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[Out from one prison and into another, it feels like. But one that is not sealed with magic. Definitely not the same seal Morrison and his allies placed on him all those years ago. No, this sarcophagus was easy enough to leave.

Though there was more than just mild confusion. He vividly recalls being in 4202 A.C, in the realm belonging to Midgards. He was forced to retreat by mere humans who gained access to magic.

He. Was. LIVID.

Humans with MAGIC.

But no Prince would sully his appearance by letting rage overtake him. He needed to return to Midgards and finish his crusade against that Kingdom's magitech and anyone who dared use it. Though he attempts, nothing happens. Was something blocking his magic? He may as well leave this dreary excuse of a mausoleum and see where, or when he is. Since he was riding the Stream of Time prior to awakening in that tomb.

Dhaos, this imposing figure of a man emerges from The Bay, draped in flowing golden hair and a regal cloak of orange and yellow, floats about with a contents of a box he found, all of which also floated around him as a blue and red orb orbited around him in perfect synch.

And he was appalled by what he sees. Mysterious technology, run on a magics that is foreign to him. All controlled by HUMANS. It sickens him, and does nothing more but remind him why he wars with Midgards in the first place. All he sees is a callous race of beings, working towards assured destruction for mere comforts and greed.

Dhaos wants nothing more than to just go right on ahead and just eradicate every bit of magitech that litters this human town. And yet... He doesn't sense mana, nor Yggdrasil.

You'll be pardoned for now, little human town. However, that doesn't mean he'll suffer their presence. A quick glance at a brochure reveals a city called "Fayren," which bares semblance to villages in Aselia, particularly in the Realm of Euclid. That will do. Until he can leave this wretched place, he'll find, or create, a place in Fayren.

All though this device, which the brochure claims to be for communication? Dhaos despises any and all forms of magitech, so he's going to throw it away without so much as a wave of a hand. Along with the useless brochures.

Unfortunately, the discarded device and brochures flies at a random passer-by. Are you going to take that? Not only did he throw items at you, but he's also littering.

((NOTE: Dhaos can have thrown the device at you in either Genessia or Fayren.
NOTE 2: His name is pronounced "Douse." PUN AWAY.))
 
 
02 April 2018 @ 10:01 pm
[action]
[Another egg victim, who really thought he had outsmarted this system. But when he thought he heard one of the eggs chirp, Uai felt it was his obligated to look after it--

False alarm. It's just another mean egg, out to cause trouble. It slips out of his hands and cracks on the ground, creating a cloudy puff of magic. When it settles, Uai's worst qualities have taken physical form. Before his 'good side' has fully processed what's going on, the evil Uai has already cast a spell. In causes a nearby tree to grow alarmingly fast and grab "Good Uai" with its roots. What little good Uai had in him is now tied in place by roots from a tree. Welp. This sucks.]


W-Wait! Hang on! Can't we talk this out? A, ahhh... S-someoooone! How am I going to get free? Waaah, I don't want to hurt the treee! O-or hurt anyone else, for that matter...!

[video]

[It's the evil side of Uai that has the device. He's being moderately well behaved right now, but that isn't likely to last. His shadowy aura is fully visible and it occasionally causes his form to flicker on screen, like a computer glitch.]

Alright, enough playing around. Maybe the rest of you can afford to lay your roots here, with jobs and material comforts, but I'm done with that. What am I going to have to do to get you all to work harder to find a way out of here? Make this place a living hell? I'd be happy to fulfill that role. It seems to be all I do across the times and spaces anyway, so I've become quite skilled at it. You're all between Hana and I, so it's your fault... I'll count to three and then get started, hm?

(( fun fact: he won't be actually destroying anything or causing wide area chaos. please don't worry! ))

 
 
02 April 2018 @ 02:06 pm
[When the feed clicks on, it does so mid-bounce as if the device had been tossed aside with little in the way of regard for what happened to it. Those watching it was spared most of the camera shaking if only because the room in which the broadcast originates is pitch black save for three points of illumination. The first two show the shadow-cloaked face of Vlad as his eyes appear to burn with a hellish flame. The third seems to be a small crimson stone, glowing in the darkness, pulsing softly almost as if mimicking a heart beat. When Vlad speaks, his voice is restrained, but the fury is more than evident.]

I have spent quite some time in this place, and during that time I have learned quite a bit of the nature of the realm. Those of us chosen to be ripped from our own worlds seem to have been plucked from them to serve as protectors of the realm, to keep the barriers around the cities in place so that what lies beyond at bay.

It is because of this that I was willing to accept the peace offering that was returning my wife to my side. However, she is no longer here. Sent back to the fate that awaited her in our world; to be tortured and burnt at the stake for the crime of showing compassion. What this realm seems to have forgotten is that I am not as forgiving as Lisa.

[He pauses, clenching his fist around the stone, dimming the lights further but allowing the shifting shadows that fill the room behind him to become a bit more visible.]

Perhaps it is time I remind Genessia why I am called Vlad the Impaler...
 
 
30 March 2018 @ 06:17 pm
Who: Hanzo Shimada & [OPEN]
Where: Outside of Fayren and then Favnir Ruins in Fayren
When: Afternoon moving towards evening
What: Hanzo was approached by a citizen of Genessia to save their child who has gone missing near the Ruins in Fayren. Hanzo needs money so he's taking the request, intending to do it alone. This is not how things go
Rating: E. No warnings right now, will update if needed.



[A]Preparation
[Hanzo isn't one to take something lightly, and while he's also not exactly someone to go out and rescue a stranger's child, he's been offered enough money to do it and finds that he can't keep his conscience clear knowing there was a child that was in trouble and he did nothing. So here he is, currently at what amounts to an adventurer's outfitting store, gathering a few essentials he figures he might need.

Since he currently has his bow and a full quiver of arrows on his back, he cuts an imposing looking silhouette, especially considering the dour expression seemingly permanently affixed to his facial features. As it stands now, Hanzo is pouring over different sorts of health snacks, and a first aid kit. Already set aside are a couple of blankets and perhaps a coat that is decidedly child sized.]


"Will there be anything else, sir?"

...No. This will do. [Hanzo pulls out money to pay—thankfully he'd been prepaid by the man hiring him—and turns to leave in one fluid motion, supplies tucked under one arm. At least unless he bumps into someone. If no one stops him to ask questions, he leaves in a quick fashion.]


[B] At the Ruins
[Damn. He should have thought of this when he'd taken up this request. Currently, Hanzo was in a bit of a pickle, ducked behind a large tree while several dire wolves approached. Beyond them was a very, very large stone golem, its eyes glowing in the dark that Hanzo had THOUGHT would offer him cover. It did not offer as much as he thought. Quickly pulling out a different arrow than before, Hanzo pulls the string back on his bow and lines up his shot. He fires, missing the wolves and golem entirely. Luckily, it seems that this is what he wanted to do, as the arrow begins to pulse rhythmically, offering a faint glow over any moving objects.

It makes the monsters a lot easier to see, even ones Hanzo had not noticed. What's more, is if anyone is paying attention is that in the far distance the shape of a small crumpled child can be made out through the darkness. Hanzo has a long way to go. Well, hanzo, and whomever happens to be with him. How they wound up with him isn't important now, but hopefully they can pull their weight.]


We must move. Try to keep up.


[C] WILDCARD
[if you want to do a different scenario please pick this one!]
 
 
30 March 2018 @ 08:10 pm
[Liora stares at her device for a few moments. What she was about to share is going to be an infodump, but she wants to keep it as simple as possible. So, she takes several deep breaths to form the words in her mind before she begins the feed.]

Well...there are a lot of holidays from different worlds with unique origins. Although I've never seen a celebration of any holidays from my own world, I'd like to share the origins. It's...quite a long story, but I'll try to condense it as much as possible...

[She takes another deep breath before she begins.]

Cue infodump... )
 
 
Current Mood: accomplished
 
 
26 March 2018 @ 10:12 pm
[Mami is in Nova City Heaven's Court apartment building is behind her.]

Hello, Genessia. I have some pretty exciting news. I'm moving out of Genessia Commons. If you need I'll be living in the apartment building right behind me from now on. It's a lot closer to work than the Commons.

[Mami giggled.]

I must say, I'm excited to have a kitchen again.
 
 
25 March 2018 @ 05:22 pm
Start Things Off With a Bang

[The video begins with a familiar face and message most citizens of Genessia have likely encountered by now. Though the owner of the phone doesn't seem to realize he's turned it on, one hand gripping the device in anger.]

Hello, my name is Weiss Schnee, founder of the Genessia Scientific

DIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

[An impressive looking explosion goes volleying at the incorporeal figure. It looks capable of creating a lot of destruction, but unfortunately for the attacker, it also activates the hologram failsafe. Before Katsuki can fight it, the gas knocks the new arrival out so he faceplants on the floor, law enforcement notified to charge him for destruction of property.

Heroes gotta make an entrance.]
 
 
24 March 2018 @ 05:33 pm
[Takeru was taking a day off work, or at least was taking advantage of being given a day off because of the photoshoot previously on a day he shouldn't have been in. But he had found that day to be fun more than anything after all a special someone was the one who did the pictures and he enjoyed the time because of it.

But for now, Takeru was leaning back on the couch, the sound of the television was going on in the background, it was at this moment in time background noise. On his lap sat his Zorua, the other two Pokemon he kept were currently chilling on the top of the sofa. After a brief moment, Takeru waved slightly. He had a purpose and now was the time to actually say something.]


Hello, I have a very important question I need to ask, to help someone special to me.

[He smiled slightly for a moment.]

My... well uh... girlfriend [Still so very, very strange to admit after 10 days of dating. He was to use to them having been friends this whole time. But he continues on even with his thoughts.] Hikari is planning a little trip to some hot springs she heard about. She hasn't been here for long and she could use some friends that aren't a bad influence at times.

[Anyone is free to figure out who that might be in reference to, only one person knows for sure.]

So I figured I would ask the girls I know and maybe anyone I might not if they might be interested in going with my fri...girlfriend? I have to stop saying friend. [He sighed slightly.]

Thank you for listening and hope to hear from people soon about that. [He honestly wasn't sure what he was going to be doing on that day, but Zorua shifted himself slightly moving to make sure he was more comfortable in his lap.]

As for me, I guess I would need to plan on doing something with people, I just have no clue as to what. [He couldn't help but laugh slightly.]

Guess I'll figure that out on the day. [A pause.] Oh, for those that helped me with cooking stuff I do have a present for you lot, just let me know when to bring it to you and I will deliver it.

[He smiled before switching off.]

Action; Around Genessia
[Even though he wasn't meant to be working today didn't stop the young man from going to the coffee shop and grabbing a hot drink and sandwich for lunch instead of cooking back at home. He had another reason for his trip out and it was his three pokemon. Zorua, Chatot, and Emolga were all with him getting out and about. He didn't want them to get lazy after all.

However, there was one thing Takeru was never good at and that was keeping them in line. Chatot was the first to fly on ahead, causing Takeru to give chase so he couldn't get too far away from him.]


Chatot, get back here. [Chatot himself seem to instead find himself flying around other people. He may or may not be trying to see if someone has food.]

I'm sorry about him.
 
 
[When this accidental feed begins, it starts with some startled looking bloke in blue leathers idly touching the screen. The man in question looks particularly confused and greatly disheveled, definitely not the usual expression for the cold and stoic musketeer.]

...Qu'est-ce que c'est?

[The question is asked upon a haggard breath.

Athos awoken with a start inside of that cramp pod, which explains the translucent beads of sweat dripping down his face. He stares into the phone with wide blue eyes, shock evident across his face. It seems he's still inside of that odd cavern by the tide.

It's rather dark here. The shadows dance about behind him as he wades through the water aimlessly in search of the others. His only source of light here happens to be the ethereal white glow of this phone. Unfortunately, he has no idea what this device truly is and seems to be using it as some sort of torch. That explains why he doesn't shout into the phone as he holds it up for light.
]

D'artagnan? [His voice is raspy just like earlier but it has a commanding edge to it, almost aristocratic.] Porthos? Aramis?

Answer me.

[The auto translator boots up unlike earlier. It was probably still downloading the application when he first spoke but yes, English isn't his native tongue.]

There's no one here.

[The realization washes over him after he successfully explored every nook and cranny of this cave.

In a dazed huff, Athos heads briskly back towards the silver pod floating upon the tide. He drops the phone towards the left as he grabs the remainder of his things. The man is armed, heavily armed even. He carries two ornate flintlock pistols on his person along with a elegant steel rapier that has a thick guard that seen it's fair share of action. He quickly sheathes his sword upon the right of him before grabbing for his brown leather hat and turquoise half-cape.

It's then that he grabs the phone again and starts making his way towards the slight opening ahead. Still, he has no idea the device he's carrying is actually connecting him with hundreds and hundreds of viewers.

Athos just thinks it's some kind of glowing stone, like that makes any more sense.
]
 
 
20 March 2018 @ 07:05 pm
docks; arrival
[ Elora has only known two homes in her life: the first she barely remembers, a fleeting memory of a time before she was changed. And the other, a rotting husk of charred wood and bones, a 'home' only in name that she burned down with her own hands centuries ago. She remained there for ages, knew she would eventually die there, and was content to wallow in her self-imposed misery until that day finally came.

Here, now, unannounced and unplanned, she is lost. There's too many people — she can hear them in the distance as she stumbles into the bay. By some merciful God it is night when she arrives, but that does only a little to abate the fear rippling through her.

The instructions given are half-ignored, the phone tossed to the side and forgotten (unless someone chooses to stop her from leaving it behind) and the necklace inspected for longer than likely necessary. It makes no sense. It has to be an illusion, a trick from some mage that happened to wander upon her home somehow, past her defenses, past her knight, past... everything. It's unlikely, but possible. It can't be real. She can't be here, in this strange city.

She doesn't stray far from the Bay for a while, too keyed up and confused to do much exploring. So she sticks to the shadows — quite literally — a veil of darkness looming around her to keep her as blended in with the darkness as possible. It's safer there, where she can watch and hope she can figure out what the hell she's going to do now. ]



genessia city; commonspace
[ Eventually she has to move. The sun threatens to rise above the horizon and no matter how dark the veil she wears, it will not shield her entirely. Briefly, she thinks, she should just let it happen — end this all now and be done with it. But she wills herself forward; she has suffered worse than this, far worse, and will weather this as she did all her other trials. She seeps through shadows, unseen and unheard unless someone is well attuned to the supernatural, and makes it to the room she has been given.

The door unlocks, she steps in, and collapses on the floor once the curtains are drawn and the room steeped in black. There, she cries, low and soft, but loud enough to be heard through the halls. Her door is half opened and she will curse herself for that later, but for now she just needs to cry. ]
 
 
20 March 2018 @ 12:46 pm
[That's a familiar rack face to a lot of people here. You'd think she'd be more careful about it, but fact is, she knows who's here. And she doesn't care. She regards the video feed blandly.]

I'm just going to get to the point. If you're from Amestris, stay out of my way and I'll stay out of yours. I don't think you can ask for a better deal than that.

[She shifts her weight, flipping an errant lock of black hair over her bare shoulder.]

As for employment, it's simple. If you can make me human, I'll work for you. Even if it takes a while. I can be patient.

[There are other things she wants to mention about that, but she's not that stupid or brash to mention the whole complete lack of scruples thing. She'll get to that if it comes to it.]

Other than that? I'm not interested in small talk, so there's no need for greetings or reassurances. We'll run into each other soon enough, I'm sure.
 
 
[ What is this, a second message from the Attleton Guardian's office within a week? Once again it's published on the network, as well as being read on the radio and local TV. ]

Due to recent circumstances, the Attleton Guardian's office reminds you:
Capital punishment and torture are outlawed in Attleton, this is not to be circumvented through the bounty system.

Bounties are to be delivered alive only, unharmed beyond injuries incurred resisting arrest. If the bounty is killed in self-defense it is the hunter's responsibility to prove it beyond reasonable doubt.

Both bounty hunters and vigilantes will be held to Attleton laws. All acts of apprehending suspects are to be done with minimal damage to yourself, the suspect and property.

Suspects must be brought to the Guardian's office. Any attempt to exact personal punishment will be treated as a crime.

If attempts are made to circumvent the laws by bringing in bounties barely alive, be aware it will lead to further tightening of the regulations.



OOC: Basically this means Attleton will be copying Nova re. ingame consequences, though there is no bounty license system.
If Cassian responds to comments on this at all it is likely to be curt, but characters are welcome to use this post to talk among themselves.
 
 
15 March 2018 @ 05:58 pm
[Johnny was making use of his in-home personal gym before making this post. So as he starts the feed up, he’s shirtless, a bit sweaty and panting heavily. Got to work hard to maintain a body as amazing as his. At least, he believe it to be amazing.]
So. I’ve been thinking about opening up a hotel attached to my Casino. I’ve been trying to think up some good names for it and I’d be open to suggestions.

The Gentle Emerald Hotel
Superdeluxeawesome Hotel
The Oasis Hotel
The Stargaze Hotel
Majestic Hotel & Spa
The Peaceful Winter Hotel
The Sexy Storm Hotel.

[He’s like, 90% not taking this seriously at all. Though he is curious as to what names some people might suggest.]

I think they’d all make for great hotel names, but let’s hear what you’ve got.
 
 
13 March 2018 @ 05:09 pm
Audio

[The audio blips on, the sound of water lapping along the edge of the Bay the only thing heard for a moment before a voice can be heard.]

Touma? Kairi?

[A soft huff and footsteps can be heard before the audio shuts off.]

[Video]

[Once she's done listening to the hologram and all, the video feed clicks on to a new girl, dressed in yellow and no more than eighteen maybe, standing just outside the entrance to the Bay. She's looking around as if trying to get the hang of the place.]

So the hologram in there said I'd been kidnapped. I'd really rather that not be the case because I have things I need to do back home.

[Please don't ask what, she's not up for talking about it.]

Anyway, hi there.