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Post by HungryHunter on Sept 1, 2015 6:00:51 GMT
Ellen had the same awe as Smith at the painting, perhaps more. She tentatively reached out a hand to touch it, but yanked it back before she did. "Can we keep moving? I wanna touch stuff, and I know I shouldn't, so we should get where I won't have anything to touch." She tugged his arm to go down the hallway.
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Cherry's face scrunched up in disgust at the child's wailing. She reached out to grab his ear. "Tell me, brat. Where are your parents!?" She yelled in his ear. The Swallower looked at her with some worry. "Pardon my intrusion, young lady, but perhaps this requires more tact?" He crouched and bent over nearly double to get his head right above the child's. "Child, you should return to your parents. It would be the best for all."
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Melea wanted to scream. More waiting. Fine then, she could wait. She sought out an individual who looked as bored as she felt. The uninterested were easy targets. They craved change. She offered it.
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Post by TimePuppy on Sept 14, 2015 21:19:31 GMT
"No, Love's fine." Loveline told Mr. Stone. "So you're a bodyguard for one of those guys? They do seem lively. I'd say you have your job cut out for you." Love took a sip of her juice. "I'll be honest, I'm a bit surprised they need bodyguards. All the mages I know can take care of themselves. Speaking of which, are you a mage too, Mr. Stone?"
In the meantime, Arthur examined Callis's companion. While his body seemed to be that of an old man, he radiated confidence and had an aura of authority. He also appeared to have a drinking problem. Well at least he didn't seem like one of the assholes here. "Mr. Yasumora, is it? Arthur Cromwell, I'm a friend of Callis. Nice to meet you." He bowed.
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Post by Kuma on Sept 15, 2015 3:27:45 GMT
-Sorry Mes Cromwell, but I think the pronunciation is “Yasumori”- Callis quickly corrected as he noticed Roshi getting a bit ticked by Arthur’s mistake. –He is the leader of the Japanese Hidden World Affairs Bureau.- The Beast Knight explained hoping that the Frost Wizard might get the fact that he was talking to somebody of certain stature. Roshi looked at Arthur from tip to toes and bowed. –Is a pleasure to meet you Mr. Cromwell, words of your exploits have reached even the country I protect, trains in Europe and Killers in America, you do have a wide resume.- Callis lowered his eyes when he heard the train part, still ashamed for his failures in that mission.
-Well then Mr. Cromwell, do you have any interest in working in Japan? Anybody skilled and resourceful enough to survive the incidents you managed to survive and help to quell would be an important asset for the JHWAB.- Roshi swallowed his pride after the Frost’s Wizard mistake and decided that this was the best moment to start headhunting and doing some networking, you never know when you could use a foreigner with some experience under his belt, as young as he seemed. - You don't need to answer right away, but just consider that the JHWAB's doors are always open to get new talent, no matter where it comes from.- Roshi added that last bit not only talking to Arthur, but also to Callis, a Drifter-Class Denizen that not only joined the BHA in record time but helped twice with incidents that could had country or world shattering repercussions.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Sept 24, 2015 5:56:21 GMT
As Ellen pulls him along, Smith eyes scans the hallway as he recalls his past experiences in vivid details. Everything from walking lectures with his instructors to the few rare occasions he was able to play with his siblings in secret from his father. Remembering his past brings a smile to his face, until he notices a certain painting with a notable tear through the center. His face turns a bit sour upon seeing it. He had thought his father would have removed that particular piece of art by now. Yet, knowing his father, the man had probably place the ruin painting there just for today, with the intention of reminding his son about his status as a failure in his eyes. Regardless, he ignores the damage painting and only had payed attention to it for a split second. He then mentions to Ellen, “There is the entrance to the VIP room.” His voice directs her attention towards the nearby door on the right. The door is made out of pure white gold and various vibrant diamonds along the frame with incredibly delicate details, which clearly signify its importance over the other doors in the hallway. Yet, there lack a doorknob or any other visible object to use to open the door to the VIP room. “We need to get permission first.” said Smith as he anticipates Ellen’s question. He knocks on the door with a single gentle strike with the back of his fist and immediately a red fairy appears behind them.
“How may I be of assistance?” the fairy asked politely.
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At first the child did not know what to do. His body has frozen with compete fear. He eyes couldn’t look at the massive stranger looking down at him. His chest begins to feel heavy. He was genuinely afraid of this man. So frightened by his sheer size and intimating presence, that he actually runs behind Cherry and places his head into the back of her leg as his body shakes uncontrollable. He begins to whimper and pleads for the lady to save him from the monster, "Pleeeeeease protect me!"
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“Well these kids are not really the most reliable mages one can find. Besides, the Smith Estate has countermeasures to prevent anyone to use magic unless they have given you a special permission. So even if, and mind you that is a very big if…. these kids are some of the greatest magic users in this room, they would be completely unable to use any magic.” He turns away for a moment to take another sip of his drink before continuing, “As for myself, I’m not a mage.” he said without looking at her. He then looks at her as he asks his own question, “How about yourself and your date over there?” Though he did his best to not show it, he couldn’t help but to overhear the conversation between Arthur, Callis, and Roshi.
Meanwhile the bartender continues to deal with the annoying group of young adults, but still manages to act provisional at all times. Though, on the inside he struggles with keeping his patience. He hopes that the main event can happen soon enough and thus wouldn’t have to deal with these spoiled brats for much longer.
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In the VIP room, not a single person seem to want to do anything at all, with the only exception being the single person trying to engage in conversations with people, but everyone he tries to talk to just try their best to avoid talking to the man as they need to go over their own agencies, that they wanted to discuss with Mr. Smith. The person in question was a young looking man wearing a particular stylish white suit and gorgeous red hair. If the magic business doesn’t work out for him, he could easily become a supermodel.
Yet, he was not the only other particular people in the room that could caught someone’s attention. For instance, the biggest person in the room happens to be sitting in the corner reading a book. She seem to keep to herself with her eyes staring right at the pages in her hands, but she is in fact keeping tabs on everyone else in the room. She notice Melea, which causes her eye to move off the page and look directly at her for a split second. As if she needed to confirm who she is. After being satisfied with the confirmation, her eyes shift back to the pages.
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Post by HungryHunter on Sept 28, 2015 5:33:54 GMT
Ellen put her face to the painting, looking mechanisms it could open by. She was surprised when the fairy appeared right over head. She looked up, them took a step back for a better view. "Hi! May we come inside? To the VIP room? Please?" She made a shallow curtsey.
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Shallower inwardly frowned, though his mouth couldn't show it well. "I apologize. My visage may be appalling to some here after all." He folded his lower arms and put an upper elbow on them to rest his chin in his palm. He wondered if there was anything that could be done about this as he wandered over towards the bar, more out of interest in the brightly colored bottles than anything else.
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Melea glanced over the people in the room, eye whispering over her only two options slowly. The first looked like nothing to her. A vapid man seeking others to fill his lonely void. But the other was observant, if not as sneaky as she thought she was. And furthermore, Melea thought she might have already been recognized. Melea worked her way across the room and sat gently across from her. "I'm sorry if I'm interrupting you, but you seemed so lonely over here." She smiled kindly.
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Post by TimePuppy on Sept 28, 2015 23:13:21 GMT
"Sorry, I must have misheard. I'll make sure I get it right in the future." Arthur apologized for mispronouncing Yasumori's name before listening to the man's job offer.
"While I appreciate the offer, I'm quite content with my current job. But I will remember it in case I ever change my mind. I did enjoy the time I spent in Japan long ago." Arthur's eyes glazed over as he got lost in pleasant old memories for a second or two before getting thrown back into the present by a seemingly quite painful memory if the wince and head rub were anything to go by.
"For the most part. And dealings with the Bureau were pleasant enough. So yeah, I'll think about joining you in the future. Who knows, I might even help out even before then." Realizing that he probably spent too much time blabbing his mouth, he asked: "Anyway, what brings you guys here? Other then the apparently false promise of alcohol?"
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"He's a mage. I'm not. I make illusions! And I can shapeshift, too!" She proudly demonstrated by turning her hand into a dragon claw. "I can also make other people shapeshift. So what can you do? I bet it's something cool if mages ask you to protect them." She did not pay any attention to Arthur and the two other people.
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Post by Kuma on Sept 29, 2015 4:09:20 GMT
-I was invited by the Host, I didn’t want to come here, but politics force my hand- Roshi spoke with calm familiarity as if he wasn’t the leader of a very important organization he was representing. The Omnyo Master dislike of Western Magicians was well documented, as he considers their craft inferior and inefficient compared to Eastern Arcane traditions. The Beast Knight, surprisingly more versed on the field of protocol and diplomacy, or at least more respectful, than his employer tried to salvage the situation. –Yes, that might be the case at first but we are so delighted by the party that it changed our minds, right Mes Yasumori?-
The Leader of the JHWAB grunted a threat between teeth and with a defeated tone, clearly not honest at all, he uttered. –Yes… the party is delightful.- He spoke the last word with such badly contained ire that it could chill the blood of somebody not tempered by battle. Still this was just like a passing cloud obscuring the sun for a moment. Roshi changed his mood quickly. –You mentioned something about the promise of alcohol, do you know of a way we can… I don’t know, grease the gears for that promise to be true?- Callis sighed. –Mes Yasumori, must I remind you again I was asked not to allow you near any spirits?- The old Omnyo Master scoffed. -Don't be like that Nomene-kun, a glass of wine is good for the heart and I'm really old.- He turned back to Arthur. -So any leads on the case of the missing booze?-
Callis wanted to shout from frustration but decided to search for some location less crowded as the multitude of people was making him nervous. –Mes Cromwell please refrain from giving Mes Yasumori any potent or mild spirituous beverages, I will come back shortly, I just need some air.- And with that the Beast Knight left Roshi on the bar counter and looked for a window or a balcony. He had some things to think about.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Sept 30, 2015 5:40:18 GMT
The red fairy studies Ellen carefully. She was not reading her body language or judging her appearance, though even she would admit she is a rather beautiful woman in a truly stylish dress. The familiar is actually just doing her job by reading Ellen's invitation. After a few seconds of examining her invitation, the red fairy turn her eyes towards Smith and takes a look at his invitation as well. “Neither of you two seem to have been granted access to this particular VIP room.” she said in a simple statement. "Though you are guests for the main table. So I suppose I can understand the simple confusion of your privileges.” The red fairy points down the corridor and says, “Even though its still thirty minutes to dinner, at this time you are now allowed to sit down at the main table if you so wish. Would you prefer a quick teleportation, or would you rather just enjoy walking there?” she asked politely. Being recently “hired,” the red fairy did not realize that one of the individuals she is talking to, is in fact Marvel Smith, the infamous disowned son of her master. If she knew who he really is, she would have been obligated to alert the master of the estate at once, who would try to remove his son from the estate before his presence is publicly known. _______________________________________ The child begins to relax as the Swallower leaves. Once the Demon God is completely out of sight does the child release his grip on Cherry’s legs. He tries to rub off the dry tears and snot covering his face, but this somehow only causes the young boy to cry and produce more snot. Eventually his whimpering tears get softer and softer until he stops making noise. After a while of silence he looks up at Cherry with puppy eyes and says very quietly, “I’m….sorry. Miss…can you help me find my parents please?” _________________________________________ Mr. Stone takes another sip of his drink before he remarks with a comedic tone, “I can serve as a pretty good meat shield.” He smiles at the end of that sentence and offers another question in turn, “I got to ask….if you can shapeshift, how I’m I suppose to know that the person I’m looking at right now is the real you?” he asked playfully. ___________________________________________ Near Callis is a doorway that leads to a small and majestic courtyard garden. In the garden are plenty of wonderful flowers and trees of all shapes and sizes with various shades of vibrate colors, which are all arrange in such an elegant fashion to enhance the garden’s appeal. Some of the species of trees and flowers are not even earthy in origin, but are species from across various mystical realms. Yet the most notable aspect of the garden is its centerpiece. At the very center of the garden is a high quality white marble fountain that is surrounded by masterfully crafted statues of the Twelve Olympians, who are all dress in outfits one would expect a god to dress in. Each statue seem lifelike, especially as Callis would notice as they each have a unique spell to them, which has been purposely installed to relate something significant about each deity. Yet, oddly enough the Beast Knight will find no one standing in the garden besides a long black hair man staring at the statue of Hades. The man holds a wine glass and swirls the liquid inside a few times before he turns his face slightly in order to see the garden’s new guests.  _______________________________________ Inside the VIP room, the large woman lifts a single finger as a sign to give her a moment. She continues to read her book for a while longer until she finishes the page she is on. She licks the tip of her finger and folds the upper-right corner of the page. Then she gently closes her book and places it on the small table next to her chair. She picks up a rather large cup of tea (though in her hands it is partially a small cup) and takes a small sip before she places it back on the table between her and Melea. The massive woman then looks at her and offers a sly smile as she says, “Perhaps I was lonely, sitting her all by myself. Or maybe I was simply waiting for Melea Zines to show up.” |
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Post by HungryHunter on Oct 2, 2015 23:34:19 GMT
Ellen smiled and curtsied. "I understand. We'll head that way right now. No need for a teleport." She lead Marvel a little down the hallway and gave him a smile. "You could fake invites but couldn't get us in the VIP room? Or did you just not want to get in? I can understand that."
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Cherry sighed. "I suppose... but you're doing what I say!" She took the child in hand and whistled to Sherry. The little skeleton put her hand in Cherry's and the young necromancer lead them through the crowd, looking for anybody who looked like they would raise a stupid brat.
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Swallower paused on his walk towards the bar when he saw the man with pointed ears walking the other way. Something stirred in him, some connection. That man... also didn't belong here. Swallower instantly turned all attention from the bar and focused all four eyes on Callis, following him into the garden. He walkeked up besides the maned man with silent footsteps. "Greetings." He nodded respectfully.
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Melea shifted in her seat when she was acknowledged by name. "I'm that recognizable? I suppose I've getting attention from the news recently." She carefully studied the woman. "Now... who are you?"
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Post by TimePuppy on Oct 4, 2015 21:46:01 GMT
Arthur waived after Callis and then turned back to Yasumori. "Well, I wouldn't mind helping you get drunk, but... I'm pretty sure Callis had a good reason to say no. But maybe a glass of wine wouldn't hurt. Say, why don't you sit with us," he gestured toward Loveline and Mr. Stone, "And I'll see if I can get you something with a kick."
His plan was to ask the bartender if he could somehow give some grape juice the taste of alcohol without actually using alcohol. When Roshi was out of hearing range of course.
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"That is a good question. But isn't it the mind that really counts? If the mind is mine, are you not looking at the real me even if the body isn't the one I usually have?" Loveline asked, feeling proud for displaying such 'profound wisdom' despite her age. In truth, she just modified something she heard on the TV once. But Stone did not need to know that.
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Post by Kuma on Oct 9, 2015 3:23:49 GMT
Callis paced through the crowd and arrived to the garden in the balcony. The fresh air flooded his lungs and calmed him down. He didn’t like crowds, parties weren’t his thing. Out of pure instinct he checked quick exits and tools he could use in case of a fight, as he never knew when things could go south. For a moment he glanced at the man standing in the front of the Olympic Fountain but decided not to bother him. The Beast Knight slowly inhaled and exhaled, trying to see the sky but turning his face away… this weren’t his stars. As he remembered his past something clicked inside him a silent scream of warning that made him jump to the side as he heard something behind him, steps a regular human would've never heard.
Another alarm was the scent, whoever got near had a peculiar smell, something that Callis couldn’t quite place and that was off-putting to the Beast Knight. For a split second he almost summoned his Notio Gladius, but Swallower greeted him. Callis relaxed in less than a second and bowed. –Greetings Mes…- He left the phrase hanging for Swallower to complete. –My name is Callis Nomene.- He extended his hand for a handshake
Roshi shook his head. –No booze for me young man, I might want to, but Nomene-kun and my co-workers back home are right, I tend to destroy too much property when I drink.- The Leader of the JHWAB looked around remembering that part of the reason he came here was to find a wizard that could help Callis with his predicament. In the end he decided to ask Arthur himself. –Cromwell-san, do you happen to know any plane-walkers? Mages specialized on dimensional travels or astral travels?- Roshi asked hoping that Arthur could have some contacts in the west, as much as he disliked the western arcanists he could admit they had an edge in the field. |
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Post by waybig1010101 on Oct 13, 2015 5:26:00 GMT
Smith looks at Ellen for a moment and quickly understands the misunderstanding. “I had thought our invitations from my mother would have included access to the VIP room.” He doesn’t turn his head or mention his current thought process to her. Mother would have given us permission, the only reason why we aren’t allowed in the VIP room is due to the room being use as the meeting place for father’s more underhanded associates. Well, at least now I know which room they are in. His mind beings to calculate the possible steps he was going to need to take in order to gain information on the current people in the VIP room.
As they walk further down the hall, they could spot a man and woman walking arm in arm towards one of the side corridors, which is clearly a section of the estate that was not being use for the party going on. Yet, the pair seem to have no ill intent as they share a couple of passionate moments with each other as they sloppily search for a private room.
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The child didn’t say anything to the girl, instead he continue to cry weakly to himself as he hand her hand. The child’s parents are on the other side of the room, where they are engaging in conversations with a few guests. Yet, the two irresponsible parents are already way to intoxicated to really think about the well being of their child. Though even silver, they really didn’t care too much about their kid. After all, he was unable to use magic at all and in this world, magic is power. In fact, the only reason that his father keeps his son is because the boy’s father rather his son inherent his assets and wealth as oppose to a cousin. Yet, as soon as he has what he considers a proper heir, he plans ignore his current son completely and leave him with practically nothing.
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The large woman pushes her incredibly long and fancy hat slightly up so that Melea could look into her formidable black eyes, “I prefer to be refer to as Madam Elizabeth, my dear Queen of Hearts.” The tone in her voice come off charming, yet simultaneous it was a clear message that her identity is going to remain hidden, at least for now. She takes another sip of her herbal tea with honey. “So, what do you hope to gain here?” she asks naturally as if she has experience pronouncing this phrase numerous times before in this room.
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“That’s pretty deep.” responds Mr.Stone as he lifts his glass in order to takes another sip. Once he finishes his drink, he holds the glass in front of him as he stares at the fancy craftsmanship behind the overly extravagant liquid holder. “In my experience, people usually tend to wear a disguise or a mask so that they can hide who they truly are, preventing them from expressing their real persona.” He pauses for a few moments before continuing, "And even when you finally get past the mask, sometimes you just end up finding out just how truly empty a person can really be.” He places his glass down on the bar and his voice changes to a much more mild and gentle tone, “My good man, one more please.” He pushes the glass forward towards the bartender, then he turns to Loveline and asks, “Would you care to play a game with me real quick?
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Outside the garden, the man dress in a highly expensive suit simply returns his gaze back towards the statue and continues to swirl his wine. His face is completely expressionless and he doesn’t really seem concern, or bothered, by the presence of the recent guests. Slowly, he makes his way to another statue, this time, it was the statue of Zeus. He stares at the figure in royal purple robes wields a lighting bolt. The lighting bolt is not made from an variable rare metals, rather the statue of Zeus is quite literally holding an actual spear of pure lighting in its hand. Yet, there was something in the man’s eyes that seem to react upon seeing the father of Olympus. Though it was brief, a clear sign of anger seem to lit up in the young man aura for a split second, before it quickly returns to normal.
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Post by HungryHunter on Oct 14, 2015 4:04:31 GMT
Swallower extended both his lower hands to take Callis' offered one, a third reaching to feel the nearest statue. "Theo is my preferred title among equals. And we are indeed equal in at least one way. Can you feel it as well?" Swallower wondered if the misplaced man could feel his nature as well. Somebody on earth could only every be a few thousand miles from their home at a time, and even a man from beyond the stars knew stars. Swallower turned two eyes to the sky and saw nothing of his home world. The very physical nature of this world was utterly alien to this thing of darkness. One eye caught anger in the man by the statue. At Zeus? Was there some connection? Callis was currently more interesting, but that man could be an interesting comrade as well.
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Cherry wished she could hover in here. She was too short to look over the crowd. Then again, she didn't even know what she was looking for. "Tell me where you saw your parents last. And what they look like." She glowered at the useless little sniveler.
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"Oh. Sorry, I just thought you had to make some up cause your family doesn't get along and stuff." She managed to remain quiet until the couple passed them. "At least somebody's having fun. Lots of empty space I guess. How many rooms does this place even have?"
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Melea winced at the term of endearment. "Oh, please. It's Melea. Only the media calls me the Queen of Hearts." Of course, the name was a highly encouraged term among her people. It had a very good political bent. "I just want to change the world, and the right sort of people to do it are here. Are you one of them?"
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Post by TimePuppy on Oct 17, 2015 0:10:24 GMT
"Dimension travel? Well, it just so happens that transdimensional travel is the specialty of where I come from! it's quite literally a science for us! We could get Callis home in a jiffy!" Arthur gloated with a grin. But his enthusiasm faded as fast as it appeared. "Except that we couldn't. We would need coordinates to take him home. Otherwise we would have to search randomly which is okay when you're just looking for new civilizations, but doing that to look for a specific location could take ages."
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"A game? I wouldn't mind, but..." Loveline glanced at Arthur and the old man. "It doesn't involve drinking, does it?"
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Post by Kuma on Oct 18, 2015 0:29:11 GMT
Callis was a bit weirded out by Swallower, back on his home dimension anything that had more than two arms had a very simple quick fix… kill it with fire and then burn the ashes. The Beast Knight had to mentally remind himself that he was in a different world and that the being in front of him wasn’t an Unda, he couldn’t be an Unda, as there weren’t any Saevus here, so by logical progression no Saevus meant no Unda, as the Unda were a failed experiment of the Ancestral Magus while they tried to create the Saevus. But still he was weirded out by his interlocutor and it was taking a lot out of him not to show it on his face, not to mention hide his confusion about Swallower’s statement.
-Sorry Mes... Theo but… How so? I must apologize as I do not feel anything of the like.- Swallower had a strange smell, something off putting to Callis, but the Beast Knight lacked any means to detect other interdimensional travelers like himself, so Swallower’s words reached, metaphorically, deaf ears.
-That might be the case Cromwell-kun, but I think we could try out some alternatives, I know more than a couple arcanists with specialization in tracking.- Roshi was pensive, especially when it came to Magical Theory, it was one of the topics he liked to discuss the most. –If we manage to amplify or alter the range of a Tracking spell into a transdimensional plane we might get lucky enough to find some semblance of a clue lost in the ether between dimensions.- The JHWAB leader was on his element spouting magic-babble like free-verse.
–As a fellow practitioner you must also consider luck a very important factor in any mystical investigation for new forms of spell casting, maybe the solution to Nomene-kun’s problem could open a new field in arcane knowledge… a school of Transdimensional Tracking….- Roshi twirled his moustache. –Yes, that has quite a nice ring to it… Might I bother you with a request for an interview with your contacts sometime after this event?- The JHWAB leader asked with clearly the best intentions in mind, even ignoring his own distrust from Western Practitioners to help Callis. |
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Post by waybig1010101 on Oct 26, 2015 4:02:07 GMT
Smith answers with a bit of an uncertainty at Ellen’s question, “To be honest, I’m not even sure. During my youth, I was forbidden to enter sections of the estate, which includes the entire basement. I do however remember being inside a few hundred rooms. Though, if I had to give my best guess….probably close to five thousand rooms, give or take a few dozen or so.” As they continue to walk down the hall, Smith looks back at the hallway the couple just enter and his expression turns slightly more serious as he remembers another vivid memory with his father. Yet, he doesn’t share the story of when his father first called him a failure with Ellen, instead he offers her a question. “Can you hold on to this for me?” He pulls out a dark blue card the size of a person’s driving license.
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The child looks around nervously as he struggles to recall the last known location of his parents. As he looks around he mentions, “I think I saw them by one of those big doors last time I was with them….” He turns his head and oddly enough he spots a man looking right at him with a face full of malice intention. The child quickly remembers the man as a former associate of his mother, who only seem to visit their house whenever his father was away on a long trip. Yet, it has been a few months since he has last seem him. Regardless, he never seen the man display such a look in his eyes before. In fear, he gasps onto Cherry hand and says in a truly frighten voice, “I don’t like the way this person is looking at me….” Before Cherry or Sherry could notice the man, he fades into the large coward.
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“Na, its not a drinking game at all. Besides-“ he rubs the general area where his liver is located, “-I don’t think this guy would appreciate me working it to death.” He moves his hand away from his liver and reaches inside his coat's pocket. “Ah, here it is…” he says as he pulls out a deck of cards. The cards seem to each have a unique letter, number, or symbol on the back. Mr. Stone begins to describe the game as he shuffles the deck with some impressive hand maneuvers. “Well I suppose this game is pretty unique. I’m sure you know about tarot cards, well the game we are about to play is all about destiny.” He finishes his suffering and hands the deck to Love, “Now its your turn to shuffle.”
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The man in the garden examines another statue before he departs from the garden. The last statue he studies is a beautiful marble sculpture of Hera. The man looks at the piece for a while with a slight smile on his face, yet his eyes seem to contain a bit of sadness as well. He turns once more to look at the Swallower and Callis, drinks his wine completely before he teleports. The only thing that remains from his departure is an empty wine glass in free fall, which quickly shatters once it makes contact with the ground. As the wine glass breaks, a sudden breeze sweeps throughout the garden, causing the whole place to feel 50 degrees colder than before. The strange icy wind stays for only a few moments before disappearing into the dark night.
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Madam Elizabeth response with no change in her facial expression at the question, “Perhaps, but that would depend on what kind of world you are seeking to create Melea.” She waves her hand towards the other people in the room as she says, “These people care about their own self-interests, though some just like yourself genuinely seek to change the world with their own ideas. I promise you…. their wishes will not match your own. So explain to me why your vision is so much more important and valuable then the other world changing plans in this room.”
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Post by HungryHunter on Oct 26, 2015 5:37:19 GMT
Ellen stared in wonder again. "That's bigger than my entire hometown! And way bigger than Gateway! How did your family even get this rich!?" She glanced at the couple, didn't decide they were worth bugging, and turned back to see the card. Her expression became quizzical. "Hold it for you? Are you going somewhere? What is this?" everything else was lost to her mind as she studied the card.
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Swallower felt a twinge of shame. He needed to think more before he spoke, lest he be seen as similar to that petulant worm he had been contained in. "I apologize. I must explain that I felt something in you that I share. You do not belong to this world, do you? I observed how you reacted to the stars. I suffer the same condition." One eye saw the teleporting man vanish right when the cold wind blew in. The cold was no great problem for him, but it was suspicious.
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Melea sneered for an instant. "Why? Because unlike them, I have proper plans for it. They will talk about their ideas all day and about how it should be, but they will never act. I will, without hesitation." Any here who had dreams of their own could at least help her make a decent world. The rest were as venomous as warlords. She would tear them out by the roots.
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"And what they look like I said! You're hopeless!" Now she really wished Malcolm were along. He was better with kids. She steered to the doors, but balked when the kid grabbed her hand. "Where? Point." She scowled at him for not being clear about who. There were tons of people in here. Not seeing anybody when she did a full sweep, she continued on. The dumb kid was ruining her poise. She couldn't be polite if she was getting pissed off.
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Post by TimePuppy on Oct 27, 2015 17:41:10 GMT
"Hmm, you have a point there. Perhaps it's possible to find some sort of trace on Callis even though he did spend so much time here already. If you use that, you could look for his home like a bloodhound." Arthur rubbed his chin thoughtfully. But he quickly gave up and smiled. "Ah, but I should leave the thinking to the scientists. Very well, I'll get the smartest people I know to work on that. Who knows, some of them probably already helped the JHWAB out once before."
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"Um, okay?" Loveline shuffled the deck and gave it back to Mr. Stone. "What next?"
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Post by Kuma on Oct 28, 2015 3:45:08 GMT
Callis felt a tinge of empathy for Swallower. –Yes, I arrived to this world more than a year ago, yet I still cannot find my way back. - He gently glanced towards the party. –I came here thanks to the man I am working for, in hopes of finding somebody who could help me with my predicament. - The Beast Knight kept talking, finally admitting something to himself. –But lately I think that returning might not be the best course of action…- Callis eyes displayed mixed emotions, sadness, happiness and surprise at the same time as he heard himself talk. –Here I experienced things that back in my homeland were scarce to me, I was able to join up comrades in arms who trusted me and even when I failed didn’t abandon me.- The Knight made a small pause as the realization of what he was saying hit him like a brick
-I joined forces with people around the world, I helped to stop dangerous foes and I even made friends.- Callis looked down, a bit sad for the saying the last part, but he gathered his resolve and looked right into Swallower’s eyes. –I think I want to stay… each day I spend here tends to be better than the last, the technology is so much more comfortable than the Scripti Magic used in my homeland and there is less of a divided in society.- The Beast Knight himself couldn’t believe what he was saying after so much searching for a way home. And he could believe less to whom was he telling it, maybe Swallower’s similar condition was making him more open to talking about his own issues. –I think I want to stay here….-
-Ehm…We don’t have the best track record of collaborating with westerners…- Roshi scratched his head a bit embarrassed. –Most of it is my fault, I don’t want to admit it Cromwell-san, but I hold grudges from long time ago, maybe too long. - The JHWAB Leader sound a bit humbled as he made memory of many events in the past that only widened the divide between both sides. –And we also have the issue of resources and manpower, I don’t think the Branch Leaders would accept my request for helping Nomene-kun, especially with everything that is happening after the Sakurajima Incident.- The Old Omnyo Master looked stealthily to the sides, checking that nobody was near enough to listen and started whispering.
-I shouldn’t say this, but one of the reasons my colleagues used to convince of coming here was to request help with the situation, we are almost overwhelmed as <them> are quite fearsome.- Roshi concern was almost palpable. – I don’t know what we are going to do without the Containment Devices, get it?- Roshi was hoping that Arthur was knowledgeable of Hidden World crisis by using only alternative words to refer to the Gainen and the Medals, also hoping curious ears wouldn’t catch this sneaky mentions to the current issues the JHWAB was barely dealing with.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Oct 29, 2015 5:39:28 GMT
Smith pulls out another blue card and reveals it to Ellen. He turns the card to reveal a thumb size circle in the center of the card. "This is a MCD.” said Smith. “In order to use it, you simply just have to apply pressure on this circle and-“ *He presses down on the circle with his thumb*, You can podcast your thoughts and they can be heard by people holding another MCD. He continues to telepathically communicate to her, Normally the estate has plenty of safeguards to prevent telepathic communication and other forms of mental manipulation, but they usually tend to focus on magic and other supernatural forces as oppose to science. Plus, it kinda helps when you already know the system your up against.
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He takes the deck and places it on the bar as he says, “Now, we just have to see what’s in store for your future, but first we need to check out how you are doing currently.” He grabs the first card at the top of the deck, which has the letter N on it, and turns it over. The first card reveals a girl standing in front of a mirror, and the image on the mirror’s surface is that of an older version of the girl standing in front of the mirror. Mr. Stone looks at the card, then looks at Loveline as he explains, “The first card is suppose to represent how you feel about yourself now.”
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The little boy mumbles to himself as he says, “Bu But he was he was just there.” After a few more seconds he goes on to describe his parents. “Well….Daddy is wearing a pink suit, oh…also he also has no hair . Mommy is wearing a blue dress….or was it green…. no I think it she is wearing a blue dress…i think she wore a green one before. And she has really really nice blond hair. Also, can you hurry up and find my parents already.”
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“You can continue to describe your drive to change the world, but what exactly are you going to try to change my dear.” She studies her with a serious stare. “Just telling me you have proper plans explains nothing. What is it exactly that you want to accomplish? How do you want to mold this world?” Suddenly, Madam Elizabeth chuckles to herself as she notices the change in the estate’s defenses changes. The changes were so discreet that no one could possibly notice unless they are extremely familiar with both the estate’s systems and the intruders currently editing the systems. Impressive. I doubt Mr. Smith and his defense team will even notice their presence before it’s too late. Maybe the old man at the bar might feel that something is slightly off, but even I doubt he will figure it out in time.
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