such,

"I've got some bad news... The two of them have no idea what lays ahead of use if we go in. They were far too out of it when they were carried into that dark place. As far as Angelus knows, Bruiser could have a multitude of traps laid for us. He has communication with the AA universe; so it's likely he's having outside help..."

 

[bluecrimson]

Vol temple

The Prince of Lies saw Melethia inside a cell. The young girl who had pointed ears looked like a wreck and there was more than a few chunks of skin missing from her limbs. The girl halfheartedly tossed a small rock in the dark cell to one of the gaps, but the rock stopped six inched before the gap. As He watched the scene, a vampire walked by to talk with the half-awake guard.

"Lady Vol herself will be here later tonight. Those Emerald Claw members keeping an eye on the Aberrant Paladin confirm that she's too far to change anything, so it's going as planned. Has the girl's bloodline woken yet?"

The guard opened his eyes and stammered. "T-the Mistress of Death? Her bloodline's woken, and the Paladin's talks with the Dragons were fruitful. Will Vol finally rise again?"

The two were interrupted by a gaunt lich with Draconic skin, but she was clearly a half-blood. "Begone. I do not need your presence here." The two immediately fled through past Lucifer, and the lich grinned hungrily as she eyed up the young girl.

 

[bluecrimson]

Vol Temple

The Lich placed her hand on a rune outside the cell, lowering the barrier as she grabbed the girl roughly by the arm.

At this point, the young girl was demoralized enough to not make a run for the open door. All it would lead to is no food for a few days and more tests, although the vampires never said what they were for. Why had she left her extra equipment with the crew of the Banshee? That had been so long ago. What was it, weeks? Months? She thought that mark appearing on her back a while ago would aid her, but all it did was cause them to cut her up more.

"So, Melethia, are you finally ready to exterminate the dragons and kinslayers? To get revenge on those that demolished House Vol?" The half-dragon lich stared the miserable girl in the eyes.

As Melethia was forced to look at the lich, some gears slowly started turning in her head. The lich felt familiar for some reason, which she didn't like. Some attempts at struggling were made, but the Lady of Death's grip was true.

Like it or not, she wasn't going anywhere.

Bruiser's Hideout entrance

Devon spoke up. "Look, Bruiser set up at least one explosive trap by one of the doors. Think of a bucket of water, only with some munitions."

 

[Sgt_Jakeman214]

Dimension: The (Un)Real World
Location: Outside of Bruiser's Hideout | United States of America
Time: Pre-Dawn Morning

Jake followed along, watching the rear of the group, rifle up and scanning. Usually in a group like this, no one remembered to watch for watchers....

Dimension: The Spirit Realm
Location: | Wandering through the twisting paths... | All is quiet... |
Time: Time is infinite....

Akane found the sheath on the ground a little ways away. She sprited over and grabbed it, sliding the sword into it's home and shoving in into her obi next to her own sword. She chanted quickly, hands drawing a circle of fire.

"(Wind on the breeze Fire in the skies,
Unravelling thread of a thousand spiders,
Coiled wire of a magical madman,
Open the doors that are closed to those without keys!)"

A flash of foxfire, and the portal reopened. The three waited no longer and charged through it, and it closed behind them, barring the way for the Fey to follow.

In hilarious fashion, the three ended up in a giant pile in the snow just outside the C-130. The cargo hold door/ramp was of course, lowered and thus the portal was pointing towards the sky.

 

[Daft Sikes]

Hadrian, who was guarding the tunnel entrance. held a hand up to his mouth to stifle his laughter at their current predicament. He tapped a katar against the tunnel wall, the metallic ringing echoing out immediately gaining their attention.

"Now you know how I feel whenever my suit gets torn to shreds," Hadrian said, a smirk quite visible on his face. He got up from the wall and walked towards them, arms crossed. "Seems that you three are having troubles... Again."

 

[NotYetForsaken]

Dimension: The (Un)Real World
Location: Entrance to Bruiser's Hideout | United States of America
Time: Pre-Dawn Morning

Klaara drew her hand on her right wrist again and put her back to the tunnel, "How violently do we want to get this done? I can go anywhere from Jason Vorhees to a clean crime."

And then a truck rolled by with hooting young whit men all furiously gorging themselves on large amount of beer. Klaara paused, unsure of what to do. Her instincts told her to stop the truck, but something else told her to wait and watch the actions of those they pissed off.

Deciding on a middle ground, Klaara drew a series of runes across her arm and the tunnel exploded into a maze of earthen spikes, blocking off any vehicular movement through the area. The redneck truck stopped right before slamming into the web of Earth.

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Avatar Adventure
Location: Rising Dawn Canteen
Time: Midday

Kyre sat down and opened her little leather bag, the insides were full of a fine powder that sparkled in a multitude of colors. Fairy dust, the purest narcotic available in the world. No side effects, no diminishing effects, and completely overwhelming to the conscious mind. It would stack in duration and was nonlethal even in overdose. The Anti-Mage smiled and pinched a small amount and stuck it in her mouth.

The effect was near instant, the world seemed the explode into vibrant color and focus. The pain left her muscles and the fatigue left her mind. Her mood was soaring. However her null-magic field vanished from around her, leaving the Anti-Mage open to the magic in the air, which spent not time accumulating in her body.

Kyre got up and haphazardly stumbled over to Kurumu, wrapping her arms over the Succubus, "Mmmph, since you have a body now, you have to try this...." The Anti-Mage was intoxicated by the smell of food in the Canteen, and the essence of the Succubus. Kyre held the little leather pouch under Kurumu's nose.

 

[Sgt_Jakeman214]

Dimension: The (Un)Real World
Location: Outside of Bruiser's Hideout | United States of America
Time: Pre-Dawn Morning

Akane stood, an ear twitching. Then, before either of her loves could stop her, she shot off at full run after the truck, which had done a burnout to head back the way it came and to avoid the giant spikes out of the earth. Her tails began to glow bright red and fire erupted as she leapt into the air and took flight. Turning and Burning, Akane sped after the truck, catching it quickly. She matched speed with the truck, flying alongside the driver's door. She looked at the driver, giggling at the look of sheer confusion on his face before she shot forwards, casually flicking fireballs onto the road behind her. She looked back and watched as the truck swerved to miss the random fireballs. Giggling again she flew ahead even further, landing way ahead. She took a deep breath and transformed into her original form, the Nine Tailed Kitsune, the Trickster Fox. All in all, the Maze had made sure that the rednecks would encounter Akane right back where they had first met, and in full view of everyone.

The truck roared on, shouts of confusion and horror from the Rednecks inside. The headlights began to illuminate a strange creature. A pure white Fox, the size of a large wolf sat calmly in the middle of the road.

And it was surrounded by dueling flames of red and blue, completely blocking the road.

"DUDE STOP!"
"HELL NO RUN THAT THING OVER AND GET US OUT OF HERE!"
"AWW FUCK MAN!"
"This can't be real this can't be real this can't be real...."

"Stop." Echoed through their skulls.

The pickup skidded to a halt, only inches from Akane. She ever so slowly raised from her haunches and began to pace around the truck, laying a trail of flames from her tails as went. Her piercing gaze flowed from each young redneck to the next, her blue eyes seemingly aflame.

"The first one to tell me what a Cosplayer is, whilst no other speaks, shall escape unharmed."

"WHO SAID THAT!"
"Dude not me!"
"This can't be real this can't be real this can't be real...."
"Hey man, Tommy's lost it! Whadda we do??!?"
"SHUT UP! Alright alright! A cosplayer is someone who dresses up like a dude of girl out of a videogame or cartoon. Now who the fuck is asking!?"

"Do you believe in folktales? I am sure you have noticed me, the Kitsune outside your truck."

"Dude, what the fuck is a Kitsunny?"

"This." Akane said simply as she jumped onto the bonnet of the pickup.

The four rednecks in the truck all jumped in their seats as Akane spread all nine of her tails, still aflame and bared her teeth.

"A Kitsune is a creature, a Fox-girl spirit in your language, from the legends of your Japanese people. But from where I came from, we WERE a people. All of you, out of the truck. Now." Akane said, her voice dangerously low yet still sexy as hell.

"Like hell I am! You'll eat me!" the driver, their leader shouted back.

Akane sighed, and once more took a deep breath. In a blaze of fire that melted the paint from the bonnet, she transformed back into her human form. Her tails still blazed behind her as she looked up at the 4 boys, holding a perfect three point landing pose, her free hand resting on her own sword.

"OH GOD ITS THE COSPLAYER!"

"Kit-Su-Ne! OUT! Or I start having fun with your insides..." Akane threatened as she somersaulted backwards off the truck.

The four rednecks piled out of the truck, one clutching the stolen sword. The last one out, the driver/leader, held a shotgun unsteadily in his hands.

"Oh Lord, please give me strength against this Demon of Hell, so I may live righteously by your side and-"
"Shut up. Give me back my sword, and you all go free. Continue to stand in my way and your Lord will be left to pick through the pieces of you I deem fit to leave here to rot!" Akane interrupted, a fireball in her free palm as she took a throwing stance.

The sword arced across the sky and Akane caught it, the fire still in her palm yet not burning the sword. SHe placed it back into her obi and the fireball dissipated.
"Ja nai, that wasn't hard now was it?" she said, her voice back to being it's sweet sugary self. "Now boys, enjoy your evening, and if you get bored, well, I'm always up for a little... playtime." the Kitsune said seductively as she sashayed past the gang, batting her eyelashes as she passed.

She took another step and her tails ignited, speeding her into the night on a trail of flame as she headed back to her own group, sword recovered.

She landed gracefully before Aftan and Kokoa, grinning mischievously.

"I think they'll be good little boys from now on!" She beamed, patting the recovered sword as she spoke.

 

[bluecrimson]

Vol temple

As the lich traced a dagger across the girl's spine, she teared a gash on the girl's tattered tunic and revealed a large mark which was glowing and activating, providing a small measure of temporary relief for Melethia's injuries. "Hmm, it's even more developed than I expected. Still, having Vol's bloodline show so brilliantly here means the ritual can begin." She stabbed the dagger directly in the center of the draconic mark, and it began to writhe as the Lich drained some of its energy.

Melethia began to remember something faintly, and she timidly spoke through the excruciating pain. "Um, Who are you?" She feared the answer, but she had to know before she died and went back to her mom, her adopted Dragon dad, and her big sister...

"You don't recognize me? It has been 1604 years since we last met, though. Be glad that you're helping your big sister Erandis get revenge for our whole clan in the afterlife." The lich's face became a horrifying grimace as Melethia collapsed on the ground, waiting for the sweet release of death.

 

[NotYetForsaken]

Klaara was impressed at the Kitsune's show of strength. She smiled, but made a small note to herself about each of the redneck boys. Two of them were first born sons. Trying to make her movements hidden, she dabbed her blood and wrote two runes on her right forearm.

However the group of Magicians, as it turned out pulled out a great deal monsters from out of nowhere, must to her inconvenience.

"Reap the fruit of this land."

Suddenly a hundred shining lights filled the night air, they drifted along the wind toward the group of rednecks like a cloud of fireflies. Only fireflies didn't fare well in the cold. These were sprites of a great malevolent nature. They floated around the dark mountain road, lighting the air with great white light. Then suddenly they moved as a swarm, and began to engulf the Honey Badger, a hundred ravenous mouths biting into it's flesh.

Klaara swiped the blood from her arm and wrote down another series of Gaelic runes before dashing forward and slamming her hand into the asphalt, causing the road to split upwards in a waves of razor sharp spikes. Instead of causing damage, the earthen spikes struck the Honey Badge and weaved a great cage over the creature as the Fairies devoured it.

Then she waved her hand and marked Flavor Flav, a first born son, as the next target for the Fairy swarm.

 

[Daft Sikes]

Hadrian gave Akane a little applause

"Not too shabby Miss Fluffy Tails," Hadrian said, with a chuckle. When he looked on down the road, his chuckles turned into full-on laughter. He watched as the Honey Badger was being devoured by Klaara's own spells and summonings.

Hadrian swung his blades back and activated their enchantments, wearing a mad grin. He brought Soul forward, sending an arc of icy blue magic flying towards Flavor Flav. The blue arc passed right through the rapper, and it seemed that he was unharmed...
That is, until ice began forming around his chest and expanding outward. Within seconds, he completely encased in a large, jagged ice crystal, leaving him defenseless to Klaara's swarm.

 

[Sgt_Jakeman214]

Dimension: The (Un)Real World
Location: Entrance to Bruiser's Hideout | United States of America
Time: Pre-Dawn Morning

Shaun's laugh was short lived. Akane began flinging fireballs left right and centre, not hitting anything but causing small fires to settle across the battlefield. Akane then cast an illusion spell across the battlefield, and anyone not a friend of hers or an ally couldn't hear a thing. They honestly believed they couldn't hear anything.

And then they heard a soft giggle.

The giggle of a mad and diminutive and highly destructive vampire. Who very suddenly had a lot of places she could go. Including past the Ooze wall...

Once again, Akane's silky voice echoed through the minds of the four boys... And this time it menaced with power, lust, darkness.
"They say a man never really knows himself... Until his freedom's been taken away... I wonder... How well do you know yourselves?"

Kokoa took her cue as the four boys scrambled to get close to a fire, light in the darkness.

But every light casts its shadow....

 

[bluerocker]

In which Caim asserts his prescence

Caim walked to Mark, with a finger pointed at himself;

"You'll need me with you. After all, I'm the closest thing you have to a bloodhound on your hands; no pun intended. I can lead you right to Angelus and the Writer. And If that Brute shows up again..."

He traced a finger lightly over the bridge of his nose;

"I owe him for a little bit of damage he did to me. Let me know when you move out."

Spoiler: HEY!

Know what this means?! I'm gonna make another weapon post! Didn't we miss those?

 

[bluecrimson]

Vol Temple

The lich's body glowed with the fully renewed mark. "I bided my time for all these years, knowing that you would eventually come back in time from that spell father gave his life for. Now that you're here, I'll start with ensuring nobody can harm you ever again." The mark writhed on the lich as it activated, draining Melethia's life. As the memory began to fade, the girl's mark began to activate as the Lich began to lose control of her Mark, and Lucifer could hear the roar of dragons from outside.

 

[Sgt_Jakeman214]

Jake joined in on Mark and Caim's conversation. "You've come so far since I first 'met' you Caim. I always enjoyed Roleplaying with Teri as she wrote you and Red. I feel she had a better hold on you two than even your original 'Creators', and I always loved to read about your exploits. It is an honour to fight alongside you to rescue them."

Meanwhile, on the battlefield
"Not to shabby yourself, Hadrian-san. And it is Miss!"

 

[bluerocker]

Spoiler: New Weapons loadout is new! Man I missed doing this...

Caim's Sword 13:02

Fheng's Glaive 3:30

Hymir's Finger 16:20

Injustice 11:20

Kingsblood 13:24

Moonfire 9:40

Reaper's Scythe 4:48

Slaughterism 9:49

"Alright Caim... not a problem at all." Mark said as he sat down and relaxed against a wall... and then he remembered something that had been set into motion prior to T going to college.

"Uh... Caim? How would you feel if I told you that I was working on restoring your Sister to life as well as her humanity once that happened?"

Jake joined in on Mark and Caim's conversation. "You've come so far since I first 'met' you Caim. I always enjoyed Roleplaying with Teri as she wrote you and Red. I feel she had a better hold on you two than even your original 'Creators', and I always loved to read about your exploits. It is an honour to fight alongside you to rescue them."

Caim's eyes remained glazed as the two men began to speak to him, still able to take in the information being given. He was pleased, at first, with Jake's praise of his and Angelus' exploits, but those feelings of kindness quickly gave way to anger when he heard Mark's comment of resurrecting his sister. He waited a moment, and then (after pulling out of the Wheel's space between spaces) he gave Jake a small nod of acknowledgement; which was immediately followed by a slash with his favorite pole-arm; Fheng's Glaive.

"You want to do WHAT with my sister's body?! I'll have your head!"

Unfortunately, with the PDA being dropped in the snow from where Caim once stood; Mark was helpless in discerning Caim's thoughts; unless he happened to be decent at body language; which, at this point, was pretty discernible even for children who barely knew social ques.

 

[bluerocker]

In which Caim... Might show an emotion aside from anger

The warrior's arms slacked a little, but the vehement rage remained in his eyes. He looked into Mark's face carefully, and slowly backed up to get the PDA, typing slowly,

"The last time anyone told me they could do that, my sister came back as a monster. What makes you any different? WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT 'BEING WHOLE'?! I find that awfully funny, given that you "Gods" play your games with us because you lack in your lives, isn't it?

Caim gave his blade a few practice swings in the air before he continued typing, venting his pent up anger in the polearm's movements. For this, Mark was thankful, as he did not want a blade sticking in his neck...

Besides... I don't want her to be the Goddess again. I don't know how these worlds work, but I fear for her anyway. How will she live? Who will take care of her? She was a princess in life! She did nothing by herself. I... I'm always away, fighting the battles to keep this mess of a world from going to Hell. She'd be alone and defenseless! And if Inuart knew... Gods, if Inuart knew... We wouldn't have peace!"

The warrior obviously looked conflicted, swinging his blade at the open air, and plunged it into the snow. His back was to Mark as he typed again,

"Do not tempt me with so selfish of a wish. With my rotten luck, something's going to go wrong. I... I don't know if I can kill her again. It was easier last time. I was on dragon-back, and I saw her creation into that monster... To slay an imperfect copy in her human form... I don't know if I can."

 

[bluecrimson]

Canteen, upper deck

As Melethia woke up, it was clear that she was heavily shaken. "Why did I have to remember that, Firebrand? Because of me being stupid and sneaking out to Sorrowdusk, I ended up getting caught by them. The only blood family that I had left went and did that to me, and for what? Getting rid of the dragons and kinslayers? Thanks to that, the only family that I know are alive is Slin down there and Mister Cage's crew. And I swear on my life, if you sent them to their deaths after we left, I will do my best to bring them back. Even if I have to go down to the depths of Khyber myself, I will make sure they're living again." From the way she talked, it was easy to see that she held family close to her heart making what happened even worse.

She replaces the throwing dagger to grab a longsword and a curved knife made out of that purple metal. "So, would my Mom hate me for that? She always wanted me home, even when I helped everyone in the Cove and those Deneith guys. I know, I shoulda listened to her, but how could I stay inside?"

She took off the bandanna, revealing that the young girl had cut the tips off her ears sometime while she had been on the Banshee. It was a somewhat ragged job, but the slight snags on her healed ears indicated that she had done it herself. To most passerbys, she wouldn't be mistaken for an elf.

 

[Sgt_Jakeman214]

Jake simply watched as Caim lost his temper then regained it. He had warned Mark of this very thing happening.

"I stand with Caim on this one. You just don't know when to fuckin' stop, you stupid Sadist. Fuck me man... What the hell happened to relaxing on a beach, not fucking with every universe known to man?" Jake muttered, half an eye on the battle and the other half on Caim and Mark.

Battlefield
"You know the funny thing about summoning creatures to a plane? If you use an object to do it... That object is a major weakness. Poof!"

A single fireball arced lazily through the skies and landed right on top of the dropped Magic Card. As fire engulfed the little square of cardboard, so to did flame erupt and begin to feed upon the summoned Tit-ania, false Queen of the Fae.

Akane reached down to the young redneck at her feet and took the sword off him.

"This is not for you, it is for a person who is special to me. Sayonara." She said before burning a hole clean through the redneck's brain, killing him instantly.