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Feb 27 2008, 08:14 PM (Post #1)
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I'd like to start out by saying that I basically scrapped the old basis for the RP, meaning it will no longer have anything remotely to do with our clans, or the old planet that I believe Jingy designed. This RP is meant to be original (at least I hope), while still keeping the idea of using real-life friendships and forum names as the basis for interaction. Keeping in mind that you can adapt to these supposed limitations, you must realize that there are actually very few restrictions for this RP. You have the freedom to do anything you want as long as you don't break the "rules" of the RP. Also, please remember to turn off your signatures when you post in this RP. Now, let's start this up, shall we?

The New O33 - Timeshift

->Message Log - Entry: 7/18/09; 6:33 PM
As I write this, my team and I are preparing to open the door to another dimension. We are all excited, to say the least, as this will be the single greatest scientific achievement in history. This opens the door to understanding our universe, which was previously believed to be impossible. If successful, we may even be able to unlock the secret to....time travel. I am trying not to get my hopes up though, as this experiment could fail miserably.

As a side note, our containment of this experiment is more important than its success, which is where most of our real preparation is being focused. Then again, if we do everything right, containment won't be necessary. We are simply safeguarding ourselves from our own mistakes.

->Message Log - Entry: 7/18/09; 8:42 PM
We are moments away from attempting to open the door. This message isn't even important. I'm just nervous. I suppose this log can serve to inform people if this turns out to be a mistake.

->Message Log - Entry: 7/18/09; 8:49 PM
It's incredible. The door has been open for several minutes now, and the energy feedback is astonishing. As a power source, opening the dimension could be immensely helpful to the world's future power supply. Containment is holding well.

->Message Log - Entry: 7/18/09; 8:53 PM
There was a minor containment problem that lasted approximately 7 seconds. As a precaution, though there seems to be no danger of a breach, we are shutting down the experiment for now.

->Message Log - Entry: 7/18/09; 10:02 PM
The door was open for precisely 9 minutes and 22 seconds. During this time, we recorded an astonishing amount of energy. The enormous amount of data is going to take weeks to analyze. At the moment, all we know is that it appears as though it is safe for further experimentation.

I am very proud of what we have accomplished.

->Message Log - Entry: 7/18/09; 11:06 PM
We decided as a group to open the door again. All previous precautionary measures are still in place. The containment field is functioning at 98%, which is easily enough for another test. This makes me feel a little greedy, but who wouldn't be feeling this way? This whole thing is incredible.

->Message Log - Entry: 7/18/09; 11:20 PM
This was a te

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Setting: Earth - Sub Dimension: Outer 33rd
Date: 07-19-2009
Time: 7:51 am

"This is insane."

Fear and anxiety were clouding his thoughts. What he saw before him was clearly impossible. Even though he prided himself on being able to keep a sharp and open mind, he found himself unable to come to terms with what he was looking at.

The boy who called himself Odd was staring out his window at the edge of a cliff which overlooked a lake that stretched nearly into the horizon. It was a beautiful scene, but that was not Odd's problem. His problem was that, until he had gone to bed the night before, his window had looked out upon the face of an apartment building, which mirrored the one in which he himself was living.

After staring at the sight for almost ten minutes, Odd finally peeled his eyes away from the window and dashed to the other side of the room. He tore open the door, and looked down the hall to the window that usually looked out into the alley of the neighboring complex. Even from a distance, he could tell he was not seeing the usual brown-brick exterior to which he was accustomed.

As he slowly approached the window, he began to realize he was instead looking into the dense foliage of what appeared to be a forest. Without hesitation, Odd teleported back into his apartment and turned on the TV, only to find that, while the TV seemed to be working, there were no stations to watch.

"What the f*ck!?" shouted Odd, who was beginning to think he going crazy, "I have to find someone else. There has to be someone else who's seeing this."

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Date: 07-19-2011
Starting Time: 8:09 am

"Two years ago today." Odd mumbled to himself, "Seems like it should be longer than that."

Even if two years had passed, it may as well have been an eternity with the changes that had taken place in the world he had once thought of as normal. He had investigated, to the best of his abilities, the "incident" almost endlessly for the first few months. Even then he had come up with next to nothing about what had happened. All he knew then was that where he was now was not where he had been 24 months previously. The only explanation he could come up with was that he and his apartment building had been sent to another dimension somehow. Strangely enough, none of the other tenants had been sent with him.

At first Odd had thought this was some kind of backlash from his unique power. His abilities could have been one explanation for his predicament. Then he had found someone.

During his first year in this new place, he had discovered many new towns and cities and people. The people, as far as he could tell, were normal, but nobody knew anything about the places he described while trying to find out about the incident. They all seemed clueless about the Earth he had known and loved. The people here all called this place 'Origin', and looked at him strangely when he spoke of other planets and alternate dimensions.

Then, after one year and two months, not long after he had accepted this new place and began trying to fit in, he found someone who understood his questions. At the time, it had appeared that the woman had just arrived in this place. She had been scared and confused, just as Odd had been. After getting just two of his questions answered, the woman had run from him. By the time he had tracked her down, she had taken her own life. Depressed for more than one reason, Odd had continued on, thinking repeatedly about her answers.

"Do you know what happened to Earth?" he asked the panicked woman.
"I...I....There was an accident a while back." she managed to say, "Th...There was an accident during an exper...experiment dealing with opening other dimensions."
"And?"
"The world...had been...it was like places just shifted in time randomly." she continued, "People disappeared....entire cities were replaced by...other things..."
"But do you know where we are now?" he asked, worried.
"I....no....NO I DON'T!" she screamed, as if suddenly remembering what had happened.

That was when she had run.

Not long after her appearance, maybe a few weeks, things started happening here as well, making him understand what 'other things' meant. It didn't take long for Odd to realize that the dimensions were slowly merging with each other. Still, the differences between this dimension and the one where Odd had come from were significant enough as things were. In this place, Origin, his power did not seem as out of place as it had before. Here, there were many people with unusual powers...and their numbers increased once the timeshifts began.

The shifts were also less dramatic than the ones on Earth had apparently been. Here, they occured about once every week or so, adding new landscape and occasionally bringing new beings along for the ride. As can be expected, the additional or new territory was highly sought after. After just the fourth 'shift', groups of people originally from this plain of existence began fighting over the land. The fighting escalated after each new shift, eventually dragging many innocent people into the conflicts. In addition, the new beings brought to this world were almost always dragged into hte fighting as well. Most were killed...but those with the ability to fight back and win, did so.

Three groups rose from the conflicts. One of them was known as the RT, or Rift Takers. Odd considered them to be the 'bad guys', if that could be said, as they were aggressive in their occupation of the new land, and tried to kill whatever they found there. Very rarely did they capture the beings they discovered, but the few they had imprisoned had earned them the simple nickname, the "Takers".

The second group, self titled "The Shield", were the 'good guys'. While their goal was the same as the RT, they were more of an occupational group that preferred to passively take control of the new land. If they found any foreign beings on the land, rather than killing them off, they tried their best move them away without conflict.

The third group was an assortment of the beings that had been transported in the shifts. Whether they were prisoners, free roaming, or dead bodies, they were all considered to be part of the group. The Shield, in their attempts to stay on better terms with the beings named the group the Animalian Guild. The name confused Odd though, as a clear majority of the beings in the group were human or humanoid variations. The Takers, who cared nothing about their relations with the outsiders, named the group the "Others". While not siding with the Takers, Odd felt that this name fit them better.

The Others, while small in number, were the true victims of the timeshift conflicts. Odd chose to side with them.

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All of you should put some thought into this before you jump in. Obviously, I want you all on THIS plain of existence....this dimension. Your history can be whatever you want it to be, and you can join any of the three groups mentioned above, so long as you end up with the rest of us, on the Outer 33rd Dimension.

For reference to what the actual world is like, I ask that any new RP'ers who aren't familiar with the old O33 or Trilogies please go read some of the posts from the original topics (links below). If you still need help, PM me about what the setting will be like for this story. Just know now that we will be working with some kind of combination of modern and medieval technology....as in guns and swords.

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Mar 10 2008, 05:50 PM (Post #16)
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Date: 07-19-2011
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Discovering the extent of his new 'ability' had at first been a curse. Now, Odd thought, it seemed more like just another chapter in his long story. He certainly wasn't pleased with his new situation, but he had accepted it, and after the first few times, had become comfortable with the change.

It hadn't taken very long for Odd to find out that every seventh time he jumped, he reappeared as the girl. The moment he started his test, he had changed. Luckily for him, the girl somehow knew to continue the testing. He knew now that she was simply an extension of himself, and that whatever happened, she would continue his efforts without missing a beat. Odd had also narrowed down the transformation time and concluded that it lasted approximately twelve hours. At the end of the twelve hours, as far as he knew, he simply changed back into himself.

His current predicament though, was one he could not explain or risk testing. Somehow, after over 72 hours of testing and isolating himself in his house, he had transported himself back to the same day he had begun his trials. He was actually standing just outside of his own front door, looking up at the mid-day sun. As confused as he was, Odd was more shocked to realize he might actually have the ability to time travel. His problem was that he was not conscious of his new ability, which brought more fear. Fear that he wanted nothing more than to quell.

Odd stood on his own doorstep and looked down at the town below. From his vantage point, he could tell the market was in full swing as traders and buyers milled around, kicking up a light but obvious cloud of dust from the sand stone covered streets. He decided that he would not dwell on thoughts of accidental time travel. With five fresh jumps to work with, Odd decided to head in to town again to give himself some leisure time.

He jumped.


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Date: 07-19-2011
Time: 11:42 am

'So much for leisure time', Odd said to himself.

He had dealt with more than his share of pickpockets, muggers, rapists, and even killers in the past, so the concept of men kidnapping girls was not foreign to him. Still, broad daylight in the middle of an active market was not the usual time to find the type of man Odd was staring at.

The man was dressed plainly, but his overall appearance was 'off'. He was too neat, and while the expression he wore seemed genuine, his eyes hid some other motive from the girl he was talking to. Odd was suspicious, and planned to follow the pair should the girl go with the man. He couldn't hear their conversation, so Odd could only watch from a short distance as the girl decided her own fate.



--Oh snap I called Roger a kidnapping rapist killer, XD. It looked like at least three of you were headed toward a get-together, so I decided to slap on another twist so I could "join" you.
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Mar 10 2008, 10:47 PM (Post #17)
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Shadowflare cackled madly as he gazed upon the wreckage. This was the kind of thing he truly enjoyed.

The pain from his side disappeared as sanguine thoughts overtook his mind. He licked the blood off of his hand and turned toward the SWAT team that formed behind him.

"damned humans!" Shadowflare roared as he raised his hand up, immolating most of the intruders.

The great demon charged at the rest with a twisted grin on his face. they fired some shots, putting a hole in Shadowflare's arm. Still he charged, unphased.

"worthless slaves!" Shadowflare growled as he smashed in a face, another two were decapitated soon after. Three SWAT members remained, soiling themselves as hemorrhaging blood rained down on the laughing Shadowflare. He turned his back to the shaking humans, which seemed to take some anxiety away from them. They calmed, hoping that Shadowflare would just leave.

The bloodthirsty demon leapt hundreds of yards to a building a long way away. The SWAT remnants remained, and suddenly burst into flames.

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Shadowflare landed on the rooftop, the smoke was far away now and the people on the streets didnt seem to worry about anything at the moment. Shadowflare's head came back to him. he saw that he was covered in blood, and smelled of dead human. He looked over to his throbbing shoulder and looked at the hole. the pain made his vision hazy, and he fell off the side of the building, landing next to a man that was staring at two people. it went dark.

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Mar 11 2008, 11:26 PM (Post #18)
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"All right, I can be of assistance. Try not to act so nervous, it'll get you nowhere..." He paused, his gaze unchanging. "Now then, some of my.. associates are setting up a.. camp just outside of town. If you'll come with me you can get some rest while I work on gathering the forces we need to take care of this." He quickly looked over his shoulder. Dani scanned the people directly behind him, finding nothing but a blur of motion. The man spoke in a quiet voice. "I don't care to know who you are or anything about you, but where I am going to take you, if you choose to come, there are certain.. preconceived notions people have. That's all."

Danielle nodded. She wasn't entirely sure what was expected of her, but if he could help, then he was worth following.

"Please hurry. They probably need some medical attention real soon."

She prepared to follow him, but before taking a step, she stopped suddenly and looked into the crowd. Still the same constant motion and noise. Her eyes did not move. She couldn't see anyone, but she was certain that someone was there. Finding nothing, she dismissed the feeling. She prepared to depart.

((I'll leave the timing of Shadowflare to you two~))

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Mar 12 2008, 12:57 AM (Post #19)
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"Don't you worry about a thing; it'll all turn out fine." Roger knew it wouldn't. He knew that if it was in fact the RT that attacked, there was a slim chance any would be alive by the time he and a group of The Shield mobilized.

There was a thump in the alleyway around the corner from where they stood. About to instinctively blurt something out, he quelled his reflexes with a cigarette. "Come on," he said, "I've got transportation two blocks down."

Walking along with the girl many people stared, but he stared right back at them. The girl seemed to look at the ground. Normally Roger could tell when he was being followed, as his meager reputation grew he became accustomed to warding off attempts on his life from enemies who had heard of him. But this day, with this girl, something was different, he felt people's stares putting him off guard slightly.

After the two block walk that felt like a two hundred block walk, they reached Roger's vehicle, a deceptively powerful and speedy military-type open-air jeep. Having not had time to get what he needed in the way of supplies due to the interruption of this girl, he had no need to open his trunk. He opened the door for the girl and she got in silently. As Roger walked around to the other side of the jeep, she reached across to unlock the door for him. He started it up and they headed off. On the outskirts of town, where Roger could go faster, he noticed that the jeep was shifting sluggishly, as if some extra weight had been added...
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Mar 12 2008, 04:08 AM (Post #20)
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((Right...a car, damn you, stongue.gif. I'll take the invitation, whether it was meant for me or not.))

Date: 07-19-2011
Time: 11:45 am

Odd instinctively whipped around, already pulling out the gun he kept hidden in his belt. He trained it on the spot he expected someone to be standing, but had to lower the barrel slightly when he noticed his would-be attacker was laying on the ground, face down in the accumulated dust from the main street.

He also realized the man had been shot already, and the wound was still fresh, bleeding profusely. It suddenly dawned on Odd how incriminating his current stance appeared to be, and he almost dropped his gun as he spun around and closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, he was standing in his house. Cursing himself loudly for panicking and wasting another jump, Odd tried to refocus his attention on the spot he had last seen the girl. She had just started walking away with the strange man when the gun shot victim had landed behind him. Odd felt he had little time to catch up before he lost track of them for good.

He jumped back to the market, ignoring his own warnings about appearing in front of people. He looked around quickly, trying to spot the pair. He glanced at the alley he had been standing in before and noted that nobody seemed to have noticed the shot man. Feeling guilty about leaving him behind, Odd decided to play the part of the good samaritan.

"Oh my god! Did somebody see that man get attacked!" Odd yelled, pointing wildly at the alley.

When a few of the passer-by turned to look, Odd jumped further down the street. He appeared right behind the man and girl. He froze, hoping they hadn't noticed. When neither looked back, he quickly back-peddled and leaned against the side of a building in an attempt to look inconspicuous.

He saw them both get into an expensive looking vehicle. Again, something was wrong. The car meant this man had connections. No regular citizen would be able to afford it, or even drive it for that matter. This town was in one of the poorer provinces in the area. Odd suddenly realized the man could be a member of the Rift Takers, and that he was kidnapping the girl while posing as a friend. Odd considered his options, knowing that if his theory was true, the girl was an Other, and that she would be imprisoned or killed. He also knew he could be wrong.

Either way, he wasn't going to let them drive away. He waited until they pulled away, and then jumped. He had forgotten his teleportation count.


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Date: 07-19-2011
Time: 11:47 am

When she appeared inside of the trunk of the car, she was not at all surprised. She knew he would do it again. She knew already that the man was a vigilante from his memories, so being in the trunk of a strange vehicle while tracking a possible kidnapper did not seem particularly strange. Still, as far as she could tell, this was the first time her alter-ego had been this reckless in a pursuit.

Mia sighed, and then closed her eyes as she waited for the car to reach its destination. She would not be as rash as Odd, but she was still afraid. She wasn't armed as he had been. If his theory was right, she was going to be in some trouble if she chose to help this girl.

She wriggled her toes as she contemplated her next move.


((Nothing against you Shadow, but a bleeding demon is not something my character is equipped to deal with, x_x, so I decided to stick with the "rescue". And look what you made me do, XD.))
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And when they list, their lean and flashy songs
Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw,
The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed,
But swoln with wind, and the rank mist they draw,
Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread.

[John Milton]

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Her skin was healing, barely, slowly; the rips and tears in her flesh rose up and closed, melding together easily as her gaze absorbed the image of the man lying crookedly on the floor. He held the position of one who had fallen in the midst of an act, with neck held at that odd angle and one arm beneath him, the other flailing out as if to ward off some monster in his sleep. Some monster indeed. Though her skin had healed itself, her skin had never been flawless, the little silk scars that aligned her arms and the insides of her elbows attested to the life she had had before the affliction had set itself deep in her bones. One thought and her mind flickered, musings slipping from the vagabond and toward that time. She saw the only difference was the loneliness that filled her. She was no longer locked in a place where she was beaten; now she was the one that offered the beating to herself, though it was of the emotional nature and no longer of the physical. The woman grimaced.

Vicereine sighed. Lowering her hand where the green pus-infested welts had smoothed over, she lifted her gaze over to the man at her feet, once again. Idiot, she muttered silently, though to whom she was speaking was uncertain, hanging in the sea of her mind before disappearing in those dark oceanic depths. Nudging him with her toe, her eyelashes lowered over her eyes as the last of the ringing in her ears disappeared; his screams had been a little too loud for her comfort, even silenced she could hear the phantom sound, or ... perhaps that was something other. She imagined he would scream more if flames had been licking at his feet. The thought was grotesque.

But she was consumed by this image in particular, of the man, young and broken as he was. Kneeling in the dirt she looked at the body, sliding forward onto the palm of her hands and knees as her gaze slid over the contours of his face, saw nothing beautiful in the way in which he lay, muscles slack as if in death. Only the rapid jumping of his heartbeat pulsing against his neck told her he lived, though for how long she was unsure. Then she didn't particularly care.

Vicereine preferred to think of herself as pragmatic, not necessarily cold. That she had just further traumatized a possibly dying man did not even break the cold surface of her conscience. She did what she had to to survive. "Besides, he shouldn't've interfered." she growled, softly to herself and even hit his shoulder in some childish display of chastisement. Her eyes tracked the fluidly unconscious way his shoulder lifted and then fell back, as her pupils dilated, growing huge in the cage of her iris. Recognition held her in its firm grip, not of this man in particular but a physical remembrance of this certain type of fluidity.

Just like Jeremy, even in her own mind, the thought seemed to tremble. Refusing to give in to silly emotion, she grew angry: at herself, at her situation, at Jeremy for being how he was. Her upper lip curled in utter disgust, hand sliding up around her and slid her fingers around the hilt that remained discreetly hidden in her mass of hair and pulled the blade out of its sheathe on her back. He doesn't deserve to live, her eyes had grown cold, had changed the slight nuances in her face that had softened her features. Jeremy had learned that a baby face didn't mean vulnerable; this man deserved no less. She shifted over, straddled him, her knees braced on either side of his ribs as her arm tensed, blade pressed to his neck, ready to finish the deed when a sound ripped through her concentration, through her anger and sudden, quiet fear.

The choking sound of a car rumbled through the area, and her gaze rose, brown eyes darkening in irritation as she stared at the vehicle in the distance, still a little speck, but growing in size. Her eyebrows knit together in a show of consternation as the car never wavered in direction but continued on, toward her. Damnation, she cursed.

Still cursing she turned her attention to the man beneath her and with a quick, swift movement of her arm, the grace in the practiced movement belying the lethality as blood erupted from the wound, killing him within seconds as she rose quickly to keep the blood from completely coating her. Wiping the blade on his clothes she gripped the hilt tightly.

She looked up, and stared, unwavering.
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Mar 12 2008, 10:24 PM (Post #22)
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"ugh" Shadowflare awoke a bit later. his shoulder pulsed with intense pain, though, the bleeding had stopped.

"f*cking humans, i lay in an alley for however long and no one gives a flying f*ck." he said under his breath while cauterizing the hole with his pyrokinesis.

he felt weak. he had lost a lot of blood, he'd have to regain some. he looked at the passing people, their heart beats made him thirsty. Their blood would do, rich in iron and other such things would help him recover quickly. Shadowflare mustered his strength for a large burst and dashed forward breaking the sound barrier as he went and grabbed a large man. The demon jumped to a roof with him and tore into his neck and swallowing a mass amount of blood. The man's body went limp.

Shadowflare was covered with blood, he needed to get clean, and had spotted a jeep going down the road.

"that vehicle seems to show wealthiness" Shadowflare said, remembering all of the torn apart cars in the area. he gathered that a car that wasn't torn apart was for a richer person.

"surely that human has a home that will suit my status" he seemed proud while saying it. Shadowflare of Rage was, of course, a powerful demon. so narcissism ran through his mind.

Shadowflare followed the jeep.

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Roger rode along with the girl silently. She said not a word, and sat with her hands clasped in her lap and her head bowed down. Going over some bumpy terrain, the jeep suddenly had a small burst of speed, forcing the skilled driver Roger to downshift. The change would be unnoticable to most, but back in his world Roger had become designated driver of the Torchwood mobile command center. Feeling quite awkward, yet more importantly feeling that the girl had lost or was losing trust in him, he decided to say something.

"So, where is this area you were talking about?"

"The wounded people? ... they're straight ahead."

"Straight ahead? There's no aggregation of people straight ahead on this path... except for my camp." Roger braked. He didn't want to get any closer for fear of endangering the girl; the assailants could still be there. "Stay here." Roger flicked a switch on the dashboard, and a resilient-looking convertible top encased the jeep. "If anything happens, press this button." He pointed to a blue and red circle in the center of the console. "Ok?"

"Ok."

Roger got out of the car at a normal pace and began walking silently toward the trees ahead that encircled the camp. A twig snapped. There was motion. Roger saw a dark figure moving slowly through the trees... toward him. Roger stopped. The figure stopped. The shade of the trees obscured the figure's face. Roger said the only thing he could think of.

"Hello?"


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Danielle watched the man walk away, toward the place where she had been attacked earlier. She hoped that they were all still alive, like how she had left them. She couldn't bring herself or her newfound partner to kill anyone... even if it thought it was necessary. She began to look around somewhat nervously, anxious for something to do.

"Well, he seems like a nice person, don't you think?"

I don't think so.

"Eh? Why do you have to be so mean, Rado? Isn't he trying to help?"

Take a look around you. He seems rather well-equipped for a good Samaritan. Something isn't right here.

"I'm... not quite sure what you mean."

The car, Danielle. How often have we seen one?

She paused, thinking about the question for a moment. The man had disappeared into the forest some time ago. She looked for any sign of him.

"Ah well, as of late I've only seen really rich guys with them... and of course Shields and Takers. But they don't like to travel alone much, do they? Rich people can be nice, can't they?"
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Shadowflare stopped in a treetop about a hundred yards back. the jeep had stopped and a man was outside of it, looking about. He seemed disturbed by something in the shadows. Shadowflare looked at the motionless jeep, he felt something odd from it, like a very strong presence.

The demon seemed to have most of his strength back, the blood did him well. his ribs felt a little better and the hole in his shoulder numbed to a dull ping.

"come on, go" he whispered to himself impatiently.

There was swift movement by the jeep. Shadowflare drew his blade.
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((OoC: ahh see i didn't get that the bandit people were in a camp. my mistake lol... *edits* i haven't done a people rp in a while -.-))

And when they list, their lean and flashy songs
Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw,
The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed,
But swoln with wind, and the rank mist they draw,
Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread.

[John Milton]

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7.19.2011
11:51 AM


She wished for the dark; ached for it with every fiber of her being. How easily it would have been to wrap herself up in true shadows and disappear, eyes downcast, her entire existence nothing more than a flickering possibility of fear that arcs across the walls. It would have been rather easy, had she not been one of the few living people. Now, with no true escape, Vicereine merely stood over the newly created cadaver, her dagger angled down, the graceful point splotched with blood stains that had streaked across the glinting surface when she had wiped it against the dead man's clothes. Eventually she would be seen if she tried to go through the forest, her ability to remain elusive and a nonentity manifesting from her tie to a large community. Able to disappear only because people didn't want to know about the oddity in their midst. She grimaced and took a step back surveying her area for the first time.

A crudely made camp, perhaps. Unknowingly having stumbled upon only god-knows-what, Vicereine felt an unsual sensation of interuption. Never before had she cared who she dealt with, and now, for the first time she wondered what mess these idiots had landed her in. Who were they? She didn't look for clues, didn't have time as her mind began to race, lifting her gaze to the horizon, toward the car ambling her way with obnoxious ease.

There was nothing but broad daylight, the damnable sun suffocating her in heat, dry and unyielding. Almost in accord to her thoughts, her eyes had brightened, those dark depths turning brighter, almost fevered in the way in which she tracked the car. Watched as it slowed, stopped, idled. Eyes narrowing, the sudden stillness that surrounded her was nearly unnerving as nothing, not even her soft breathing, ruffled her brown coiling hair.

Cheek twitching in growing anxiety, Vicereine lifted her right hand and brushed the back of it against her cheek, the movement grating against her skin, merely rubbing the dirt further into her pores. Darkness streaked across her high cheekbones and the lower bridge of her nose, those eyes of hers, still piercing, still watching.

Though a young age, her eyes held a certain feralness, a dark cunning glimpsed in the beady eyes of rats that transformed her face into something other, colder, uncaring. A shell that she pulled tightly around herself. When the man began to stalk in her general direction, she tensed, her entire back stiffening, shoulders held tautly as her fingers grew pale around the hilt.

For a moment her heart pounded loudly in her ears, her breath caught, focus narrowed down on the person coming her way. When his gaze shifted over to something else, she realized that she wasn't completely visible. Some slight bend of tree that lay behind her shielded her from his sight, and she took a step back, embraced in the little darkness it lent her. She daren't so much as breathe as she eased back into the copse.

When he called out, Vicereine didn't flinch, expecting some sort of inadequate response from a man who expected life from the dead. Letting the silence fall, she took another step into what she realized was indeed, a circle of shadow. Whoever he was, he was focusing on something that wasn't her, his attention seeming to shift deeper into the expanse, and if it was her to whom he spoke then his senses so dulled he could not feel her sharp gaze upon him. That alone lessened the threat. If he could not find her, he would eventually leave. Unless he preferred the company of the mostly dead, she thought, knowing that at least four more men were still alive, if barely.

There was more movement; her gaze flicked to the side, heard the sound of metal against metal, a swift shing of a blade being drawn. Nose twitching, she took one extra step back, eyes moving again, quickly quickly. She wanted to watch everything at once, and finding that she could not control events any more than she could have stopped the pyre made her nervous.

Struggling to remain calm, she latched onto the Jeep farther away, saw movement there as well. Another person. Narrowing her eyes she wondered who sat so pristinely within the leather cupped seating of the vehicle before a slight movement had her turning her attention back toward the man in question. Whatever answer he sought, he would not find it easily.

Her breath eased out quietly, her grip on the hilt of her dagger tightened but she knew the reality of killing him off. Her skill was minimal at best. Against a man who moved so cautiously as to provoke the image of a stalking predator, she would be idiotic to even dream of trying.


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Mar 13 2008, 09:17 PM (Post #27)
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OOC: I'll be posting soon, but it seems there is confusion, at least on Rot's part. The way it turned out, Odd is the one int he trunk of my character's jeep, Danielle is in the jeep, Shadowflare the demon is close behind. They way things went, this area of devastation that you've encountered is in fact my character's camp; my men were attacked and are now dead, I do not know by what. There are a few possibilities: The "bandits" Danielle encountered were my men, or, these men killed my men and were killed by Danielle; the corpses your character has been interacting with are those of the men at the camp, you've been there the whole time it seems. If anyone has any conflicting views, I'm open to discussion. Sorry to lay it out so plainly like this; it goes counter somewhat to the spirit of an RP.
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Mar 14 2008, 01:02 AM (Post #28)
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(OOC: meh, whatever man, im just trying to work with it. i wont consider god-modding or for that matter, even saying something for someone else, and i expect no one to even try to say something "for" shadowflare in return btw. just keep this going.)

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7-19-2011
11:51 AM

Hello?

As Roger approached the figure, he could see a number of bodies laying dead in his peripheral vision. He spotted a few crudely dressed and armed men all together to the side, "Those aren't my men..." thought Roger. He didn't know what had happened; had it been a battle between his men and these, and they killed each other? Had the crudely dressed men taken his men by surprise? No, they certainly didn't have the weapons and it appeared not the smarts. "They must be looters," he thought, "Something else killed my men... but never have the Takers been so directly aggressive against us..."

The figure said nothing. As Roger approached and entered the shadow, all the while a millisecond away from drawing his weapon, he could make out the figure's face and body clearly for the first time. It was a girl, a young girl, an emaciated girl. She was seriously malnourished; perhaps she was a vagabond escaping from a raided village, or an Other...

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" He saw her hand on her dagger. "And put that down."

"Now."
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Mar 14 2008, 02:21 AM (Post #30)
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Shadowflare leapt to a closer tree. he made out a figure that appear thin and feminine. it had a weapon, a small dagger.

"She doesn't smell normal" shadowflare said, sniffing the air. "She can't be a human"

There was a ruffling in the tree below him, someone had seen Shadowflare and was pointing a gun at him.

"f*ck this!" shadowflare yelled as he fell downward, slashing trough every branch as he went.

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