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OoC: It's hard as hell to write as Thirrit; I'm used to using my vocabulary to its fullest, and the necessity of 'dumbing down' my speech to match the sardonic jock is a serious pain. Thus, while he is a new main character, don't expect to see me writing as him often; I'm far more likely to narrate using his younger sister Prudence or Blaze during the scenes in which he features. The following will also serve as the first post of the RP. I will assume that I will control the whole Juyon family, as they are fairly integrated, and Thirrit is virtually necessary for my plotline.

 

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"Welcome home!"

 

I gaped.

 

The place was a mixed blessing. First of all, it was probably the biggest building ever sold for under $100,000; that would earn my bragging rights, wherever school would be. We would also have a home to ourselves in the Big Apple — also impressive, though apparently, according to Prudence, Tokyo has more people in less space, so he'd hardly be setting a world record.

 

The bad news? The place might have been built in the Middle Ages. There was no bathroom, no running water, and (heaven and hell forbid) no electricity.

 

"Seems we'll need to abuse the free Wi-Fi centers," Prudence had remarked upon hearing the news. "Not that those will be hard to find." Both of us were internet addicts, and that in particular probably ensured our good relationship. Otherwise, I didn't think we'd get along too great — Prudence lived up to her namesake, and was always a downer whenever anyone got excited around her, while I was the life of the party.

 

"I call shotgun," I muttered, walking up the stone path to the church.

 

Before I made it, though, I was greeted with the reason why the church was sold so cheap, or so I thought at the time — a flash of fire out of the ground.

 

Prudence and I are also video game addicts, and the "sentient transdimensional organic phenomena" sweeping the nation were well-known to us, though I didn't know anyone who hadn't heard the news. Still, there were only so many video game characters, and apparently, none of the video game characters had been from realistic games. Though this meant that meeting Marcus Fenix was out of the question, the danger levels were still off the charts.

 

Prudence and I backed away desperately. At first, when I realized what could have spouted the flare from nowhere, I nearly laughed — and then realized that in a perverse way, I was in so much more danger than if the being had been human.

 

Prudence darted into the church, hoping she would have the good sense not to torch the place. It wasn't hard to see that whoever it was, was using the church as their own home, so I followed suit. My parents followed.

 

At this point, I must interject: No one would ever laugh at cartoony animal-people if they knew what they were capable of. I say this from experience, as a lovely, sweet-tempered young woman named Blaze Igniend came terrifyingly close to torching me and my family.

 

Slash sarcasm. Except she did nearly torch us.

 

We had to agree to sign a little contract saying we wouldn't say she was there without her permission. Apparently, the church was just really old, and about to be demolished, so the mayor decided it'd be better to make money than waste it demolishing the place and so sold it to us. It sure beat a trailer home in a deep recession.

 

She then explained why she was so paranoid about being found out.

 

This is one of the few suspicions I don't blame her for having at all.

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OoC: I will be writing this from Davok's perspective, of course.

 

A wide arc streak of bright, dazzling crimson streaked across the daylight sky in Times Square, streaking a fantastic arc in the late morning sunlight as it landed with an anti-climatic splut on the ground, puttering like a roaring engine which just was set in overload. But the small crimson splatter on the pavement was not to live it's devoid existence alone- flowing, streaming liquid licked down the cement, consuming the small splatter and splattering down like a waterfall out of the sidewalk and into a gutter below.

 

The event might have been spectacular, I might add, if it wasn't for the circumstances. And as the last splatter of dark crimson blood dripped down from Armageddon, I began to ignore the phenomenon as I took notice again of my surroundings, and of the neighboring beings' reactions to me booting a man's head all the way to Queens, leaving his body unceremoniously behind. I sigh in acceptance, as I have of one whole year searching for a way out of this tainted hellhole.

 

The sirens roar as the cars halt, the "boys in blue" loading their revolvers, and the harsh propulsion of lead echoing against my spine. I let out a mock groan of pain, as if to humor them, letting them savor the last roar of triumph from their lips as I spill their bodily fluids on the asphalt, forging more widows and father-less children.

 

I was just about to disappear from this grotesque scene of blood and gore, when suddenly a jolt echoed in the back of my head. I let out a roar of triumph and glee, as I suddenly turn around and run as quick as I can, knocking over the horrified crowd, un-noticing of the bullets letting out a slight pop out of my body and the blood spilling back into my wounds, which then began stitching.

 

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I landed promptly on top of a rooftop, overlooking a small, rather unseemly church. It seemed that there was a family moving in- heh, so the Cat has actually made allies, or at least threatened them into silence. A battle will most likely draw attention from unwanted sources, I don't have enough power to possess a body now. So, ironically, it is time for the more passive approach.

 

I tighten my black and red cloak around me and drop into the street.

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OoC: He treid to Break the 4th Wall? I'VE BEEN DOING THAT EVER SECOND EVER SINCE I JOINED THIS FORUM! :mrgreen: Rofl! :mrgreen: Also, Wow, just wow. You guys are really detailed with ur posts, infact, you two make me look like an amature! :mrgreen:

 

*Somwhere in England, Londan, a boy running down an alleyway, there was*

 

Tetsuo: Dog dam it, where the hell is she?

 

I had managed to destroy those wierd Egg-Bot things with my, apparent, "Powers" that I aquired recently, and I was begining to worry about Jade.

 

If you havn't allready guess, my names Tetsuo, I'm 17 years old,I like games and anime, and-well, I havn't really got time for a proper introduction to be onest. No offence, but its not like I can think properly right after me and my G.F, Jade, got attacked by robots that suddenly came out of a movie screen.

 

Anyway, while I was running away a few moments ago, I had noticed that my hand suddenly started emiting electricity. I used that very power to destroy those Egg-Bots and now I;m trying to find Jade, as I doubt the same thing is going to happen to her

 

Tetsuo: Come on, come on, where the flipping heck are yo-

 

I suddenly heared an explosion of some sort...as well as seing an Egg-Bot's head falling right out of the sky and almost landing right on my nogging.

 

Tetsuo: No-Jade couldn't have...could she?

 

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Jade: *Fires yet another fire ball from her hands* Eat that you egg headed crap pot!

 

If you expect me to do an introduction of myself, just like Tetsuo, then you'll be waiting for a long time, as I'm busy right now, which you should have seen! Du'h!

 

Behind my back, another one of those Egg-heads slowly tip toed silently behind me, unaware that I can feel the earth below me. How? I'll explain later. I spun around and as soon as I lifted my right arm upwards, a long, vertical shard of rock burst right out of the ground below the Egg-head. The poor sod didn't stand a chance.

 

I heard more footsteps...great, they just don't know when to give up, do they? I did a 180 yet again and was about to fry the git, until I realised that this wasn't a robot. Someone leaped above me head, with his right arm bursting with blue electricity, and smacked his fist into an Egg-Heads...well, head, right after he landed. Wait, is that-

 

Tetsuo: There you are! I was worried sick!

 

Heh, big baby.

 

Jade: Oh stop it! I'm not the defenceless "D.I.D." that the media portrays girls as, you know! I could kick ur butt all the way to-

 

Tetsuo: Yeah, its nice to see you too love.

 

Laughing, I turned around and combined the moisture in the air to create a ball of water, which I projected into an Egg-Head instantly frying it. Well, its good to see that Tetsuo is stiil allright, I suppose.

 

Quesion is though, how the hell did we both manage to aquire these powers, and how an earth do we know how to use them so well?

 

OoC: I hope this is ok, as I feel like a total newb at the moment, after looking at what you two posted that is! :mrgreen:

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Pain.

 

The concept was not new to the monster. It had suffered it plenty, from feeling the roar and licking of fire up his head and onto his shell, to a swift slash of a scythe, sending it reeling backwards into blackness. The dull, numb blackness that submits it's victims to death as their bodily fluids slowly etch their way into the ground like a grim tapestry. Oh, yes. The monster knew it well. Pain filled him, embraced him, beckoning him closer and closer... to madness. The creature lashed out at the pain, tired to fight it, and the pain relished into his being as the flames swirled out of his mouth, licking up walls and buildings, running through the grass and climbing the trees, as if attempting at all costs to escape.

 

Escape the pain. The monster roared once more, tuning up the flames until they lapped at his skin, embracing him, beckoning him. The heat maximized the pain, and the monster yelped and ran, letting out a sudden jump and spinning his shell in a Whirling Fortress, to run, to escape the pain. Blood dripped down from his head wound into his eyes, and the monster blinked it back. It turned, looking up at his masterpiece, and inferno, destroying, consuming, eating the very fibers of the house. But the pain kept the monster from observing the masterpiece.

 

He turned, and ran. Away from the pain. But the pain pursued him, and it was faster. Soon the pain was licking at his temple once more. Noise. Slow, and quiet, until finally erupting in a shrill orchestra of tears. The monster turned and saw the source of the noise. A child, crying. The tears welled up in it's eyes, tears dripping down his face. The monster almost felt pity for the creature. But then the noise. The noise greeted the pain, embraced it, and sharpened it to a fever pitch. It was just so annoying! Then the boy turned to the creature, and gasped in disbelief. Then the boy screamed. The pain was at it's height now.

 

"Bowser!"

 

The monster roared, the pain overcoming him, pushing him over the brink. With claws, the monster swiped. Swiped at the boy and the pain. Slashed until the noise stopped. Then the pain deafened, and the monster let out a moan of pain.

 

And Bowser, King of the Koopas, marched off into the forest.

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OoC: Dear gods, you're cruel, Davok. O,x I suppose I'll have to fix that...

 

Need to get off now; will edit this with the next post if necessary.

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OOC: We're starting?

 

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*New York City...*

 

His apartment was newly bought, and despite the good quality, Burtelga was too distracted to notice. His Ipod was maximized in volume; even with the ear buds on, someone across the room could hear it perfectly. He lay in his bed, resting his head on his red-sheeted pillow lying crooked at the end of his bed. His bushy hair covered his eyes with his grass green iris barely visible.

 

It wasn't until he switched songs when he realized his battery was about to die. The icon blinked at the bottom corner which caught his eye. He growled.

 

Burtelga: "Hmph. It's always on my favorite song."

 

He turned it off, and went downstairs. He had to briefly search for the stairs for it was a new house, but he soon found them and the location stuck in his mind. The batteries were in his kitchen cupboard; a few feet away from his microwave. While he grabbed them from the drawer, he was shocked by a sudden pain that developed in his abdomen. He groaned and held it, kneeling down slowly as the pain got worse.

 

Burtelga: "Ugh! Must have been that rotten perch!"

 

He ran to the bathroom and put his mouth over the toilet. His stomach throbbed with a killing force up to his throat, and out of his mouth came the waste of his evening dinner. he grew dizzy after the regurgitating was over, and walked out slowly and quietly.

 

After recovering, he ran outside on the streets, watching the cars pass by like gazelle being chased by a cheetah. He crossed the street to get to the forest on the other side. Briefly in, he noticed a stomping yonder darkness of trees. He looked deeper and saw the eyes of a monster.

 

Burtelga: "Hmmm...wonder who that is. It looks particularly familiar..."

 

He ran amongst the trees hiding sight of the beast, carrying his guitar on his shoulder hanging by a black, leather strap.

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OoC: Bump? Whatever, I'm gonna continuo...

 

Tetsuo: *Electrcituting the last Egg-Bot* Heh, is that all?

 

Jade: *Give shim a dead arm* You idiot! Are you trying to jinx us?

 

Jinx us? She believes that? Jade, being the adventerous kind, started to run off without me, and to my horror, I knew exactly where she was going

 

Tetsuo: *Running as well* Oh no you don't love! Its to dangerous; there could-

 

Jade: Be more of them? We need to find out exactly where those things came from, Tetsuo, otherwise they're just gonna keep coming!

 

Ruddy Idiot! There are worse bad guys than stupid Egg-Bots! If something else comes out the cinema, somthing more powerful, then we're screwed! To my even more suprise, she jumped in the air, and as soon as she thrist her arms and legs downwards, fire burst out from beneath her; The lucky lass could fly! How the hell does she even know whow to use her powers so suddenly? He charged up my legs with electricity, and with that, I propelled myself into the air.

 

Its not as cool as flying, but super leaping certianly is more fun! Its a shame ts not as quick, as Jade had disapeared from my sights; this wouldn't be a problem however.

 

I eventually arrived back at the cinema, and this time I noticed a dramatic change; there were no people. No one was screaming, no one was yelling about wierd mosnters or rebots, there wern't even any of them around any more as well.

 

With my gut instint telling me that Jade's in trouble, I quickly ran into the main entrance of the cinema, fearing for Jades safty. Don't worry I told myself. She's tough enough to take care of herself...but is she propared for this?

 

A high pitched scream filled the cinema, making me jump a mile and a half in the air (OoC: Not literally, of course). I ran into the movie room where the scream came from...and a t first I was thrilledand relieved to see Jade, but then I felt fear. Lots and lots of it. After all, its not everyday that you see an giant, eveil Nintendo based character thats about to stomp on ur Girl Friend.

 

-To be continuoed!-

 

OoC: BTW, am I allowed to use a Nintendo character in my next post?

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ooc: ... duh, anyway I am making my first post my audition as well, it has something to do with Axel trying to kill Vexen so he sends Prinnies to do it (Axel is a new Overlord).

 

Here you Goes

 

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Vexen was in his garage, this was no ordinary garage, it had machine parts littering the floor and test tubes filled with mysterious liquid on the shelves, also to the right is a computer. It looked like the apartment of Snape and Tony Stark if they were college roommates. He was drinking a bottle of Mountain Dew; it was a pretty slow day for New York no one having came in for 5 hours. Bored Vexen takes a picture off the wall and stare at it. It is a picture of him and his friends Ducktor Cid and Slimechanic, behind them is a huge monster tank (It looks like Vexen’s shield but on it’s on it’s back has 6 wheels directly under it and a cannon barrel replacing the bottom spike (which is now pointing forward)). The picture was from when they just finished the Frozen Pride, Vexen’s first monster tank.

 

The front door burst open and a group of 5 strange looking creatures fall down behind it “Ouch, watch it dood!” one of them complains. Vexen turns around to get a good look at them; they were small, blue, pouch-wearing penguin-like creature with disproportionately small bat wings and two peg legs where feet would normally be. Vexen heard of these beings they were Prinnies: humans who have led a worthless life, such a thieves or murderers, or have committed a mortal sin such as suicide, have their souls sewn into the body of a prinny upon their death. Then they are forced to either do charity in Celestia until their good deeds give them redemption or forced to work for near nothing in the Netherworld until they can pay for a pricey ritual to revive them. Vexen started to chuckle at their pathetic ness but stops short realizing that if Axel succeeded in his task he himself would have been a prinny. “Why are you here?” Vexen inquires, wondering why a bunch of Prinnies would show up, after all shouldn’t we be busy with try to get redemption? “ Naw dood, “A prinny replied, clearly the leader “We are here for on business, our employer wants you dead”

 

“Oh really?” Vexen replies amused, it seems that everyone once him dead, stuck up self righteous heroes who attack him even though he didn’t do anything yet, nerds who want to say they killed a villain and thought he would be a easy win, the list goes on and on. Regardless there was a possibility of this one being interesting. “Can you tell me who hired you then?” Vexen asks with a innocent look on his face. “Sure dood” The lead prinny replies confidently, it’s Axel.

 

The soda in Vexen’s bottle freezes at this statement, shattering the bottle. “Don’t…ever speak that traitors name in my presence!” Vexen grabs the lead prinny by it’s neck and throws him at the group of remaining Prinnies, the lead one collides with a unlucky prinny in the front of the group, knocking it down and causing the lead Prinny to explode. The other Prinnies quickly recover, drawing knives out and attempting to stab Vexen. Vexen manages to impale one of them with a icicle spear and slices another with his shield spike, following through with a icicle jutting from the ground skewering the Prinny. The other one manages to stab Vexen while he is distracted, drawing out a a outburst of blood from Vexen’s left thigh before Vexen freezes the blood to close the wound. With a cry of anger Vexen forms a ice sword using his shield has a handle and promptly uses it to cut down the Prinny.

 

Vexen then leaves his garage, leaving the maid bot to clean up the mess, he needed time to think. Vexen stares at the star filled sky wondering just what Axel is planning now…

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OoC: Sorry... I'm just so absorbed with GODS-D it's hard to develop a post.

 

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Talim stared at the orb, completely transfixed by the mesmerizing, fluid movements of the mysterious sapphire spirit within. Though the mellifluous sounds accompanying the liquid swirling of the unfortunate soul would be calming to any ordinary being, they unnerved the shaman to no end: they had precisely the same qualities as Gamer's soothing voice.

 

To think she might love someone whose name she didn't know. It was obviously an alias, anyway.

 

She glanced over at the other being: a suspended corpse, though demonically handsome. Somehow, presumedly because of Master Sword's protection — or because he'd held half of the Triforce of Courage upon his demise — Link's body hadn't decayed at all in the last year. Talim was almost starting to hope he's wake up one day.

 

Then she reminded herself of two things: the desperate pessimism clause, and the fact that she'd have to explain her feelings for Gamer.

 

Eerily enough, Talim thought, thoroughly disturbed, I'm almost starting to think their deaths were for my benefit.

 

With these chilling thoughts foremost in her mind, she kicked the Exodar to a start and took off through the subway system.

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The steps echoed against the dank and confined walls of the alley. The dark grimy alleyway was obviously a haven for the many drug-dealers and their pitiful patrons. A man lie in a dumpster, taking one last sip of unpure liquid in order to slip himself away from the world of hunger and misery that he had so formerly lived. Excellent. He will do nicely.

 

The figure was enshrouded and entangled in a heavy cloak, draped about his features. It stretches down his thin and bony legs, covering him almost completely. Emitting from under the hood were two gleaming pupiless eyes- shining a gleaming and eerie light. A light of laughter. One wouldn't notice him and probably mistake him for one of the many drug dealers inhabiting the dark and grimy alleyways of the Big Apple. But, if looking closely at the creature's feet, you would realize your grave mistake. The three toes emitted sharp, glistening white claws which jutted out from completely pitch black skin. The third toe to the left was larger and jutted, like a velociraptor.

 

Someone tapped on his shoulder. The creature turned, taken aback at first but then smiled. In front of him was a young man, obviously around sixteen, staring desperately in front of him. His illusion was a success.

 

"D-Do you have any more coke?" The boy stuttered. The creature suddenly laughed, a cold harsh laugh like metal grating against metal. The boy stepped back.

 

"Um..."

 

The creature let out a wide smile, his grin growing until almost up to his eyes, revealing suddenly razor sharp teeth.

 

"Ring around the rosie." The figure chanted.

 

"Uh-what? W-Who are you?"

 

"Pocket full of posies."

 

"W-What are you doing?" the boy stepped back, frightened, and started running. The figure stepped forward calmly.

 

"Husha." The figure had suddenly appeared in front of the boy.

 

"Husha." Out of the figure's suddenly erupted an long, forked tongue, which extended and spinned around the boy's neck, it's pointed edge directly parallel with the boy's neck.

 

"P-p-please! Whatever you are, d-d-don't hurt me!" The boy wailed pitifully. But the creature suddenly brushed over his hood, revealing a pitch black bald oval head, with a triangular chin jutting out. The figure's head suddenly moved parallel to the boy's ear, and suddenly he whispered as if telling a secret.

 

"And. We all. Fall. Down."

 

A sudden scream, and then, silence.

 

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Pain. Spiking in my head, ripping through my body, until my comprehension is distorted into everlasting torment. It courses through my body, until suddenly it ended just as quickly as it began. What is happening? I do not know. But, from an assumption that I deem is correct, Something is happening. And, I fear, that Something....

 

But those thoughts distract me. I stare now at the cement sidewalk, in front of the large medieval church. The Cat will probably know I'm here- and that is expected. In fact, anticipated. I open the gate blocking the driveway and walk up to the door.

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Thirrit and Prudence Juyon:

 

The door burst into flames.

 

"Hello, Davok," Blaze offered genially as the gate crumbled to ashes. By this, we mean dismissively; she's not a nice person. "What are you doing here now? Reckon you can take me on — keeping mind, I technically have Exodar's signal beam, and Talim still has Soul Calibur — " she tapped her necklace — "or is there some other metaversial disaster you need our help on?"

 

OoC: Raining on your parade much? XD Still, she kinda knows what to expect, considering how weak Davok is, and how powerful Soul Calibur is...

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