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Post by TimePuppy on Mar 13, 2017 21:17:41 GMT
The large private airport in Britain was bustling with life despite the chilly weather. The smell of burnt jet fuel mixed with various chemicals meant to hide said smell gave the large terminal a certain charm. The laughter of playing children and sounds of adults talking among themselves or on their phones probably meant that not many people cared about that charm. And nearby, the sounds of restless feet, murmurs and the clicking of cameras filled the air. The busy airport was surrounded by paparazzi hoping to catch a glimpse and a photo of the illusive Goodknight CEO who reserved the airport and three large planes. Unfortunately for them, the Cromwell family arrived here hours before anyone else. All their cameras could capture were buses bringing in employees of the company who accepted the invitation along with their families.
Two girls and a woman dressed in warm clothes stood alone in front of one of the planes, by far the smallest one but also the nicest looking one from both outside and inside. Loveline Cromwell hid her hands from the cold in the pockets her puffy red jacket. Her little sister, Hazel Cromwell, warmed up by hopping over and around small cracks in the ground. The woman standing patently was the CEO's secretary, Alma Baxter, tasked with keeping company to the girls and waiting with them for the special guests to arrive. Arthur was nowhere to be seen at the moment.
As the time for the plane's take-off approached, the special guests were expected to arrive. For those who lived far from the airport or those who didn't even occupy the same continent, their invitations came with an enchantment that would bring them to a large quiet room inside the terminal from where they would be instructed on how to reach the plane.
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Post by HungryHunter on Mar 14, 2017 1:59:26 GMT
Marceline looked out the window with one eye. She watched staff on the ground scramble to ready the plane for takeoff. Her own suitcase, as bright a pink and flowery as she could find, was loaded as she watched. At least baggage claim would be easy. She grumbled to herself and stretched in preparation for the flight. She was glad she wore her battle outfit. It was made to remain comfortable for long periods of time.Perfect for a plane ride. She pulled out her phone for a last check before she had to turn it off. She'd better check her workout schedule to see if she could keep it up today.
Across the aisle, Cosmina held a thick graphic novel up to her face. Glasses were amazing! Finally she could actually read things! She was more dressed for warm weather than Marceline, clad in mint green shorts and a t shirt with the same color emanating from the spirit gun Yusuke Urameshi was charging on the front. Covering her horns was a white fishing hat, floppy rim not bothering her as it fell over her rhinestoned glasses. She fiercely battled her sister for elbow space on the armrest even as she read. Kate didn't need it like she did!
One of the workers spilling off the bus boarded the plane. Her strange rubbery outfit squeaked just a little as she stretched to place her small suitcase overhead. She didn't dare let it out of her sight. It was all she had brought, not much less than all she had. She sighed and sat down, wishing to do anything other than sitting still for another few hours. Every moment she was stuck in a confined space with everybody else, she worried more she would turn. Dammit, why couldn't she have gotten the job offer sooner?
She shuddered at the images that flooded her skull of clawing out the throat of those right besides her first before she tore out of her seatbelt and worked her way down the aisle. The thoughts didn't leave even as she pulled the potion to remedy this issue from her chest pocket. It was called Wolfsbane, of course. The people who made it must have thought they were clever. Or just that whoever bought it wouldn't mind the name, just the effects. It wasn't like they'd have a choice.
"For the lycan on the go!" declared the packaging, showing a little wolf in a nightcap. It was cute. Whoever made the package art had never seen a transformed lycan. She tore it from the packaging, popped the cork, and swigged it down in a single gulp. Instantly she could feel her supernatural senses dulling down to the pitiful level an ordinary human was stuck at. It was a nice side effect in a stuffy cabin. For the next three hours, she would effectively be human. She wished she could afford this stuff all the time. She stifled a yawn as a wave of drowsiness consumed her. Oof. Maybe not with these side effects.
30 minutes ago.
"YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! I'LL RIP YOUR WINGS OFF TO REPLACE THE ONE YOU RUINED!" Ron roared, lunging at the being who had grounded him. He jumped to the side and loosed another arrow as Ron passed by, piercing his other right wing and the engine that fueled his flight. Ron shrieked in pain, but firing off his remaining engines, whirled into a spinning kick too swiftly for the archer to react. Ron's armored foot found his androgynous face and smashed him flat, taking many stalks of wheat with him. Before he could rise, Ron's foot found his face again and there was a burst of golden blood as a delicate nose was smashed flat.
"THAT ALL YOU FUCKING GOT!? THE LAST ARIES WOULD EAT YOU ALIVE!" Ron launched another kick that snapped ribs in the archer's body before spinning to run. He dropped just as flat when his ankle was grabbed. Aries was pushed to his feet as four massive wings spread from his back, pushing him up from the dirt. Ron thrashed like a fish on a hook as metallic feathers as long as his arm drug him into the sky in a gleaming display. His foot landed in his foe's crotch to no effect and he was rewarded with a chop to his own. He let loose a gurgling scream. Crap, he could fight without his bow too!
"You've caused enough trouble today you little toad. I'm sure they won't mind if you're not totally intact when I bring you back, hm?" A beautiful face was twisted with anger when his hand smashed into Ron's second to last engine and the wing blade went spiraling off to impale itself in the field far below. Ron screamed, but quickly his noises of pain became laughter as the angel tore out gears and wires. Aries cocked his head. "Oh, what have you-" He screamed when his hand suddenly felt like it was on fire. He hadn't cut it so badly tearing through this experiment's armor, had he? He looked at it and saw the truth was much worse.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONNNNNNNNNE!?" He screamed, dropping Ron. His hand was wearing away like a time laspe of decay, brown skin vanishing in place of golden musculature and silver bones that became swiftly more prominent. Far below, Ron was too busy getting out of earshot to respond. His nanobots could only last five minutes out of his body. A ruined hand wouldn't stop somebody picked to be an Aries from the hunt. He needed a ticket out of England and he needed it now. An airplane roared overhead as he ducked through a grove. Yeah, that would do. He snapped the arrows off and lets his nanobots take care of the rest when his white armor returned to his insides.
Getting through security was easy. The crowds at an airport were huge. His power over them was proportionately large. He just had to reach out and influence patterns. Inattentiveness. Not asking questions. Passively guards let him pass through with glassy eyes, acting like he was part of one family or another and didn't need to be checked for whatever reason. Getting on a plane was even easier.
Establish the same patterns in the oversized groups and you blend into the crowd. Just another face. The individual in the hivemind. He made a pattern of trying to find people for flights with canceled flyers. It worked for him, although a lot of travelers were going to be very confused when they got approached for a completely different flight than the one they bought a ticket for. It wasn't his problem. He ended up on some fancy flight to France. Not as far as it could be, but far enough that that asshole angel would take another week to track him down.
Ron moved onto the plane with a slump and a scowl. He just shuffled to an open seat, having no carry on to speak of. His stomach screamed for food to heal his wounds. He wondered just how much he could get on this flight. Was it even mundane or hidden world? He hadn't even stopped to check in his desire to get off this damn island. He guessed it didn't matter when it came to food. He scowled and looked out the window. How he wished he could just fly like usual, but that wasn't happening on one wing.
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Post by RedLenai on Mar 15, 2017 4:06:17 GMT
In a little apartment in London, a white owl was observing its owner, with certain curiosity at the man who moved from side to side putting stuff in his briefcase. Vladimir Kearney, (Ex) Paladin of the Driaochta Kingdom, was nervous, well, it wasn’t something new. Thankfully, humans (and probably people of the hidden world) were so creative about the existence of artifacts that “were bigger in the inside”. The man entered in his briefcase, it had a room inside, more like an office, despite of the wardrobe and the bed. He knew that he was going to a hotel in France but it was safer to keep the briefcase right by his side. He put some clothes inside the wooden wardrobe as he glanced towards the library behind the desk… only one book, a really big one, and by its side was a tiny blanket, a stuffed bunny and a golden bracelet. His expression saddened for a moment. But then he glanced towards the board hanging in the wall, filled with papers, photos, annotations and plenty of stuff. He felt how his own saliva was burning in his throat. Coming again to the main apartment, the paladin noticed that his pet friend was firmly looking at him. He let his fingers go between the soft feathers as the bird snuggled in his touch. You want to come with me, Maitheas? – The man spoke softly as the bird hooted in response He let the bird enter his briefcase; after all, Maitheas was really clean. Once everything was ready, he teleported.
The airport was very… active, by how people were excited about the Cromwell family. Vladimir really needed to apologize; he didn’t know anything about them! He felt how his pet moved a bit in the inside of the “normal briefcase” as he hugged it near to his chest, whispering to his friend to be quiet. He knew that probably there were people from the hidden world too, but better having a low profile. Some weeks ago, one of his friends entered the library speaking about a contests and he was convinced to give it a try… He didn’t believe that he won a ticket. He stopped near the plane, before he had to turn off his phone. He opened the camera and took a picture, it was the first time he did a “selfie” but his friends were really pushy about that. He barely knew how to use his cell phone… and less something like Facebook! Even if he had the application, he only submitted stuff like photos of his owl, books, but he really didn't liked his photo being taken. He submitted the image anyway with some text on it.  Then, he felt that maybe it wasn’t a great idea, probably selfies was something that teenagers could do, probably he was really old for doing that… or maybe he should invited someone as well. He opened the fb application again to delete the picture but it when he saw it a lot of friends greeted him and liked his photo. How silly! He also felt how his cheeks turned red for a moment! Once he saw the comments and replied to them he turned off his phone, once inside of the plane he sighed a bit tired, so much energy in the airport really made him nervous, probably it was better to take a nap. |
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Post by Obscuris on Mar 15, 2017 21:09:16 GMT
Angelo opened his eyes only to see darkness. He was covered in cold sweat, but his expression remained emotionless. The nightmares were turning more frequent and ever intense. Faces covered in blood, terrified screams and lifeless eyes were just a small glimpse of the dantesque images that parade through his mind on the few and tormented hours of sleep he could manage to get every night. He could not, and would not, complain in anyway about it. He knew it was for the best, it was the only ways those corrupted souls could manage to reach paradise. His suffering was necessary… and it was his cross to bear.
The priest gaze drifted to the clock on the wall and his eyes squinted as he tried to make out the position of its hands through the painfully dim light of the room. 4:45 AM. Without a yawn or sigh escaping from his lips, Angelo stood up and started his daily routine with the stoicism born from hours of studying, praying and training. His every move was slow and absent, lifeless. He relieved himself on the toilet, used an hour to exercise his stiffened body, took a shower and thoroughly scrubbed himself. The piercing stench of blood from his last assignment refused to leave his body or his nostrils.
As the minutes passed, the pale and cold rays of Rome´s sun made their ways through the semi closed shutters of Angelo´s home, revealing the austerity of that room in the Vatican. Plain white walls, yellowed by time, without any decorations besides the clock and a small wooden crucifix directly across of it. Only one room, besides the bathroom, to eat and sleep. There were no electronic devices or any of the vulgar methods to kill the long hours Angelo passed on that room, only a black and worn out bible over the table.
Angelo was quietly eating a frugal breakfast of oats, when a hard knock on the door broke the empty silence of the room. The Scythe of God moved sluggishly as he left the bowl over the table and dragged his feet towards the door. Behind it, stood a familiar and inconsequential priest. “Good morning, brother, may the grace of God be with you” he said as he offered a bible to Angelo. “Someone told me you were missing a copy of our Holy Book and I couldn´t let that be”
Angelo´s long fingers grasped the edge of the book but the other priest didn´t let it go and reached closed towards him “You should read Leviticus 19:28, it´s incredibly inspiring” and with those words, the priest let the bible go and disappeared down the hallway as Angelo closed the door and headed to the bed.
A black bookmark signaled the specific page of the Leviticus the man had referenced. Angelo didn´t open the book immediately and took a moment to stare at the ebony fabric. It had been a while since he was assigned a task of such nature. His fingers delicately opened the book on the referenced page and his eyes drifted through the thin paper, looking for the verse. There, where the words condemning the injury of one own body should be, the briefing of his mission had carefully replaced it. And after the last page, the back end had been hollowed to contain an airplane ticket to Britain and another ticket, much more difficult to get, that worked as an invitation to certain event.
After reading each word with the outmost attention, Angelo brought the book to the empty wall beneath the crucifix and put his hand over the decolored paint. A section of the wall slide sideways and revealed a hidden bookshelf filled with uncountable bibles, each one with different bookmarks, and found a place for the latest one. He didn´t waste any more time, he had a job to do.
A few hours later, a commercial plane coming from Rome landed on the airport. Angelo entered the terminal, flanked by two men wearing black suits, dressed in a simple black cassock, with a deep red interior and his clerical collar clearly visible around his neck. A silver cross jumped on his chest, following the rhythm of his slow and dragging pace. He carried no luggage, but the priest walked with the sunken should of a man carrying the weight of the entire world over his shoulders.
Nobody stopped him, not even when the metal detectors biped as he walked beneath it. When one of the security guards went to confront him, one of the men coming with him whispered something to the guard. The guard nodded and allowed Angelo to keep moving forward. The same happened once it was time to board the other plane and, soon enough, Angelo was sitting on an empty chair. His silver eyes stared blankly through the greasy locks of dark hair that fell over his face as he sat there, waiting.
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Post by Vapovile on Mar 29, 2017 2:28:22 GMT
Stepping onto the plane, Haruko leads the way through the aircraft and sits down on the window seat opposite from the row Marceline was on. She wore an elegant white t-shirt with shiny golden lace sewed in on half the shirt in a pattern similar to a tree branch. On her lower half, Haruko wore a simple pair of black shorts that held a few of her seamstress supplies should they become necessary when she wasn't wearing her jacket. Kate followed her mother into the seat next to her, with Cosmina taking the aisle seat closest to Marceline. Kate wore a simple orange t-shirt with dark blue jeans, a large pair of black noise cancelling headphones resting on her head. She was currently watching on her phone an animated show with what appeared to be a team playing futball...but the moves were clearly superhuman and players were moving around on what appeared to be different colored beams of light. While she watched, Kate battled her sister for elbow room and was winning the battle.
"You're not going to win!" Kate whispered to Cosmina, glaring in her direction for a second before looking back at her phone. Haruko minded her own business by looking at her own phone and reading the various emails she had received while they were waiting in the lobby. "Send your kids to Gateway: Academy of Summoning...learn magic spells...nah." Haruko mused to herself mentally, knowing that neither Kate or Cosmina would want to leave their current schools. What would they even do with a strange monster they could summon at will besides fight people? Doesn't seem practical, Haruko thought as she scrolled on through her email more.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Apr 2, 2017 6:10:59 GMT
Outside the airport terminal a woman dressed in a white winter jacket with galaxy print leggings and a pair of black snow boots is speaking with an elderly homeless person as she listens to the man's life story, Most people walk pass them with no interest in helping the poor fellow out, rather they just stare with faces that either express their indifference for the man's misfortune in life, or distaste that old veteran set up his begging stand here. As if his presence is somehow ruining their traveling experience. Yet that didn't last for long as the woman talking to man offered to help him collect donations to help him get back on his feet. Before long she manage to engage enough people to raise a few hundred dollars for the man. She planned to stay with the man a bit longer, but one individual they encounter actually stop to talk for a while. Eventually, he decided to offer the man a job working at his retail store. A few more exchanges of words later and the woman soon says her goodbyes to the soon to be employed veteran. As she walks through the sliding doors she examines her watch and smiles as she has just enough time to board her flight.
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Post by TimePuppy on Apr 2, 2017 17:26:45 GMT
The special guests arrived quickly and boarded the plane. The inside of the plane was nicely furnished and maintained. Despite what the smaller exterior might have hinted at, the interior felt really spacious. That might have been helped by the fact that there were fewer seats then in a normal plane. After Leora arrived and took her seat, the Cromwell sisters and the secretary finally boarded the plane, too.
Loveline ran to the back of the plane. "Hi, girls! It's been a while, ha?" Noticing the silent duel between Cosmina and Kate she said, "You guys realize you can just split up your seats, right?" She leaned over and pushed a button between their seats. The two seats moved away from each other, the armrest between them splitting horizontally so they would both have somewhere to rest their arm. "Anyway, Cosmina, I didn't know you had glasses!" For now she ignored Ron, the stranger who took the seat in the very back.
Alma, the secretary, approached the nearest person who happened the be the silent priest. "Welcome. Congratulations on winning the competition. We hope you enjoy your stay and comply with the duties listed in the contest contract."
Hazel had to do her duty as a host as well, so she approached Vladimir. "H-hello. Thank you for coming with us. I hope you have a pleasant stay at our resort."
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Post by HungryHunter on Apr 4, 2017 0:28:28 GMT
Cosmina looked in wonder at the separating seats. Magical! "Yeah, turns out I'm blind and nobody noticed because I have sonar." Cosmina raised the brim of her hat to show off her shiny green and purple rhinestones. "I decorated it myself! Same for the shirt. I'll be selling coats at the resort if you're interested. Any design you want!" She offered. Loveline was a lucrative customer! And cute!
Jenifer slumped in her seat, sticky rubber sticking to it in an annoying way as she slid. She barely minded with her brain half turned off by the Wolfsbane. That stuff was strong. Hopefully a nap would let her be more awake when they touched down in France. She closed her eyes and began drifting on and off.
"Taking off. Text you when I land." Marceline sent the text to her employer. It was good to keep in contact. She turned her phone off and opened her ipod. Angry screaming filled her ears and in a rare moment of content, she bobbed her head and looked out the window.
Ron painfully twitched in his seat. His body was a mess and he hadn't eaten anything to fix it. There would be an in flight meal, surely? With soda. Soda in a wonderful can to get some of his wing back. He was just bored right now.
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Post by RedLenai on Apr 4, 2017 21:26:58 GMT
Vladimir glanced towards the little kid as he made a gentle smile, without any doubts he was sure the little girl was making an effort to greet him! He couldn't help just to act with his father like personality.
Hello, young lady. ...I-I still can't believe the fact that I won a ticket - The man said with a soft voice while being honest and letting go a small chuckle - Thanks you very much for your greeting, I'm less nervous than before - and then, he smiled again.
He hoped to have a quiet and calm "small vacation" in the resort, but somehow, something was telling him that probably that wouldn't happen. Still with his briefcase in his lap, he opened it just to grab a book, after closing the briefcase he opened the book. Probably if he read a bit, he could ignore that weird feeling.
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Post by Obscuris on Apr 6, 2017 21:19:32 GMT
As the rest of the passengers boarded, Angelo didn´t move an inch. He stayed on his seat as he muttered under his breathe with his silver crucifix on his hands, shifting from bead to bead every couple of minutes. The greasy locks of his dark hair fall over his closed eyes, hiding the deep black circles under his eyes. As he prayed, the silhouettes of the passengers were delimited in a bright light behind his eyelids, each one with it´s own shape, color and brightness. And some… with very peculiar ones.
The pair of closed silver eyes followed the source of such strange souls, a group of mere girls that cheerfully talked as they walked to their seats. A slight, almost imperceptible frown was drawn on the priest emotionless grimace as he went through the implications of those souls existing. He was drawn away from his thoughts when the silhouette of a woman stood at his side and her words reached his ears.
Angelo took a moment to answer, staring blankly at the secretary. Her soul was rigid and stoic, organized and tough. “Thank you” he dryly replied. The priest voice was reflection of his lifeless silver eyes as he stared at the woman for a brief moment before going back to his prayers.
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Post by Vapovile on Apr 8, 2017 0:46:16 GMT
"It has been a while, huh..." Kate silently commented after Kate pointed it out, becoming silent as the seats moved apart from each other. Kate pressed pause on her video and put her headphones down around her neck, rolling her eyes slightly when Cosmina mentioned how she was near blind aside from sonar. "Yeah, you should have seen it. Mom noticed her laptop screen was zoomed in a crazy amount, so she took Cosmina to get an eye exam and found that she could barely see!" Kate said, not one to be left out of a conversation. Haruko gave a small wave to Loveline, impressed that Cosmina was already advertising her wares before they even set foot in the resort. She was going to do just fine in the industry.
"So Loveline, how's life? Vanquishing stuff in the name of the moon?" Kate asked, giving a tiny laugh as she made her joke. Her scythe gun in gem girl form was cool!
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Post by waybig1010101 on Apr 25, 2017 4:16:32 GMT
Leora gently twirls her hair while she stares outside her passenger window. She never enjoy the idea of flying around in a metal tube, but the actual experience so far is turning out to be a bit more terrifying than she originally imagined. So much so, that her usual gregarious personality is trapped under the weight of her own paranoid thoughts. Making her unusually quiet. Yet, it isn't fear of the potential danger to herself that is about to cause her a panic attack, but rather what could happen to the others should unfortunate circumstances occurred during the flight. At times like these, it makes Leora frustrated with how Compassion's powers works, as they can't directly protect them as well as it protect hers. [Leora, please relax and enjoy the flight] Sighing under her breath she closes her eyes for a moment. At times its pretty cool to have a intangible entity that only you can speak with at times. Other times...well, sometimes it would just be nice to be left alone in your own thoughts. Especially when you have thoughts about said Entity. Regardless, if something does happen...Her fingers stop playing with her hand and redirect their focus to Leora's pockets until the tips of her feeling could touch a small, yet precocious object.
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Post by TimePuppy on Apr 26, 2017 19:51:35 GMT
The priest's response was so cold, Alma was left impressed. Someone with such a composed mind was sure to be useful here. But just how useful remained to be seen.
She nodded. "I hope you enjoy the trip, sir." She then moved towards the only person that had yet to receive a greeting. But... Who was this person? Alma didn't recognize the man from the list of winners. But the number of people here was right, so maybe she just forgot about him. She'll keep an eye on the person though. In the meantime...
"Hello and congratulations on winning the competition. I'm sorry to say, but I can't remember your name, sir. I would appreciate it if you could remind me."
"Ooh, those are fancy-looking," Loveline said, poking the little stones. "And that sounds great! Although I don't remember dad saying anything about you selling coats. It would be a problem if you just started selling things on our property without permission, you know!" Well, even if she didn't, Arty was definitely going to let her practice her business skills. But she still needed to ask him first! Then Love heard Kate asking her a question. "Who, me? I don't fight in the name of the moon, silly. I fight in the name of love! And sometimes justice. I even came up with a shorter chant recently, but I didn't get a chance to test it out yet. Oh, right!" She leaned backwards. "Hi, Leora! Long time no see."
"I-I'm glad I could help." Hazel curtsied and scampered off to join her sister, leaving the man to his book. She was more familiar with those people. She wouldn't be so nervous with them. But at least she managed to talk to a stranger for a little bit now. And that person was pretty nice! Her dad was right, she just needed to make small steps and eventually she'll be rid of her shyness! And speaking of her dad...
Staring through the window, Marceline could see that the large crowd of people was gone; the last of the passengers were finally on board their planes.
"Oh dear, oh dear... So many employees, so many hands to shake... I'm surprised we're still on schedule." The door to the passengers section on the fancy plane opened and in came a tall man in his late 20s, wearing a sharp suit. Jade eyes scanned the room while he unbuttoned the suit jacket. Those who cared would recognize him as the face that appeared in periodical publications as the CEO of Goodknight. He took off the jacked and with a flourish held it over his shoulder. Then, he exploded into a brief shower of blue sparks and in his place stood a younger, much shorter version of the man, dressed the same, only looking closer to 15 years of age.
His eyes rested on Alma for a second and after she gave an approving nod, he moved a lock of raven hair from his eyes and exclaimed, "Welcome! Thank you all for joining us today. I am Arthur Cromwell and I hope I can make your stay at our resort a pleasant one."
In the back, Loveline rolled her eyes. What a show-off.
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Post by HungryHunter on Apr 27, 2017 1:03:36 GMT
"Don't poke my glasses, they smudge like cafeteria windows in a food fight." Cosmina leaned her head away from Loveline. "You know, speaking of your Gem Girl stuff, have you seen Ariana recently? Elyssa says she hasn't responded to any calls or anything, and I checked. She really isn't. Did Warden confiscate her phone?" Cosmina chuckled at the idea, but honestly it wasn't far fetched. That guy was a little too thorough protecting her sometimes. How was she supposed to survive on her own if he was always hovering?
Marceline watched the crowd outside dwindle to nothing and turned her head when she heard Arthur's voice. She managed to crack a rare grin and weakly waved at him. Not long ago, he and Haruko worked together to save her and Cosmina from their creator, Marika Arachne. Of course, Huntsman and Chase were also there, but she didn't have quite such kind feelings for them. "Hey, my second favorite billionaire. Or is it just multi-millionaire? You're second place there too if that's the case." Her husky voice called form her seat.
Ron was interrupted from his slow dying by Alama. Ah, crap. They were already suspecting something. His fuse was lit at once and he felt the bile rising in the back of his throat. It would be so easy to scream at her. Make a scene. But also stupid. He choked back words of abuse. He had to play this safe. "Competition? What are you talking about? I was just transferred to this flight because mine was canceled. And don't worry, I'm hidden world." He grumbled.
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Post by RedLenai on Apr 27, 2017 21:30:58 GMT
Vladimir noticed when the little girl left to go to, probaly if he was getting it right, her siblings. Still with the book on his hands, he passed the pages. He wasn't reading it, just making sure that every page was still in place and nothing was left of it. He grabbed a pencil from his briefcase as he wrote something.
In the moment he noticed the man knew as Arthur Cromwell, the paladin rolled his eyes with a little smile on his face. Kids, they always try to surprise everyone. He was a little far from him, and that was just fine. The strange feeling didn't dissapeared at all as he put back the book in the briefcase, more, when he had to shut his pet inside the object. "Shhh! Once we arrive you can leave the briefcase, now be a good boy Maitheas"
Probably, carrying his pet with him was a bad idea... but he couldn't just leave him alone in his house, or make his friends take care of him. He hoped the flight wouldn't take so long otherwise, he'll have an angry owl in the plane...
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Post by Vapovile on Apr 30, 2017 22:11:51 GMT
Kate rolled her eyes slightly as Loveline didn't seem to get the joke. "Guess you never heard of that series. But hey, that's cool!" She exclaimed quietly as Hazel joined the group, Kate giving a small wave as she approached. "Hey! Long time no see, Hazel! How have you been?" The orange-haired girl asked as Loveline moved onto Leora. She wasn't paying particular attention to the conversation Cosmina was trying to have with Loveline, but caught enough of the details to be concerned slightly. Someone just disappearing for months isn't a good sign at all.
Meanwhile, Haruko just gave a small wave to Arthur as he finished his 'grand debut' into the plane. She knew him for a while now, so Haruko expected something like this to happen. Leaning over slightly, Haruko whispered to Cosmina. "You should ask him if you can sell those, like she said. I am almost certain he'll say yes." And with that, Haruko leaned back into her own seat. She knew that Arthur was a pushover around children, so Cosmina asking this small request should be no problem at all.
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Post by Obscuris on May 3, 2017 23:38:58 GMT
Deep in his praying, Angelo was unfazed by all the small talk that ringed through his ears. His trained senses caught every word around him, despite the sheer amount of conversations happening at the same time, but none of those was enough to bother him. A side from the strange souls of the girls sitting a few rows in front of him, nothing caught his attention, and even that fact was displaced to the back of his mind.
Only when the CEO of Goodknight made his… extravagant entrance, did Angelo react. His closed eyes became a narrow line as he stared at the fifteen year old that had suddenly replaced the tall and distinguished philanthropist. So that was the Hidden World, those were the powers the priests of the Crusade of the Primal Sin devoted hours to attack, to condemn. Heretic abilities, cursed powers that corrupted and deviated human from the true path of God, from the true salvation.
Behind the priest’s emotionless facade, a small needle of pity pierced his heart. “Poor condemn souls” he thought “that’s why I am here. It’s already too late. That’s why I am here, to purge that corruption. To cleanse those sins… it’s the only way, it’s your only hope”. On his back, painfully pressed against his back, his scythe let out a dangerous screech, hungry and expectant.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Jun 1, 2017 6:04:28 GMT
Leora eyes sparkle when Loveline addresses her. Not being able to contain herself, she swiftly gets up from her seat and embraces her fellow gem girl tightly. "I can't believe it. Its been so long." she said with a heartwarming smile. As she pulls away, she avoids making eye contact so Loveline won't see the small tears forming in her eyes. She may think that Leora tends to get extremely emotional too easily, but thats not the case. For Leora, who has been send on numerous adventures by Compassion, without being restricted by the natural chains of mortality and the laws of the universe, the relative amount of time that she has experience compare to her fellow passengers could not be properly measured. For all intensive purposes, from her perspective it has been an eternity since she has last seen Loveline. As she tries her best to control her voice and facial expression, she continues to talk in her slightly high pitch tone of voice, "So what have you been up to lately?"
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Post by TimePuppy on Jun 8, 2017 19:19:57 GMT
Alma eyed Ron suspiciously for a moment. "Alright then," she said in the end, "Although being on this flight might mess up your schedule a bit. But I'm sure you'll still be able to enjoy your stay at our resort."
"No, now that you mention it, I haven't heard from Ariana in a while either. Maybe someone should check that out." Loveline answered Cosmina before turning back to Leora.
"Oh, nothing much. Going to school, hanging out, kicking monster butt. You know, the usual stuff. How about you? You seem a bit different then before, although I can't tell exactly why."
"Fine," Hazel answered Kate. "Dad says I'll be old enough for high school soon, so he's making sure I learn everything I can until then. That can get pretty boring, actually."
"Alright everyone, you should sit down and buckle up. We should be lifting off soon." Arthur watched everyone buckling up and then he sat down too. Then he pulled out a remote and pressed some buttons. The empty seats suddenly descended into the floor and occupied ones slowly turned towards the middle of the room. Then they started moving and formed an oval so that everyone could face each other. "These fancy planes are really useful, you know. This way we can all talk face to face. Now, I want to get to know you guys. I want to know what exactly you can do. You know, for bonding purposes."
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Post by waybig1010101 on Jun 8, 2017 21:18:20 GMT
"Different?" asked Leora as she slightly tilts her head to the right in slight confusion at the comment. Has her experiences changed her that much that Loveline could tell with one look. "Well, I guess I've gotten a bit better using my Gem powers since we last meet," she said with a confident smile. "But I'm sure you have gotten even better than me. I've still got to much to learn. Still, its pretty fun being a magical girl."
As Arthur reorganizes the seats of the plane, Leora gives Loveline a small wink and says, "Guess its time for introductions, I'll talk to you later okay." She goes back to her sit, and waits patiently for everyone else. Truth be told, she was a bit too nervous to be the first person to introduce themselves. Especially, since she needed some time to think how she was going to explain who she is and what she does, without coming off someone who thinks they are above others, but sometimes revealing you are a Vessel to a virtually all powering entity tends to rub people the wrong way, no matter how you put it.
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