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Post by Chai on Dec 22, 2016 1:38:58 GMT
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CELESTIAL EVENT: Celestial Event C TAGS: OOC NOTES: -evil laughter-KEY
'Guardia's Telepathy'
'Guardia's Thoughts'
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'CHAAAAAAAI!... CHAI, GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!!' A disembodied yell would echo around the Fortuneteller's desert in the minds of any passerbys. The winds were rather tranquil, stirring up only a few tiny twirls of sand that flew across the desert sands. The cruel sun beat down, it's one malevolent eye unblinking, and the sky was it's partner with not even a wisp of cloud to soften the harsh rays of raw heat. The lizards took shelter in the shadows of the rocks where the sand was not hot enough to roast them, but there was no shade large enough for any passing earthlings- or sapient sword demons. Each bounce from a blade, which moved like a possessed pogo stick, sunk into the searing sand. The air was thick and hazy, each breath taken was shallow from the heated air, like drowning. Guardia, a sentient sword with a demonic soul inside, had strayed into the Fortuneteller's Desert on a wild goose chase.
Earlier today, Guardia was asleep in a cave he and Chai had crashed in for the night. The two of them were off to explore the Earth of this world a little more, and finalize their familiarity to this world. A storm whipped up, and the goat and sword decided to rest in a small cave just outside of the desert. As the sword stirred in his sleep, his scabbard would fall off it's leaning position on the wall of the cavern, and hit the ground with a clank. Peeking out of his sheath and curious why Chai's form hadn't stopped the fall, Guardia found his partner to be nowhere in sight! All he found were a few torn bits of Chai's cloak, and most concerning of all, a small splatter of red blood trickling out in a trail from the cavern. Following the bloody path led to the vast desert, but now Guardia had lost the trail, as the sand covered it very quickly.
Sighing telepathically, the sword looked around with a concerned eye. He had come pretty far in, and was searching for a good hour judging by the sun's position in the sky. If he had sweat pores or lungs, Guardia knew he would be on the verge of fatigue taking over. For once, he was glad that his new form prevented such things. The possessed blade continued to hop through the desert, his rainbow blade leaving odd tracks in the sandy dunes. Sighing once more, Guardia closed his eye and could only think of what happened to his partner. He was concerned, most definitely. Did someone find out about their secret and come 'merc the goat in hopes of getting their broken universe-hopper? Did someone they crossed come for revenge and decide to attack the goat? Or did Chai just stub his toe and bleed out before deciding to take a walk? Whatever happened concerned Guardia enough to bring him out here, into some of the deepest reaches of the Fortuneteller's Desert. The sword was loosing hope as the sun began to set... No! He was going to find his partner, and he was going to make sure he came home safe! And nobody was going to stop him! |
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Post by Big Train on Dec 22, 2016 2:00:24 GMT
[HWs ON: 5753 PL]
Big Train was deep into some training, sweating pouring over every inch of his body. He was training in the desert because he had read in his MARTIAL ARTS MONTHLY that enduring harsh temperatures was a good element to add into a training regiment. However, he was no longer was he wearing his trusty pink compression shorts. They were now replaced by his Zen School doji while he trains under Beryl.
Nah, just kidding, he's still wearing them under the doji. Regardless, all of his would be covered by his usual weighted poncho, he was training after all. This is until he heard a voice call out... in his head? Ok, weird. But what was that over on the horizon? He thought as he lifted his head, his mask glistening in the sunlight. The large framed man would walk closer to get a better look. As he drew closer to the object he would make out the rainbow sword. Ok, even weirder.
But Big Train couldn't help but let out a childlike, "Whoa, cool" as he gazed upon the beautiful blade. But wait, it was moving around... and did it just sigh? "Uhh... hello?" Big Train would call out, confused. He felt a little crazy talking to a sword, but then again he's run into a few crazy things lately. Like dragons.
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Post by Collan Vixen on Dec 22, 2016 2:08:24 GMT
Thread PL: 21,616
The desert...not Collan's favorite place. But sometimes it could be memorizing, staring out at the horizon. But of course it had the downsides, like sand sometimes getting blown into his eyes. Which is what had just happened, the hero in training would be rubbing his eyes with lots of force, trying to get the sand out.
The worst part, is that he was also flying, he didn't even noticing anything as he just shouted to himself. "Lord, why me!? The pain is unbearable! It's worse than getting clawed at by Jormungandr!!" He honestly wasn't having that good of a day.
I'm hyped, want to know why? Well too bad, Sketch told me not to tell anyone.
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Post by Chikara on Dec 22, 2016 2:18:32 GMT
(PL: 3,194 With Heavy Weights) ---------- “Oh you’ve really done it now, Chikara. That’s the last time I’ll be trusting shady dealers handing out treasure maps for 10 zeni a piece.” From the tone of his voice it was quite clear that the mission had gone very poorly. Chikara had his doubts when another man had spat in the face of his dealer and told him to go to Hell, but for whatever reason he decided to still trust him. That trust has now lead him to the middle of a desert with very little supplies. Sand was blasting in every direction and the sun was giving Chikara a much needed, though unwanted tan.
Chikara looked down at the map and tried to follow the directions as close as possible but according to it he should have already arrived by now. Chikara looked around for any sight of a cave but nothing came up. He reached for his flask to take a quick drink while he thinking but it was already empty. “Shit, just when you thought things couldn’t get any worse, right?” Not only was he out of water but he had also been walking for hours on end and desperately needed to rest, but there was no bed and breakfast in sight.
He wanted to fall down onto the sand and close his eyes but the burning sensation on the souls of his feet told him that was a bad idea. Aimlessly walking forward for another hour and he was on the verge of dying, but suddenly there was hope! An oasis had appeared in front of him, and he quickly hurried over to get a drink. He cupped his hands in the water below and ignored whatever foul creatures it may hold. He drank and he drank until his stomach could not hold anymore, and only then did he notice something else off in the distance.
He placed his hands over his eyes and peered into the wall of sand. He wasn’t quite sure what it was but he definitely saw some sort of movement out in the desert. The Oasis has quenched his thirst but he was definitely still up for something to eat. The lizards around him weren’t look too appetizing and a guy living out in the desert must have had some food on him. He filled his flask to the brim and quickly took off back into the sands to find this mysterious desert dweller. “Hello? Is any body there? Do you happen to have any food?”
As he kempt moving forward the figure he saw come in more and more focus, and the more focused it became the stranger the reality was. The harsh winds obscured his vision for a bit, and he had to cover up his eyes to protect them. When they finally calmed he looked around for the figure but it had vanished. Fearing defeat, he dropped to his knees and started to question what would happen to him. “Oh cruel Gods above! What have I done to deserve this fate? You know damn right we had a deal!”
On the brink of giving up and the Heran spotted tracks in the sand. He rushed over and examined them as well as he could. He was no hunter but he knew for damn sure that they weren’t created by any feet he knew. He looked back up and now a myriad of color could be seen walking away. It was an odd shape to say the least; was it a… no it couldn’t be, that’s ridiculous. Chikara had new hope restored and leaped into the direction of the colorful stranger. “Excuse me? I demand your attention!” |
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Post by Jihana on Dec 22, 2016 4:35:16 GMT
[Thread PL: 20,000] [HEAVY WEIGHTS ACTIVATED + BATTLE SPIRIT] [Current PL: 20,000]
This was the worst idea possible. Why was she even out here in the first place? And why did she even consider wearing this god damn bracelet around her wrist!
A couple hours earlier, she was in Ginger Town in order to see if she can get a new job or something as she was needing something that can pay really well for a ship or something on those lines. Yet, when she got into town, she was dragged into some sort of vendor stall in which she was introduced to a power bracelet of sorts. She was told that, although its weight is equivalent to that of a steamroller, just wearing it would dramatically increase the powers of the one wearing it.
Being rather confident in her own strength, she turned away, not thinking she needed such a thing. Even going so far as to brag that she would be able to have the strength to take down anyone, especially those two who left her for dead. The vendor went out on a limb to make a sale, by saying something that irked Jihana. A little thing which angered her at her core, but something she had to admit was right. He admitted that there were insanely strong people in the universe, to the point where they would wipe out the universe... And what is to say that the people she was looking for also had the strength to demolish planets.
Turning around to pick him up, fist pulled back, ready to cave his skull in, a thought ran through the seven foot tall woman's mind. This little shorty had the god damn right idea. Although she would never admit it, the fact that she was only this strong after being imprisoned for so long meant that her parents could have made leaps in bounds in the progress of their conquest for power. Biting rather deeply into her own lip within her mask, she dropped him and gave him the money he desired. Though what he said after she attached the silver bracelet around her right wrist made her kick him into a wall. A side effect of this bracelet was not being able to fly.
Thus the reason why she was traversing the god damn desert on foot, when she could be flying like a normal person. Not even considering to get a vehicle as she would rather buy a space ship rather than one of those horrible looking Earth Vehicles that hover above the ground. That, and she doesn't have a license. Though that hasn't stopped her before.
Skip back to present time, and she was getting really pissed off at the god damn bracelet she wore. Though she was saved from most of the heat induced torture because of her gas mask cooling off the most of her face, along with her light amount of clothing above the waist, she was still feeling the heat to an ungodly degree due to her large stature. She had even brought herself to boosting her own power levels, nulling the restraints of her mind in hopes of reducing the amount of stress she felt from the heat. Funny enough, it actually did its work as she felt as if she was not getting affected as much by the heat, despite the fact that it was just fooling herself as the heat still beat on her just like it did earlier.
While walking, she heard a voice. Her one visible eye rose up as she twisted her body around, trying to find out where this voice came from. Though she swore it came from within her own mind...
Then her other lens started flaring up, the scouter portion of her mask started picking up a couple of signatures that were on her radar. Two of them rather minuscule compared to her usual powers, though may pose a problem if they truly were shrinking their own powers or were wearing something similar to her power inhibiting bracelet. Another power was at her level, to which could be another person holding back their own strength, only to be on her level. But the one that piqued her interest the most was astronomical. A Pure 100,000 power points. This she has got to see.
Trekking just a little bit further, Jihana finally arrived at the scene to find a masked moron and... Another heran? Oh god why were all the herans she met completely useless and powerless. It just felt like she was the only one who was worth her weight in salt. Yet, none of the two of them were what she was looking for, as the owner of the one hundred K was none other than a blade. A weapon that gave off power points. Quite interesting, but it also spoke bounds and leaps about the other morons she was picking up on her mask...
She only stood there, looking down at the sight before her, she decided to remain silent until she was spoken to, as she was seeing whether or not she was needed here, or if she could continue onto the next village.
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Post by Azguard on Dec 22, 2016 15:55:39 GMT
Power Level: 26,621
Word Count: 527
‘Azguard should never have come out here…,’ echoed silent words. The Fortune-Teller’s Desert was not exactly a nice place to live, as proven by arid landscape and the blistering heat of the sun above. Fortunately – and perhaps somewhat coincidentally – said sun’s red heat was rapidly waning, much to Azguard’s adoration. The amorphous ambulance’s most recent travels across the globe had delivered its blessings unto interesting environments, but none quite matched the inhospitable nature of arid subtropical climes. Such a lack of water was punishing, but what was perhaps even more horrid was the sheer lack of bacterial agents!
‘Is it cooling down now?’ it questioned, allowing gravity to take a few of the reins. The descent was slow and steady, the Bio-Android watching the landscape below for anything that might have indicated a bacterial or fungal colony. Or, perhaps, some source of water? Liquid would have been an excellent addition right about now. This time, luck took a different turn. Rather than water, the wandering wonder’s mind picked up something else – a shout.
‘Who is Chai?’ Azguard quizzed, noting the clarity of the words. There was only one ability known to the nascent panacea that could manage such clarity at such distance, and that was the very same method that it used to commune with others. Whoever was calling for ‘Chai’ was capable of telepathy. Walker had been the same and, lacking a proper mouth or vocal apparatus, Azguard was no different. These words resounded deeper than normal, proximal and crisp.
As it approached, its little eyes spied various figures, all converging. From different directions they came, all seemed to have been drawn in by the same evocation, but not a one was familiar to Azguard’s eyes. It descended further, shifting its Plasm from cigar-like in shape and length to something a little more spherical, cushioning itself as it crashed clumsily into the desert dust. Under normal circumstances, it would have bounced, but the environment proved to be a thorn in the bubbly being’s side. A whole third of its gelatinous volume buried itself in the sun-baked sands, much to its dismay, and caught the creature entirely off-guard.
‘Oh! This is not good,’ the blob thought aloud, trying to fly itself back up a few feet to escape the sandy tomb. It ended up dragging some of the desert with it, amber grains enveloped in congealing ooze proving to be something of an obstacle for the awkward orderly as it tried to morph its exterior into something more suited for standing. But, alas, it was no use. The arid particles were trapped inside, clumping together and obstructing its putty-like physiology. This pudding had been caked!
‘Umm, hello,’ Azguard greeted, the Core looking towards the nearest souls. They were a good few dozen yards away – whether or not they had even noticed the malleable medic’s presence was unknown. Hopefully, its psychic speech would tip them off, because moving properly outside of flight was near impossible right now. Indeed, even as it tried, it ended up rolling itself up further in an obscuring veil of sandy dirt. Never had the creature felt so claustrophobic within its natural confines…
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Post by Chai on Dec 22, 2016 18:49:28 GMT
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CELESTIAL EVENT: Celestial Event C TAGS: OOC NOTES: -evil laughter-KEY
'Guardia's Telepathy'
'Guardia's Thoughts'
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And just like that, people flocked to the shouting sword demon, but there was still no sign of Chai- the one person Guardia had been calling for in the first place. A telepathic voice rang in response to Guardia first, inquiring who Chai was. The sword spoke, speaking to the mystery questioner, Azguard, alone now. 'He's my partner. He went missing this morning...' Sighing once more in annoyance with all this newfound attention, the sword would eye the first man to approach, who simply call out two the sword, confused. Turning towards the man, Guardia floated into the air and soared towards him, hilt first. Floating right up into the oddly dressed human's face, Guardia's eye would narrow as his form floated inches from the man's face for a few moments. After flying around the man and inspecting him for any weak points he could exploit should conflict arise, the sword would finally float back and speak in the same telepathic voice that called out earlier. 'Oi.' The blade spoke in a blunt tone void of any clear emotion.
Perking up a little upon hearing a somewhat distant, yet familiar voice, Guardia would quickly tear his attention away from Big Train and soar into the air without a word. Collan would soon see a rainbow trail of ki fly up and around him before fading to reveal Chai's partner- but where was Chai? Shaking his form, the sword quickly greeted his friend. 'Allo, Collan! Mind giving a sword a helping hand?' The blade spoke, still hovering in the air and keeping his form afloat with telekinesis. It took much more focus than normal flight, but it was possible with an inanimate body. Sighing, a glum expression crossed the blade's single eye as he spoke to Collan alone. 'Chai's gone missing! I just woke up and bada-bing-bada-BOOMSH, ominous bloody trail that led out to the desert.' Guardia spoke, swinging his blade around in exaggeration. Shaking his form like a head, the blade would begin to conclude his thoughts. 'So, mind giving me some help? You're frankly one of the only people I'm capable of trusting in this weirdo universe.' The blade spoke, blinking and awaiting Collan's response. Should he agree, a look of happiness would cross the sword's eye. Should the hybrid decide not too for some reason, Guardia would look quite confused. Either way, the blade would snap back to reality when he heard a voice demanding his attention. Before the parallel version of Guardia's friend could ask the blade any more questions about the situation, the sword would fly back to the ground.
Chikara would her a quick whoosh before Guardia dropped from the sky at a breakneck pace, stopping inches from the ground before hovering a few inches from the Heran. Floating over to the Heran and probably in his personal space, the sapient sword would speak once more with his telepathy. ''Allo. I'm busy with a search and rescue mission, so make this snappy. What do you want?' Guardia inquired to Chikara alone with his telepathy, narrowing his single eye as it twitched a little. Why were many people showing up in the middle of the godforsaken desert showing up for no good reason?! Pouting a little, the sword caught eye of yet another figure in the light winds of the desert. This one appeared to be some kind of masked Heran with a rather skimpy choice of clothing. 'Oh for the love of the kais above, what in the name of Beelzebub are you all doing out here?! You pop up like ants!' Guardia spoke to the entire group, rolling backwards and doing a little flip in the air. 'So, you got a name, stranger..?' Guardia questioned to the blue-skinned female that just showed up in a somewhat annoyed and strained tune with false friendliness.
But no, this was not the end of people to stray into the middle of the desert, no sirree. The last addition to the group rolled over, covered with flecks of sand. Guardia raised a brow when the same owner of the telepathic voice that asked who Chai was showed up. It was... a blob? Guardia had never heard any blob species over his thousand-plus-years of being alive... Curious, the sword would float over to the blob and orbit the sand covered... thing. Attempting to pluck Azguard off the ground with his telekinesis, which would surround the Bio-Android in a light rainbow glow. Guardia would then try to briefly shake the blob gently to get the sand off of it. Should the sword's efforts prove frutiful, the blade would then gently set the strange creature back onto the ground. 'Oi. I'm Guardia.' Guardia spoke aloud with his telepathy, his tone more passive and curious now. He spoke to the entire group, but his eye was currently on Azguard.
Quickly snapping back to his goal, the sword shook his form and thought aloud to the group. 'Aaaauuugh! I can't get distracted by this! What if Chai's in danger?!' Floating back away from the group, Guardia floated in the air and looked around the barren desert, trying to spot any fleck of black fabric or white fur in the barren lands. The sandy air made it awful hard to see... Yet, despite the sword's efforts, he couldn't make hide nor hair of his companion. The sword could make out a collumn blocking out some of the sun's light, but that was it. No Chai, just sand, sand and more sand. It was rough, coarse, and got everywhere. Guardia hated the desert, but he had to find his partner. Flying back down, the sword spoke in an irritated tone to the group once more. 'I'm not sure what could bring a bunch of odd folk like you to the middle of a desert, but that is none of my concern. Move along now, I need to focus!'
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Post by Big Train on Dec 23, 2016 4:19:16 GMT
(You go, you get out of here with that Anakin quote! Haha)
Big Train would be more amazed by the sword's inspection than he would be intimidated. He would follow the blade with his own eyes, turning to head to looking over his shoulder and back across his other shoulder as the blade circled him. He couldn't help but be dazzled by the array of colors gleaming within the blade. Oh, and the eye. A moving eye attached to a sword was certainly interesting too. But then Big Train would open his mouth to ask Guardia some more information on what was really going on, still being rather confused. "Who-" but then talking-living sword just flew off! Big Train wasn't sure how common intelligent swords were, but he definitely wanted one now! Big Train would give chase after the sword, breaking into a brisk jog.
But every time he would get close to the sword again, the sword would finish greeting one of the newcomers and then fly over to the next one. Eventually though, Big Train would catch up as Guardia greeted that last desert traveler, Azguard. Clearly exhausted from all this jogging around. The husky human was certainly no fan of cardio! God DAMMIT. And then the sword was gone again, shooting up into the air! What the hell?! He was really mobile for a damn medieval weapon. But finally, finally, the sword gracefully floated back down to the sand covered ground. Big Train would be waiting there, hunched over and gasping for air as he forced out, "Hh-hey, the Big Train is here *wheeze* to help if you need help Mr. Swordman!".
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Post by Collan Vixen on Dec 23, 2016 21:51:25 GMT
As Collan continued on his little freak out session, somethi- er...someone familiar had approached. It was the amazing sword Demon Guardia. Thankfully he had finally managed to get the particles of sand out of his eyes, so he could focus in on what he was saying. "Oh hey sup, what do you need?" The voice went through Collan's head, as sudden shock came across his face. "H-he's gone!?" The hero in training shouted, this had come out of nowhere! "Of course I'll help! Why wouldn't I!? He seems like a nice guy, and I believe what he told me when I first met him. So with all he's done, I'll pay him back by helping you find him!" He punched his right fist into his left palm, showing he was ready for action. But that's when he noticed all the other people around, and all the other ones that came. Were these people friends of Chai, or just random strangers?
Chikara You're next! (Unless someone else joins before your post obviously). |
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Post by Chikara on Dec 24, 2016 7:02:19 GMT
Chikara finally got the attention of the mysterious creature hovering in the desert, though it was not what he had expected. The seemingly sapient sword landed right in front of him and demanded to know what Chikara wanted. The Heran fell backwards onto his ass when it came so close to him. He had never seen anything like it before; a sword which communicated with him through some form of telepathy? Was it man made? Or perhaps it was some sort of alien being? Very intrigued by this new discovery Chikara wanted answers to this questions.
Unfortunately for him, many others now decided to show themselves. For some reason it was as if there was some sort of party organized in the desert and now Chikara was busting in. There was an oddly dressed Human also tagging along, and perhaps was it a Saiyan a bit further in the distance? Chikara could also sense others in his presence but he remained silent on them. The sword seemed to be in quite a rush and ignored the group to go off on it’s own adventure, but Chikara was not finished yet; perhaps this sword could help him?
Chikara could feel a might force coming from the sword; it’s power greatly surpassed his own many times over. How is that even possible though? Chikara was flesh and bone that trained the grew stronger every day, and yet this thing was merely a sword? No, it must be more than that. If Chikara could wield the sword though, perhaps he could learn its secret? Either way it was a powerful weapon which Chikara did not want to leave behind, and so he ran on after it and attempted to grab ahold. “Wait up; I must have you!” |
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Post by Jihana on Dec 26, 2016 2:37:24 GMT
Despite having arrived and looking quite ostacious, it appears the sword stole the show from under everyone. The sword went around, making comments to everyone while a fat masked man chased after it. God that guy looked out of shape. It soon became Jihana’s turn as the floating sword made its way over to her, the being asking Jihana for her name. Recognizing the voice as the one who spoke earlier, she accidentally utters out in response, “Jihana.”
Realizing that she recognized the voice of this being, she started following it, as it seemed he was in search of something. Following it to the rather blob like creature, she recognizes how weak most of these people were, much unworthy of her time. But the sword right here had three uses in her eyes.
First being the simplest in which she sold it to the highest bidder, as a powerful sword that is capable of thought would fetch a high price on the black market. But she would have to deal with these mongrels that also surrounded the sword, making that idea much less viable.
Second being that she take it for herself, due to how powerful it was. However, same problem as the first, except with the added troubles of how this thing was looking for a person? Or whatever this Chai thing was. Then the third option that she will take, the one in which she helps it out in exchange for a price. Though, she can charge it once everything is said and done, as asking for money upfront is a bad practice.
Once it stopped moving, Jihana grunted out loud, “So Mr. Slice n’ Dice, I’m here because I can’t fly right now… But it seems you’re here for some other reason? You need help or something? I got nothing else to do.”
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Post by Azguard on Dec 26, 2016 16:51:35 GMT
Power Level: 26,621
Word Count: 631
‘Oh! What’s happening…?’ Azguard babbled. Trapped within a capsule of dusty darkness, practically glued to the dirt into which it had crashed so haphazardly, the malleable medic soon found its entire form being hoisted by unseen hands. To make matters even more intriguing, it also ended up feeling as if its entire plasmic exterior was being wiggled about, which only served to give the internal Core a feeling that could only be compared to being stuck in a washing machine. Not that it had even been stuck in such a device, of course, but it had certainly seen what happened to clothing that ended up within!
Fortunately, Azguard was not wearable – at least not in the wardrobe sense. Sure, a few patients both willing and unwilling had ended up encompassed by the amorphous ooze from time to time, but that hardly counted. The important part was that whoever was managing to prise its person from the earth was doing a decent job of dislodging the clumps of arid sand that had encrusted its outermost layer. From the equivalent of a Crème Brûlée to something a bit more flexible and wobbly, it was rather grateful for the stranger’s act of assistance. Still, dusty trails had managed to entwine themselves within the gel, but those would work their way out of its system sooner or later.
‘Oi, I’m Guardia,’ the fellow telepath spoke again. Now free from its dry crust, the Bio-Android was free to observe the source of psychic speech, and what an interesting source it was! A blade of some sort, sheathed in spectral aura, hovered in the air without any noticeable effort. A lone eye looked to Azguard, whose own trilogy of beady blacks stared back. Never in its life had the creature seen such a tool, let alone one with the capabilities of flight, sight and psychic might! The Core swam a circle once around its spherical confines, spying a multitude of other souls, but none were close enough to have pulled the Plasm from the sand.
‘Azguard is Azguard,’ it replied:
‘It’s nice to meet you, Guardia!’
“The Big Train is here!” wheezed a human, an individual whom the nascent panacea had spied previously. A better look revealed his stature, a mix of fat and muscle, which by all of Azguard’s reckonings could not have been all that healthy. Indeed, the man’s stamina was proving anything but exceptional, but that was not a sign of sickness or poor health. Any normal human would have quickly fallen prey to the stifling heat of the vast desert – even the gelatinous one was feeling a bit drained. Guardia’s psychic grip released, the Bio-Android’s own capabilities kicked in. Retaining a spherical ‘shell’, it decided that floating just above the dunes was probably wiser than accidentally absorbing yet more of the dry dirt.
‘Where?’ the ovular orderly quizzed, gazing about in search of this proportionally excessive locomotive. There was no sign of it. Back to the masked man it looked, tumbling curiously, and stated: ‘Azguard does not see a big train anywhere. Who is Mister?’
Somewhat ignorant of those around it, whose intentions were not exactly clear, the silly slime waited patiently for a response. After all, it would have been rude to ask somebody’s name and then turn one’s attentions elsewhere! Manners were quite heavily ingrained within the innocent anomaly’s state of being, which was perhaps a little more than could be said for the oddly toned people surrounding it. Even so, it was Guardia’s telepathic echo that finally brought the ragtag rabble’s attentions together.
“So, Mister Slice ‘n’ Dice,” grunted a masked woman:
“You need help or something?”
‘Guardia said someone called Chai is in danger?’ the blue bubble enquired: ‘Azguard is a doctor – they can help if Chai is sick!’
Chai
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Jihana (e6a419)
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Post by Chai on Dec 27, 2016 1:05:10 GMT
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CELESTIAL EVENT: Celestial Event C TAGS: OOC NOTES: OuOKEY
'Guardia's Telepathy'
'Guardia's Thoughts'
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'ExcuuUUUuuse me? ?' Guardia's eye would widen when Jihana gave her name, his telepathic voice now audible to the entire group. What. What. WHAT?! Jihana?! The assassin that served the president in his universe?! Guardia had only heard tall tales of her clean kills and assassinations. Unable to sense ki, Guardia was unable to tell if Jihana was stronger or weaker than her covert parallel. But surprise and shock was visible in the sword's eye, and a trace of ever fear, perhaps. 'You're... I... Urgh, forget it! I can't risk... Auuuugh!' Guardia fumed shaking a little and swinging his blade around haphazardly for a moment. Without Chai around as a filter, Guardia was risking snapping and revealing his big secret to these untrustworthy fools. Some sweat dripping down his form, the blade quickly darted off afterwards after catching eye of Azguard, wanting to put as much distance between himself and Jihana as possible. He couldn't risk snapping and giving away their earth-shattering secret. For Chai!... But it would be hard without his other half around. Promising himself he wouldn't crack under any circumstances, Guardia promptly took off at a hasty pace to greet Azguard.
After freeing Azguard from his sandy prison, Guardia, while still recovering from the shock that the parallel of one of their world's Bing's more skillful pawns was right in front of him, the blade would hastily lower his blade somewhat, as if giving a quick bow to the blob when Azguard introduced himself. Before he could say anything else, Guardia heard huffing and puffing behind him. Whipping around, Chai saw the same large man he greeted first. The man, "Big Train," said he was willing to help, causing the sword to raise his metallic brow. Azguard seemed to be just as confused, if not more than Guardia was by this stranger. Shaking his form like a head, the sword came to a standstill while floating up to Big Train and speaking in a demeaning tone. 'Tch! I, the mighty demon Guardia, do not need help from a puny human like yo-' Before Guardia could finish his remark, the blade would let out a shrill telepathic screech when he felt someone grab his hilt. If Chikara had tried to make a grab for the sword while he was chatting with Big Train, the blade would shake in the heran's hands for a moment.
'GET YOUR GRUBBY HANDS OFF OF ME!' Guardia's voice, now quite livid in tone, would echo in Chikara's mind as the blade squirmed around. How dare this puny heran dare lay hands on his hilt! Only Chai was allowed to wield him! The blade's angry eye lay for a moment on Chikara while aura flickered from his form... Chai was the only one worthy of Guardia's aid! He was going to obliterate this stranger that had the nerve to lay hands on him like he was a mere object!... But Chai wouldn't. Chai was kind- he wouldn't hurt a fly! Unless that fly posed a threat to the galaxy, of course... Calming down for a moment, but still fuming, Guardia recalled his partner's many acts of mercy, which all paid back in the end. Remembering when poor Hinawa sacrificed her own life and put aside her loyalties to Defrosch to guarantee their safe escape to another reality. Closing his eye, the sword spoke with repressed anger to the Heran, deciding to give him the same mercy Chai gave to so many others. 'I'll give you this one chance to let go of me, stranger. I don't want to do something we both might regret...' Opening a twitching eye, Guardia just hoped his act of mercy would not go to waste. He'd spare this Heran just this once.
Should Chikara oblige and let the blade go, Guardia would float a few feet away and dust himself off with his crossguards. If not, the blade would continue giving him a death glare. Jihana approached as well, causing Guardia to briefly flinch in surprise. Offering her own aid since she had nothing better to do, Guardia pondered for a moment. Chai gave his own trust to Bing- could he trust this world's Jihana as well? Azguard offered to help as well- the apparent doctor offered to help Chai if he was sick. Sighing, the blade would float around and speak should Chikara have let him go. '...Fine. Don't make me regret this.' Guardia spoke, closing his eye and mentally slapping himself for lowering his standards to this ragtag group of oddballs. 'And I won't be taking responsibility for you all! If you get hurt, that's your problem, not mine!' Guardia snapped back, narrowing his single eye. 'Now listen closely! Here's the deal.' Guardia cleared his nonexistant throat and straightened his posture. Floating up and hovering beside Collan, the blade gave the get-go to the group of misfits. 'My partner and sole wielder, Chai-- He's a ninja edgelord goat zoan with curly horns and white fur with a power level around thirty-nine thousand last time we checked, you'd know him if you saw him- Well, he went missing this morning. All I found was a trail of blood that has been long covered leading out here.' Guardia grimaced, still beating himself up over trusting these strangers. Chai rubbed off on him more than he ever expected... |
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Post by Big Train on Dec 27, 2016 5:40:49 GMT
Big Train would stare blankly at the bio blob for a moment before saying, "No, no, I'M Big Train, my name is Big Train. Anyway, it's nice to meet you, Azguard". Big Train would normally offer his hand for a handshake, but it didn't seem like that would be all that possible. So he would just raise his open hand in greeting. But then his attention would be averted to the Heran as he reached out and grabbed onto the flying sword. Yeah, now he recognized the man, he was the bully from the library. "It's you again, the bully from the library. Just let Mister Sword go and stop being such a damn bully". He would glare at Chikara, hoping he would do the right thing and just let go.
If he did, he would give him a slight smile. Maybe deep down Chikara was a good guy. Regardless, he would then listen intently to Guardia's words, nodding as he listened. This Chai character seemed really interesting, strong too. Perhaps they could be comrades or even friends? Big Train liked the idea of that. But Big Train was sure that he hadn't seen Chai during his time spent in the desert. Plus that trail of blood definitely wasn't a good sign, in fact it was pretty damn worrying. So in the interest of helping someone potentially in danger, Big Train would bluntly say, "Well let's stop wasting time and start the search for Chai! He could be in trouble".
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Post by Collan Vixen on Dec 29, 2016 4:27:31 GMT
As time went on, more strange people showed up. To be fair, Collan couldn't judge who was weird or not with his life. But still, things did seem weird with these guys. One of them literally tried keep Guardia! Then there was also some blue woman, and for some reason, not sure what, he only now noticed the being that looked like it was made of jelly. But then, Guardia started speaking to everyone. Their words definitely weren't threats, but Collan still knew the sword of a friend was serious. So after he was done, the hero in training obviously followed and flew next to them, whispering to Guardia. "Okay, don't get more wrong here, the more help the better but...are you sure you're okay with these guys helping?"He looked around at all the people who showed up, continuing on. "We've got some wrestler lookin' guy who I'm stronger than, two blue women, and one of them looks like they came from an apocalypse, and a floating piece of Jello. Yeah, not the best group." Still though, he couldn't be mad at all, in fact Collan was almost never angry at anyone. With the exception of Jormungandr obviously. What was more important though, was helping Chai. So from now on, he'd tried to keep his mouth shut unless he absolutely had to speak.
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?' Guardia's eye would widen when Jihana gave her name, his telepathic voice now audible to the entire group. What. What. WHAT?! Jihana?! The assassin that served the president in his universe?! Guardia had only heard tall tales of her clean kills and assassinations. Unable to sense ki, Guardia was unable to tell if Jihana was stronger or weaker than her covert parallel. But surprise and shock was visible in the sword's eye, and a trace of ever fear, perhaps. 'You're... I... Urgh, forget it! I can't risk... Auuuugh!' Guardia fumed shaking a little and swinging his blade around haphazardly for a moment. Without Chai around as a filter, Guardia was risking snapping and revealing his big secret to these untrustworthy fools. Some sweat dripping down his form, the blade quickly darted off afterwards after catching eye of Azguard, wanting to put as much distance between himself and Jihana as possible. He couldn't risk snapping and giving away their earth-shattering secret. For Chai!... But it would be hard without his other half around. Promising himself he wouldn't crack under any circumstances, Guardia promptly took off at a hasty pace to greet Azguard.
