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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2020 10:00:48 GMT -5
Chlortles the Gggggggggeeeeennnnnggggggaaaaaaarrrr
(Unfortunately, for you Emppy Chlortles has a Jovial nature)
Chlortles looks at Josh and kinda of just shrugs his shoulders.
"(Wouldn't bother me one bit),". "(Wouldn't be the first time someone tried to shot at me),". "(Besides that was so much fun),". "(You need to learn to relax a bit and chill),". "(No harm no foul as they say right)," Chlortles says to Josh. Chlortles has a huge Grin ( :3 ) on his face while addressing Josh.
Chlortles begins to celebrate the only way he knows. Chlorltes floats into the air and begins to spin in a circle.
"(La li lo,),". "(La li lo),". "(The dragon of Chlortles rises)," Chlortles sings aloud while spinning in the air.
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Post by Digi on Apr 25, 2020 10:18:09 GMT -5
Jasper nods slightly. "I-I know about b-breathing techniques... I-I-I'm just n-nervous about t-talking in in f-f-front of all these p-people... a-about my p-powers..." His expression is one of worry, but acceptance that it's unavoidable.
"S-sorry f-f-for w-worrying y-you..." He's less shakey than before, though you can still tell that he's anxious.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2020 2:03:46 GMT -5
Bowser
Bowser grows annoyed with waiting for his turned. The guy with the freaky looking minions is finally off the stage. Before anyone else can take the stage Bowser speaks up.
"Gwaaaaaaa,". "You losers want to see a presentation,". "I will show you chumps what a real presentation looks like,". "Step aside fools,". "Because once I am done non you losers will need to go,". "Now stand back and be amazed,". "At the greatest presentation you will ever see in your life," Bowser proclaims. Bowser then gives a loud roar and rumbles towards the stage.
Kamek follows behind at a distance almost like he has no other choice.
"Shouldn't we do something to raine him in?" Starlow asks Sophie.
"Nah if we know Bowser there's one thing he likes doing,". "That's putting on a show,". "Besides we got Mario here if anything goes wrong," Sophie says to Starlow.
"Hey Kamek you know what to do right?" Bowsers asks.
"Yeah I know,". "I know,". "Just hope their are some minions still left," Kamek bemoans.
"What was that?" Bowers asks.
"Oh nothing your excellency," Kamek replies.
Kamek raised his magic wand (he always keeps a spare with him) and proceeds to summon some of Bowser's minions. The first one to appear was a Koopa holding a Guitar it seemed to be confused as to why it was here. The second minion was a dry bones and it had a keyboard in front of him. The third minion was a boo buddy and it was holding a triangle.
"Your terrible ness did you need my assistance for this?" Kamek asked.
"I don't see why I should go on join them,". "I have your wand and I can summon my own minions if I need to,". "Now now go ahead and start," Bowser says to Kamek.
Kamek sighs and he pulls out a trumpet taking his place next to the rest of the minions.
"What's going on here?" the Koopa asked.
"We weren't (rattle rattle) partying or (rattle rattle) anything?" the dry bones replies.
"Yeah Master Bowser Jr. was sorta of behaving,". "It's not like him and the Koopalings threw a big party,". "Since all the adults were gone," the Boo tells Kamek.
"Just don't hear your Grumpiness here you,". "Oh and make sure you hide those party hats before he see's you,". "I can only imagine what would happen if Bowser saw them," Kamek says to the minions.
The minions all nod and hide all the evidence of the party they were at.
"What gives are you losers ready or not?" Bowser asks.
"Yeah we are ready," Kamek says to Bowser.
"Now then it's Showtime," Bowser roars with authority.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2020 2:37:17 GMT -5
Bowser
Bowser's theme begins to fill the hall as Bowser finally gets started with his presentation.
"Be prepare you chumps,". "Because after this little show,". "It should be clear who's in charge of this group,". "Now then sit back and prepared to be amazed," Bowser says to all the outlanders.
Lana is standing next to Morgan and is curious as to what Bowser can do. Mario and Sophie just face palm and sigh. They are use to Bowser being showy and flashy with everything.
"Now then let me summon a couple of my own personal training dummies," Bowser announced. Bowser takes out the wand and waves it around. Bowser ends up summoning a handful of Goombas into the area.
The Goombas look confused as to why they are here until seeing Bowser.
"Sir Goomba squad ready for orders,". "So how should we take out Mario,". "The usual run right into his foot,". "Or should we," the Goomba squad is cut off by Bowser.
"No no there is no need to worry about that loser Mario,". "He's working for me now until I get back home,". "Today I just need some test dummies,". "Nobody better at being punching bags then you guys," Bowser tells the Goomba squad.
"Sir we are honored you say that to us,". "Okay guys time to show lord Bowser,". "Just how great of a test dummies we can be," the Goomba squad says.
Bowser proceeds to demonstrate his strength by punching one of the Goombas to the roof. Bowser then grabs another Goomba and somersaults in the air before landing on it. Bowser then hides into his shell and begins to spin rapidly while bowling into a bunch of Goombas. Bowser then leaps high into the air and then ground pounds a bunch of Goombas.
As Bowser is demonstrating some of his moves on the Goombas. They are disappearing into a poof of smoke as they are being "defeated". The Goombas don't seem to be showing any sign of pain or anything. They are taking each and everyone of his attacks as a badge of honor almost. The last Goomba stands their with a stoic look. Bowser crouches down and prepares himself. Bowser then performs a drop kick on the last Goomba who goes flying off into the distance.
"Impressed yet chumps,". "Now now Uncle Bowser still has more to show,". "Now then if those soldiers can bring me some of those dummies," Bowser says to the soldiers.
The soldiers quickly bring the loud mouth turtle thing a couple of actual test dummies. Bowser lumbers his way towards the test dummies. Bowser waits for the solider to leave before proceeding to the next part.
"Now then feast your eyes on this," Bowser says. He proceeds to grab one the test dummies and then bites into it. Bowser then grabs another test dummy and throws it into his spikes while spinning rapidly inside his shell.
"Impressed yet,". "Well then time for the main course,". "I just gave you losers the appetizers,". "Prepare to be knocked off your feet or whatever you have," Bowser roars.
Bowser rears back at one of the test dummies. Bowser takes a deep breath and prepares to breath a blazing fire right into the dummy. Bowser is able to maintain a steady stream of flames on the dummy. The test dummy is eventually reduced to ash by Bowser's flames. Bowser then stomps on the ashes of the test dummy before laughing in triumph.
"Gwa ha ha ha any questions chumps?". "I know I know your impressed beyond words,". "Don't worry there is still more to the show," Bowser triumphantly tells everyone.
"Now now if any of you chumps have any questions feel free to ask,". "I know it may be hard,". "But please at least try to," Bowser says to the audience.
Kamek and the rest of the minions stop playing their instruments. They seem to be taking a breather from playing the instruments. Also to catch their breath while anyone asks Bowser any questions.
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Post by empireoffire on Apr 28, 2020 23:04:39 GMT -5
Ephesus
"The... Green Dragon?" Meridia echoed.
The first order of business was for Meridia to sit down (with her hands handcuffed in front of her and her ankles tied to the chair legs) with the easily-charmed rockstar over a table for butter, toast, and tea. At least, she had tea. The rockstar was content with a bottle of beer. Meridia wondered if he was a regular drinker this relatively early in the day, or if he was playing up the "sex, drugs, and rock-and-roll" image. She thought to ask, but first she had about a few dozen other questions that she would rather ask. She started with some history, which lead to what The Galahad was explaining now.
"You have dragons in your world?" The Galahad asked.
Meridia flashed to memories of a particularly unpleasant Hydreigon.
"...More than a handful," she responded.
"Good. Didn't know how to start explaining what a dragon looks like." The Galahad took a swig from his half-empty bottle. "Long story short, the Green Dragon descended upon the chaotic land of Oz, brought order and purified the land we call Ephesus -- that is, the ground you've been striding on -- gave it's people wonder, intelligence, the use of True Divine Magik, a great defensive wall, and awesome taste in music."
Meridia nodded. Aside from the part about magik, that was easy enough to follow. Not too different from the religion in her world. "Aaaannnd... what are you, exactly?"
"Ahh," The Galahad replied. "So what's troubling you is the nature of my game?"
"Well, you seem to have some kind of rank," Meridia said. "And you mentioned that your emperor was why you were given your... kind and understanding bodyguards."
"Well, before the Green Dragon returned from Armageddon to the skies, he left behind four aspects of it's power. I'm the Blue Serpent -- 'cuse me if I didn't make it obvious, blue's not 100% my color." The Galahad ran his hand over his yellow-and-silver hair. Electric sparks danced for a brief second atop his head. "More like a generous 35% in uniform. Anyway, I'm tasked with heralding the faith and word of the Green Dragon, along with the usual work, charity, and smaller such things I do to help the community. I'm also officially a general in the army, though I can't get no satisfaction from fighting. Not my style."
"What do you fight?" Meridia asked. "Wild monsters?"
"The Green Dragon tasked us to bring the dominion of True magicks against the heretics of chaos outside the walls and their Wild Magick."
"H-Heretics?" Meridia said, frowning.
"Civilization behind the walls," The Galahad said.
"So... You just go out there killing whoever you see?"
"To rid the world of chaos and prepare it for the Green Dragon's return, whenever that may be," The Galahad said.
Meridia stayed silent for a moment, telling herself not to pry further, yet she couldn't help but speak anyway. "And you guys have never... questioned the morality of that killing?"
The Galahad looked side-to-side, turned to look behind him, raised his bottle of beer to chug the remaining half, then sat the bottle down, looked around again, and leaned forward, gesturing for Meridia to do the same.
"I'm gonna try honestly here, and bullets will hit the bone if I speak too loud, but I question the faith on that one. The people behind the walls were the same as us before the Green Dragon, so couldn't they also find sanctuary if we brought the faith over to them? I spread the faith in these lands all the time -- it's kind of my assigned reason for existence -- but what if I played my soul to those outside the walls? It's worth a try, right?" The Galahad sighed. "But the Holy Emperor's the Dragon's physical avatar, and what he says goes. And he wouldn't reaction the best to what I'm saying." He leaned back on his seat, grabbed an unopened beer bottle from the table, and flipped the cap to it open with a bottle opener hanging from his belt. "Keep it between us."
Meridia stared at The Galahad. He seemed to be sincere about it, although it seems to tear him up.
They take their faith seriously around here... I don't know what the rest of this world is like so I can't say I'm qualified to judge, but are they just hurting themselves from it?"
"So how 'bout you?" The Galahad finally said. "What's your story, 2,000 lightyears from what I call home?"
Meridia chuckled. "It's... a long one. How much time do you have?"
The Galahad shrugged. "I got a telegram from my concert agent that our meeting was canceled 'cause his son Jeremy spoke in class today. I got time."
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Post by empireoffire on Apr 29, 2020 9:13:12 GMT -5
Training Grounds
John Doe grumbled as the other Gengar danced a jigg. If only I had a Pokeball to keep it in check. Or at the very least, a leash."
Meanwhile, Grant continued with the other nervous guy. "Well, don't worry about it so much," Grant said. "We're all comrades in the same situation here, right?" He held out a hand. "I'm Grant, by the way."
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Post by Digi on Apr 29, 2020 20:38:52 GMT -5
Jasper looks at his hand for a moment then extends his own to meet it. "I-I guess... I'm Jasper..."
He looks at the center area, where people have been presenting. He looks nervous, but his breathing seems mostly under control. He thrn has an idea.
"O-oh y-yeah... I have some of t-those cards that were mentioned..." He digs in his pocket and pulls them out. "I-If I u-u-use them then I don't h-have to go on stage a-alone..."
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Post by empireoffire on May 26, 2020 16:05:51 GMT -5
Training Grounds
Irving decided to be the one to take the next presentation once Bowser eventually stepped down.
"I'm Irving Jailus," he said. "Just Irving is fine. I'm just a broke mercenary, nothing else to it."
He held up his gun for the others to see. It rattled a little as he did, and it probably wasn't supposed to do that. "This is a 'ryfel'. It's supposed to be a one-o'-a-kind weapon in my world, but..." He glanced over at one of the soldiers holding a similar weapon, but shinier and sleeker. "That doesn't seem the case in this world." He brought his weapon back down. "In my world, there are seven circles of magick." He reached into his pocket and held up seven individually colored chips. "By putting these slots into the ryfel, it can copy parts of these magicks. The ryfel can shoot out these small magical cylinders, but these slots can transform these cylinders into shootin' different things.."
First, he inserted the white chip into his weapon. "This slot is for seventh-circle pure magic." He took aim with the ryfel, holding his target dummy slightly to the left of where his sights suggested. He fired off a pair of projectiles onto the dummy's torso, leaving small holes in the metal plating from the impact. "This slot don't overheat, so I can use it so long as I have cylinders."
He ejected the slot and replaced it with a red one. "This one is Type-6 element magic, and shoots fire." Irving walked closer to the dummy to get into range, and shot a burst of fire at the dummy. One of its wooden sides caught on fire. "This slot overheats after I shoot it sixteen times. Normally takes a couple hours before it goes back t' normal."
Next, he inserted a green slot. "Type-5: shape magic." He pulled the trigger. Upon impact, the cylinder that shot out burst into a cloud of blue smoke. "This one closes wounds. Stings like hell, though. Don't do nothing to non-livin' stuff, either," he said as the dummy remained untouched by the mist. Four shots before overheating."
An orange slot. "Type-4: Illusion." He shot his training dummy again. This cylinder also burst into a cloud of smoke, this time orange. It also detonated in a larger radius than its medical counterpart. "This gas makes people think weird. Folks can still function for the most part, but if you want to use magic after breathin' this stuff? It usually won't let them... Or at the very least, not the way they want it to. I can only shoot this one twice."
A Blue slot. "Type-3: Die-men-show-nale. This one shoots out a slow blue orb thing. If it catches someone, it grows and traps them in a sphere that slows them down. This one overheats after just one shot, so I'm not gonna bother."
Irving paused as he presented the black slot. "This one is deadly. Type-2: Death magick." Irving stepped a bit closer to the dummy again, then fired off a somewhat slow dark orb projectile that arc in the air before it finally hit the abused target dummy. The darkness quickly enveloped the dummy, and within an instant, the organic wooden parts to it turned to ash, leaving the metal armor it wore to fall unceremoniously to the ground. "This one destroys any living thing it touches, including wood. This one recharges quickly, but I need to wait a bit after every shot."
Irving insert the final slot. A yellow one. "Finally, light magic." He held down the trigger, as he needed to charge a bit before firing. Instead of creating a projectile like the rest, this one created a large, rectangular barrier of light in front of him. "This isn't for attacks. Instead, this reflects magic coming from that direction." Irving pointed to the opposite side of the barrier. He then ejected the chip currently in his weapon to revert back to the white Type-7 slot. "But if something comes from the side I'm at..." He shot at the barrier, aiming toward the ground. It passed right through it unimpeded. Dirt shot up from the point of impact of his cylinders. "It does nothing. Good for cover. Three times before it overheats."
Irving ejected the slot and put them away as he lowered his weapon. "Finally, I gotta warn you all. If I get injured in a fight too much, I get... berserk. Stronger, faster, a bit dumber, but with a love of bloodshed. I could stab myself to demonstrate for ya'll, but I lost a lotta blood yesterday, so I won't.
Any questions?"
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Post by empireoffire on May 31, 2020 17:50:16 GMT -5
Training Grounds
Alvis was the one to speak. "I have a question. How many of those bullets do you currently possess?"
"Bulettes?" Irving asked.
"...Those 'cylinders' of yours," Alvis replied. "Do you have enough to last you your entire stay in this world? Or at the very least, do you have the means to produce more?"
Irving paused. He then felt around his belongings a bit. Back home, he had intended to look for one of his blacksmith friend's shops to resupply and patch up his ryfel. Oz had forced a change of plans.
"...Shit," Irving muttered.
I shouldn't've wasted so damn much of these just now.
"...Very well," Alvis said, "Then I suggest you pay a visit to one of our blacksmiths. Should you provide a few samples of your cylinders, I am sure they may be able to find a functionally equivalent recreation of them to help you replenish your supply. And perhaps help you care for that weapon while they're at it."
"Hmm. All right," Irving said. "I'll take what I can get."
Irving stepped back to the audience.
Maybe I can get to try out the ryfels in this world, while I'm at it.
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Post by empireoffire on Jun 2, 2020 1:28:51 GMT -5
Location: Somewhere in Eastern Oz
Hugh cracked his neck as he looked off into the distance. "Alright. Let's play everything back. So about... forty-ish minutes ago, Emma and I were teleported into some unfamiliar locale. Nothing on our backs besides the armor we were wearing, the weapons we had on hand, Mimi, and a few other Pokemon Emma recognized out of the barracks. Our only lead was a weirdo who told us he summoned us to this 'Oz' place to do his master's bidding. Then Kyurem -- who also came with us somehow -- executed him before he could demand answers. Then he screwed off to Arceus-knows-where to turn this place into his personal playground. Now all we have is whatever's left in his homeless wizard's cave. There's navigation equipment and enough supplies for a few days. Was hoping for a journal or diary of some kind, but no dice. There was a map-looking parchment, but if it is a map, it's only the immediate surrounding area. Mostly a few symbols we don't know the meaning of, and a generous amount of red 'X' marks around the same general location Kyurem went off to. If half the tales are true, he can take care of himself, so we'll worry about him later. I climbed the cliff with some binoculars, but they weren't needed because there was no way you can miss it: a bigass tree, out in the distance. Seemed to be dispensing or being covered by glowing green mist. Easily the most distinguishable landmark from up here. Surrounding's a bit hilly, but we don't see any towns or anything. Emma insists she sees roads, but I think she's seeing things.
Anyway, we're packing supplies and heading for the tree. We have plenty of water, and with luck we can find some edible game to draw out the food supply. Will we hit the tree first, or civilization? This place looks kinda barren, but there has to be more people around than this looney, right?"
"Hugh, why are you expositing to yourself?"
"It helps me think and process what's going on." Hugh turned to face his partner. "You done packing?"
"As much as I can fit in these bags," Emma said, holding up a giant bulge of burlap. "Which is most of it." The armor the two of them wore augmented each of their strength, so they could plenty with them even without factoring the other Pokemon they have into the equation. Hugh didn't dare consider how much trouble they'd be in without their armor. "Mimi's back there checking every corner for anything we might've missed before we set out."
"We'll set out in five minutes," Hugh said. "Hopefully the sun here works the same way as back home, making it early morning. I want to get the most out of the daylight we have."
Emma's gaze dropped. "Yeah... Hopefully."
"Worried?" Hugh asked.
"Obviously!" Emma snapped back. "We're apparently in some other planet or whatever with no intel, no dad, no clue, and with no idea what to expect! I'm surprised neither of us have gotten panic attacks at this rate. Don't try to act like you're not scared yourself; there's no army morale to worry about because we have no army anymore!"
Hugh walked over and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I know. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't on edge myself, but having a panic attack helps nobody. We should focus and try to work towards something, even if it's just going to the biggest thing we can see. I'm not particularly keen on rolling over and wasting away, and I doubt you are either."
Emma took a deep breath and nodded. "All right... Yeah, you're right. Just got a little... overwhelmed, is all."
Hugh smirked. "You killed Jay and lived. You'll be fine."
Hugh patted her shoulder as he went back into the cave, leaving Emma standing there rubbing her shoulder. "...At least with that Nova admin, I had an idea of what I was getting into..." Emma looked off into the vast, uncertain distance and sighed. "Well, nothing to do but soldier on and kick whatever ass we have to, I guess."
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Post by Malefio on Jun 8, 2020 5:44:38 GMT -5
“Idunno, like I said I didn’t see much before... Oh hey, we’re here!” Before long a walled-in town came into view. A bit more walking brought the pair up to the gate, where a guard stood with a spear at the ready. “Halt! Who goes there?” “Hi there!,” Aria replied without so much as acknowledging the guard’s tense behavior. “I’m Aria, and this is... uh...” Admin looked at the guard, scratched his hair, replaced his hat voluntarily awkwardly as if to emphasize his current form was a child. He also adjusted his pants and tied his boots. He approached the guard and tried to think a falsely confident pose on purpose. "Hello there, my name is... Knil! I am a foreigner whom got lost in the plains where my two traveling companions were hurt because... we fell... off a cliff. Our caravan was destroyed and my savior, Aria, managed to only bring me back to consciousness..." Admin grabs the empty bottle and gets Jolteon out of it. He then points at Malefio, whom clothes currently hide his body. "My pet here needs simple healing practices, but my other friend has special needs... We'd require potions or magic to get him back on foot... As for me... Let me think... I only need to drink milk! That simple! That's right! My body transforms calcium into hear... I mean calcium regenerates my body. We would like to meet someone who'd heal us even if I currently have no currency on me... I could offer my service for a quest though... If you may..." The Guard blinks, obviously not understanding most of what was said, except that people needed help to heal. "Well... Most of what's in town that would offer help are commercial establishment, so I don't think we have what you're looking for... There is an old lady just a few minutes from town though. We count her as a villager even though she's not inside our walls. She's known to help strangers... I can escort you there if you require it." "Well, thank you! That'd be a pleasure!" The Guard starts walking towards northeast of town, while Admin puts Jolteon back in the bottle. He looks at Aria, still transporting Malefio. "Are you following us, miss Aria, or does our path separate here?" |
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Post by mrfuzz111 on Jun 10, 2020 18:04:58 GMT -5
“Well someone’s got to carry your weirdly fleshless friend, right? Besides, what kind of heartless monster nails on a poor, helpless kid before knowing they’re safe?”
Aria runs over to join the two of them going to meet the old lady and gives Admin a knowing wink, a gesture that the guard thankfully misses due to having his back turned.
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Post by Malefio on Jun 21, 2020 20:45:20 GMT -5
Admin laughed awkwardly at Aria's comment about Malefio, whom body was currently hidden by the robe, while the cabin of the old lady came in sight. The guard seemed confused, but didn't notice Aria's wink.
"Excuse me... What did she mean by "fleshless friend"?"
Admin tried to not show that he had to think about this one, attempting to answer as fast as possible.
"Oh... It's an expression. We call him fleshless, cause he's so lazy, he never stands up when he can sit..."
The guard seemed to shrug it off, probably by lack of interest to argue metaphors with an imaginative kid. He pointed at the cabin, then turned back towards the town.
"Just a few steps now, you'll be fine, I need to go back to my duties."
"Thank you, I really appreciate it."
The guard left the scene, as Admin walked to the door to knock on it. The barely noticeable sound of a rocking chair gradually stopped, followed by a person seemingly scrubbing their feet along the ground instead of walking. The boy in green tried to make himself look as confident as possible, by putting his hands along his hips, arching his elbows and raising his chin. Before the door opens, Admin also frees Jolteon from the bottle again.
The door open, revealing an old woman with half-broken glasses seemingly stuck in her hair. Beyond the door, many shelves full of various potions could easily be seen, as well as three bookshelves. The lady adjusted her glasses, trying to analyze the individuals whom were in front of her.
"Hello, we are adventurers, looking for someone who'd want to heal us for free... I am an outsider and I lost my money in the incident that put one of my travelling companion and my pet into an unconscious state. Miss Aria, over there, has managed to wake me up, but my robed friend would require a potion. My pet just needs normal care... Any medecinal treatment would work...
Of course, since I have no money, I can pay you with a favor!"
The lady contemplated the situation with a big smile in her face.
"My oh my! Such a young age to be travelling! Come in! Come in, you can sit down, I'll prepare a bed for your friend. You can put your... yellow... fox on the table, I'll take care of it as soon as I can!"
The lady went back inside, leaving the door open. Admin entered and sat on a chair, putting Jolteon on the aforementioned table. Whispering to himself, but probably loud enough if Aria was paying attention, the mysterious entity seemed to space out.
"Man... How do I explain that a skeleton guy is good and requires potions or magic to heal..."
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Post by mrfuzz111 on Aug 20, 2020 19:04:37 GMT -5
“I think I can help you with that...”, Aria whispered back before beginning to quietly hum, almost completely unnoticeable while the old lady’s back was turned. In response the air around the skeletal man began to ripple, slowly distorting as he began to look more and more human. Once all was said and done he looked almost completely normal save for one missed detail - the complete lack of a nose.
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