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Post by Kuro on Jan 9, 2014 17:02:44 GMT -5
"Oh? Mimic your earth magic? Why, I most likely could! And don't worry, nothing is too dangerous for inside! Danger is just another word for fun! And Iiiiiiiiii am the fun-master!"
Upon hearing Qi, he snapped back from his odd, spine-bending position and looked the girl in the face, crouched on the table in front of her. The wonder she had in her voice was like sweet music to his ears; it was the same kind of wonder children would usually have whenever he performed on the streets from time to time, and it always filled him with glee. "Why, I most likely could copy any type of magic! What kind of Copy Clown would I be if I couldn't? Just show me a spell and i'll copy it to the best of my abilities, which is to say, rather superbly."
A strange sort of giggle came from him, one that sounded a bit forced, before he continued. "Uh, eh heh, er, uh, ha ha ha, uh, er, no. My abilities were not inherited. Good ol' dadsy was an ice mage and dear sweey mumsy was an acrobat. Oh, yes, that was a nice old circus tent I used to live in. A shame it had to go down in flames, ah ha, ha ha ha ha, ah ha ha ha hah!" His laughter was a bit...off, for whatever reason. It certainly didn't sound like his usual laugh, as this one was less musical and more harsh-sounding like a crow's bucaw.
"Yes, incredible indeedilidy! Oh, just a moment. My clown-senses are tingling. Someone here - Well, a lot of people, but you know what I mean -is being rather grumpy..."
One incredible leap later and a clown suddenly stood in front of Beauty, his eternally smiling mask inches away from her face. He laughed before speaking to her in the tone that many people use towards babies and small animals. "Aw, is little Beauty being a grumpy-wumpy pants again?" He pinched a cheek on her face and shook it while continuing in the same tone. "Does Beauty need a clown hug to make her feel better? Or maybe a magic trick! Let's see! I think the last one I mimicked was..." Bubbles, right?
He pointed his index finger upwards and stood in place as a spout of fire shot out. It reached the ceiling and lasted for several seconds before stopping, leaving a now blackened mask and possibly more than a few singe marks on the face of Beauty.
"...Voila! Encore?"
Spider Thighs twitched in place near the cave entrance, occasionally muttering a few jumbled words about how it was hungry. No new questions, no protests or opinions, just hungry, hungry, hungry.
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Post by Hitotsumami on Jan 9, 2014 22:50:59 GMT -5
Elrond laughed as Alden walked by, obviously not interested at sitting at the founders table, but it was something he'd grown used to. He hoped eventually, one day, Alden would change his mind.
With raised eyebrows, Elrond gasped at Qi's comment about Joan Ruby. "W-w-what!? You are related to Joan? THAT Joan? I should have realized this sooner! Yes, she worked with my great great something grandfather. We heard tells that not only was she a powerful summoner, she was powerful in her own regard as well."
Elrond frowned a bit, remembering Qi's rather precarious condition. She wasn't like Joan. She couldn't rain her body like Joan could. Elrond wondered how someone as healthy and physically mastered such as Joan could lead a lineage to such a frail girl.
Elrond continued. "I also heard stories of how she was rash and unforgiving, if you don't mind me saying. I think you have a calm forgiveness in yourself. Something that can make you powerful, in your own way."
Elrond's quick burst of seriousness quickly changed into laughter as he watched Dofun shoot fire around, rather close to Beauty. "Haha, yeah! Take it easy sometimes, Beauty!"
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A huge smile came over Asmoday's face as Alden took the prepared lunch. She gave a sigh of happiness over his kind words and blanked out. It was only when Alden left and gave Asmoday the responsibility to show the two girls around that she snapped back into reality.
"W-wait, me? A-are you sure? I mean, I couldn't poss-- Oh, you're gone." She found herself talking to nothing as Alden was already half way across the room. She saw that Elizabeth had gone as well, to talk to a mage Asmoday didn't really know.
So, Asmoday turned her attention the remaining woman, Beowulf. "Well, Beowulf, I guess I can show you around if you wish."
She swept an open palm across the room in front of her. "This is the main hall, where the mages get together to eat and hang out and also the place Elrond announces new missions. We haven't had one in a while to be honest. This town just happens to be a rather peaceful place in the land."
She then pointed to a door on the left. "That door leads to the Guild Master's office and also to the men's wing of the Guild." She pointed to the door on the right. "And that leads to the women's wing." She pointed to a big double doors in the very back of the main hall. "And that leads to the main facilities and kitchen area. We have, uh, quite talented magical cooks as you can probably tell."
Finally, she pointed to the staircase that lead to the upper floor. "That leads to the rooms where the S-Rank live. Well, if we had any. Elrond hasn't made anyone an S-Rank as of yet. Above that room is the--" Asmoday softly blushed "--the attic. I stay there, with Alden."
It appeared she went into some kind of weird daydream before snapping back into reality. "Anyway, that's Renascence! Welcome to our Guild!" Asmoday felt proud of how well her speaking skills had improved and placed her hands on her hips with a smug smile.
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Felipe the Bird stood still as the odd scientist fellow examined him, throwing a flurry of questions at him. When the man was finally done, Felipe the Bird said, "KAW KAW KAW!"
He then grabbed a fistfull of worms and swallowed them whole. "YOU ARE BAD MAN. WRONG MAN. OF COURSE I BIRD. I HAVE WING. I HAVE BEAK. I EAT WORM. AND MOST IMPORTANT..." Suddenly, Felipe the Bird jumped in the air and started to fly around the room!
Some of the random mages would point and laugh, and Elrond got a big laugh out of it.
"I AM FELIPE THE BIRD! THE BIRD!!!!"
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Azealya Thorn absent mindedly waved as Alden walked by. "Nah," she said plainly, her eyes half closed as she watched the crazy spectacle of the big man in a bird costume flying around the Guild.
When Elizabeth showed up, she too greeted Azealya, but Azealya did not answer to her 'hi'. It was only when she announced her name did Azealya look at her. She moved her eyes from Elizabeth's head, down to her feet, and up again.
"I'm Azealya Thorn," she said. "Are you Asmo--. No, forget it. I couldn't possibly ask everyone in this Guild." Azealya realized what she was saying probably made no sense to the young mage.
"So you're new here?" she said, getting the topic back on track. "I've been here a few weeks, and if you want my honest opinion, I'd get out of this crazy house as soon as possible. Haven't had a single mission in weeks, and these guys do nothing but fight and party."
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Another knock came from the front grand doors of the Guild. Elrond mentioned, "Gosh, we sure are getting a lot of business today! Could someone go answer that for me? Welcome them in and make them official members!"
It was Celeste Chase, the young woman mage who had been watching Felipe the Bird fly about. She volunteered and happily walked away from the creepy man. She thought that since she'd been part of the Guild for a few weeks now, it was about time she tried to put up the part. This was her Guild. This was a reality, not just a dream anymore.
She reached the door, took a deep breath, pushed her light colored hair out of her eyes, and opened up the double doors. There, she saw Ian and Lakin. The young boy was actually her height, while the other towered her. She looked at both and gave a sweet smile.
"U-uhm, welcome to Renascence," she said nervously. "May I ask why you are here?"
Of course, she knew Elrond would want her to make them official members right away, but she had a better mind to find out what they wanted first. She had heard rumors of how Elrond had at one time accepted a couple of phony merchants. She didn't want that to happen and be her fault.
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The bear who had ran into Jupiter was no ordinary bear. Sure, he looked like one on the outside. He was tall, brown and hairy and had razor sharp claws and shiny teeth. But he was no regular bear. strapped around his chest was a large pouch, and one might notice a lot of letters popping out of the end of the pouch.
This was a mail bear. A group of rather intelligent bears had been found and the Magical Council had made them their personal mail men. Because of their ferocity and strength, they could deliver any message without fail. And that is just what this mail bear was doing: Trying to deliver a message.
Unfortunately, it didn't appear Jupiter was too fond of the bear. The bear noticed the negativity, and, upon instinct, pounced at the mage, striking its razor sharp claws through the air, hoping to slice the mage in half.
"ROOOAARRR!!!"
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Elsewhere, at the Crystal Cave, Astral Lance listened to his mages. Well, kind of. He didn't expect an answer from Apollo, because that could kill him. He also didn't expect Spider Thighs to say anything, because the only time he did was when he was hungry... As for Aether, he seemed like a boy in his own world, so there too, he didn't expect an answer. Now, maybe Azealya would say something to him, but she was miles away.
At least Elly was interested in the mission. "Yes, the Magical Council are there, but I doubt all of them are gathered. Only Rank 1 always stays at the Council. If luck is on our side, there will only be two or three more, maximizing our chances of getting what we want."
He then took the first step out of the cave. He had come here looking for his old master, and when he had not found her, he made it his mission to get her back, however possible. It had now lead him down a road he had never expected to be on. If only Pollux was around, he thought to himself in the back of his mind.
"As for how we get there," continued Astral Lance, "it is as you say. We walk. It isn't like we can take any major type of transportation. I'm a wanted man, and so are some of the rest of you. We must be stealthy. We must not let the Magical Council suspect anything."
He then took a breath and waved at them to follow. "So let's go. Let's find Asmoday."
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Between the Renascence Guild and the Crystal Cave sat the city of Era. It is here a huge curved stone erupts from the center of the city, and sitting atop the stone is the Magical Council HQ, where the Magical Council members regularly had their meetings. Not all the Council was there that day.
But someone was.
Sitting in the meeting room, looking over the city through tall, glass windows, was an old man. He had stringy white hair and piercing yellow eyes marked by the deep wrinkles that scared his face. He wore a black robe with a golden ornate design in the center back. Under, he wore woolen, patchwork clothing. A long pipe sat loosely between his lips and it puffed smoke every few seconds.
He was reading the newspaper. Although it wasn't on the front page, there was a particular article about how the search for an 'Astral Lance' was still underway. The Council wanted to keep it a secret from the public, about Astral Lance leaving the Council, but with Astral Lance's 'showy' leave, there was no hiding it. The article stated that so far there had been a sighting near a certain Guild... Renascence Guild, and nothing more.
"Renascence." The word's escaped the old man's lips dry. He knew of the Guild. He knew of the history of that town. He also knew that a messenger should arrive there today, calling Elrond and his mages to the Magical Council HQ so that they could be appointed an official Guild... maybe. It all depended on what Rank 1, Mark Nightingale, decided. And with Astral Lance being near them at the time they supposedly 'saved the world', which was honestly hard to believe, the old man was not sure if the Guild would be appointed official, or if it would have to be disbanded.
The old man then folded up the newspaper and laid it on the table. Then, he waited to see if any of the other Magical Council would enter the meeting room. It would make sense that they would, for he suspected Mark Nightingale would want to lay down what to come and what to expect from Renascence when they showed up.
Until then, the old man calmly waited. He was still new to the Council, very new in fact. He had only been a member for the last few weeks. After Astral Lance left, he was called to take the role. But while he was new the the Council, he had been a part of it many, many years ago.
His name was Jericho Edengrail, formerly Rank 1 of the Magical Council, and now, Rank 3.
He waited.
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Post by newb23 on Jan 9, 2014 23:05:31 GMT -5
Ian blinked down at the mage who opened the door. Then he took in the sight of the inside of the guild. Immediately disbelief appeared on his face while pure joy appeared on Lakin’s. “They look like family,” Lakin proclaimed somewhat childishly.
“Yeah, but sometimes family can be a bitch,” Ian remarked completely forgetting about the mage in front of him and only focusing on the chaos inside. “Perhaps we should leave Lakin?” “But I smell bacon and toast and...and so much other things we haven’t eaten,” Lakin cried out as he carelessly stepped into the guild pushing past the girl mage and running to the table before Ian could say anything.
Before you knew it Lakin had placed himself next to Beauty and in front of Dofun and began to munch on the food while laughing at the clown in front of him. It took Ian a moment to realize where his companion had gone. “LAKIN GOD DAMMIT!” Ian shouted as he too pushed past the mage without answering her question.
Making his way next to Lakin, Ian seated himself down and began to munch not really caring about the fact that he just barged into a guild that wasn’t his. If they wanted they could kick him out but not before he ate. “I wonder if the woman is a member of this place? Should thank her I guess. Pain in the ass,” Ian stated as he ate and chuckled slightly at Lakin’s smiling face.
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Post by crocoduck on Jan 9, 2014 23:14:33 GMT -5
Druid found himself annoyed by this dillusional man who insulted birds everywhere by suggesting they were so ridiculous. He had studied birds that were clearly more intelligent than this man.
And then he not only insisted that he was a bird, but he clumsily flew away, only further proving Druid's point that he was no real bird. Not with that kind of flight.
With that poor mood in mind, Druid stepped abruptly on the table, disregarding the plates of anybody that was there, and leaped off of it. As he did so, his entire body glowed a bright green before suddenly becoming not his body. In its place was a massive and ominous black, bearded vulture that glided its way behind Felipe ominously. Druid was not confrontational enough to actually fight, he just wanted to make the man feel inferior to a "real" bird.
So for a few seconds, Druid hovered directly over Felipe as he flew and glided, matching his movements exactly and completely overshadowing him, as the beast he copied was much larger in wingspan and size. If he was anything like an actual bird, it would have been an unnerving experience, as no bird likes having another flying above it, especially not one so large.
It was during this, however, that he noticed something. An animal he had never seen. It was clearly a sheep, but it had wings. Bat wings! It had a clearly unnatural look to it, and Druid knew instantly that it had to be a summon, for there was no evolutionary reason for such a body. Which made it even more interesting.
His body tilted and his wings folded, creating an aerodynamic spear that allowed Druid to stop his ominous gliding and turn it into a dive bomb instead, one that headed straight towards the sheep. As he descended, his body glowed green again and changed halfway between his original position and the sheep.
He was now a Kea, a medium sized bird that was known for hunting sheep, despite the considerable size difference. He wanted to see if, even though it was a summon, it would have the same instincts as to what was a natural predator as a normal sheep.
So with this form, completely disregarding any conversation that was occurring around the sheep, Druid opened his wings and slowed his descent until he landed beside the sheep and stared at it intently, inching closer and closer to see its reaction.
Druid would ignore absolutely any human comments or protests until either the sheep reacted, or the humans got in-between him and the sheep, blocking his view.
Regardless of what occurred next, Druid's bird head would turn to look at the mage that owned it and very abruptly, in a regular vice, call out,
"Can I dissect this sheep thing? I'd very much like to see its anatomy."
The voice would likely be rather shocking, being a completely normal, human voice but coming out of what seemed to be a true bird.
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Post by Mise™ on Jan 10, 2014 5:33:39 GMT -5
Todays dinner; bear stew. Even though Saturn's house had turned out to be in the condition Jupiter should have expected it to be, at least he could feast later on today thanks to this bear. All he had to do was to knock it out and and then bring it back to the guild. "Bring it on, dammit!" When he heard the bear roar Jupiter readied himself to use his secret strategy on the bear, strategy so advanced that a beast like this could never see through it, it was his personal favorite that had never failed him; the German suplex. And so as the bear ran towards him he was going to grab it and then do the suplex. That should take it out. Maybe. Hopefully The whole point of the bear being a mailman was lost on Jupiter, he still hadn't noticed the pouch on it's neck. --- When Dofun spoke of someone being grumpy Atre immediately assumed that he was talking about himself. Who else could it be? There was no one more negative than he after all. But no, Dofun was not talking about him and instead about Beauty. Even in his own game, being horribly negative, he got beaten. "How horrible." Was the only thing Atre said and then he had disappeared again. But he would be back again eventually, as usual. --- Aether was ready to go now and ready to bring his horrible curse along with him, curse that might end the Oracion Seis' mission. Even aside for being an ill omen to those around him Aether's carefree nature would probably end up being a hindrance to the mission. "Let's go find some donuts first!"
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Post by CJ on Jan 11, 2014 2:29:39 GMT -5
Peering up at Felipe and Druid, flying about the room, she thought about what Elrond said. She had suspected it for a long time, but now she was sure that her great aunt Joan wasn't as kind as she thought her to be. Her first suspicion came about what Sheep and Dragon said about her. Sheep, who could fly, thought not as gracefully, as Felipe and Druid, passively mentioned that Qi was softer than Pink Petal and her "former master." Dragon too commented on how he was never able to speak in Joan's presence.
For a brief moment, she questioned if she was going about things correctly. Was she being too kind to her friends and summons? After all, she had summons refuse to listen to her more than once, even if it was to her own benefit.
No, Elrond was probably right. She should be herself. She loved her friends, mages and summons all. To her, cruelty wasn't worth all the power in the world.
"Thank you, Elrond," she said with a small smile. "I certainly hope so."
She could barely think about Dofun's apparently sadness over the loss of his family home when she heard Sheep scream. Druid had formed into some kind of predatory bird and lurched over her summon.
"Sheep thing?" she asked. "Her name is Sheep, thank you very much! How would you feel if I called you Bird instead of Druid? Oh wait, Sheep is a sheep but her name is Sheep. Oh my, that is certainly confusing. That'd be like if I was called Human."
Qi shook her head, realizing she was going on a tangent.
"As to whether or not she want to be dissected is her choice. I'm her summoner, not her owner."
"Don't dissect meeeeeahhhh!" Sheep shouted as soon as her master finished. Her wool stuck out on all ends, with her tiny bat wings following suit. She backed up behind Qi and waddled away from Druid, scared out of her mind.
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Beauty snorted, sending a puff of air rebounding against Dofun's mask. She was a loner and didn't embrace companionship or unnecessary social contact. She came to the guild to get stronger, not to make friends.
The flames singed her curls and face. Her white fangs looked vivid and stark against the black soot on her face. Her eyes darted to the table nearby.
"Look how close you came to scorching those beautiful eggs!"
Nearby was a plate of scrambled eggs, nearly toasted by Dofun's magic. Beauty's back arched as hair grew about her skin. Her eyes glowed yellow, reflecting the clown's mask in her dull pupils.
"Step. Off."
Beauty jumped at Dofun, aiming to tackle him to the ground and punch him repeatedly, not to kill but to harm. She was in a blind rage over a plate of eggs.
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"Ponies?"
In the meeting room, a dazzling figure appeared from nowhere. It was odd and sparkly, but dull, as though it was composed of watercolor. The person was of unknown gender with pink, curled hair and pitch black eyes. Rainbows glittered from its feet as it danced about the room.
"Ponies?"
Bending down, Pony Love looked directly at Jericho with a u shaped smile.
"No ponies here."
Skipping toward the windows, it looked down at the expansive city.
"Let's go get some ponies. Meetings are boooorrrrrrring!"
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Post by Kyubey on Jan 12, 2014 3:18:55 GMT -5
Beowulf's usually keen mind was made dizzy by all that went on around her, for there was simply so much. One minute there were people around her, the next, they were elsewhere. Too many strange new faces appeared for her to keep track of them all, much less analyze them, and still none of them were quite the one she was seeking. And then, before she could so much as get a word in, she was a mage of Renascence. That was a setback, if there ever was one.
"Oh no, you misunderstand, you see, I'm only here to find..."
Before she could even finish, she was drowned out by cheering, and she was left wondering who she was going to talk to anyway, as it seemed as though Alden and Elizabeth were just about ready to move on. If she hadn't strode in with such a serious mindset, she might have had something of a smile, at least, as much of a smile as she allowed herself under her normal circumstances. The place was a frantic mess, with terrible organization that was enough to make one wonder how the guild got anything done at all, but it was a warm, friendly place. It reminded her of home. All the more reason to keep focused and stay firm, she told herself.
She lost track of Alden, but Asmoday was suddenly there, to show her around. A completely useless gesture, but a kind one, that Beowulf might be able to turn around for her own benefit. She was now, by a strange turn of events, a member of the guild, after all. Even if her target wasn't in the building, a possibility she still hadn't decided on for certain yet, she could use these people to get the information she needed. The man was connected in some way to Renascence, and as long as there were clues, a detective would always be able to find them. So she would stick with the plan: Investigate under the usual pretenses for as long as she would be able to, and then interrogate when necessary.
"Wow, what a big place you have!" she exclaimed as Asmoday continued to point and explain. It was strange that a guild with so little work available would be able to maintain its large numbers without falling apart, but she wasn't about to question anything out loud. She waited and listened a little longer and then...
Perfect. An opportunity.
"No S-Ranks at all? Really? But this is such a large guild, and you all look so powerful! Your guild leader must have some high standards. But... you know, I heard that there was a rather powerful mage in this guild, named John... Hrungnir, or something. Wouldn't he at least have reached S-Rank? Or was that just a rumor?"
She asked the question as innocently as she could muster, never letting anything telling show on her face. Or at least, so she thought, but Asmoday may have noticed the intensity in her eyes as she spoke John's name. Now, perhaps, she may get some answers.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Jan 14, 2014 20:03:23 GMT -5
Up in his tower, Alden merely busied himself with making breakfast for himself, with the groceries he had bought. Setting Asmoday's gift aside for now, he'd save it for later. Certainly up in the tower things were quieter, lonelier, but at least he didn't have to worry about getting attacked while making a sandwich. If the guild continued to expand in membership at the rate it had been thus far, it might be awhile before Alden showed his face at the big get togethers.
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"O-Oh... thanks."
Elly wasn't sure what to make of Apollo's gift, though she could make a guess that it might have something to do with the job they'd be doing. She wasn't the most up to date on current events, was it perhaps that the council building had some sound-based defenses in place, or that one of the members was a dangerous sonic mage? She didn't have much time to ponder on the matter though, but she was thankful nonetheless, both at the gift and at having someone kind she could relate to like Apollo there.
"As for how we get there, it is as you say. We walk. It isn't like we can take any major type of transportation. I'm a wanted man, and so are some of the rest of you. We must be stealthy. We must not let the Magical Council suspect anything."
"Oh, well that's simple enough I guess. Is it wrong that I thought you'd have like... some magic airship or a walking building with big arms and legs? Or, or..."
Grabbing onto the wall to pull herself to her feet, Elly followed after, musing aloud about her various expectations about the group and its capabilities. She realized it had only just recently been established, but a part of her had something of an idea as to what a group like this was supposed to be like and what it was capable of.
It was a nice distraction as well, considering she thought they would have made her take them to where they wanted to go. In truth she could bring other people and things with her when she "walked" from place to place, but it seemed the others were not curious to find out or simply did not care. A relief then, since it required close contact on her part, and so she wouldn't need to give the spider monster a hug in order to warp from here to Era. That, and she hadn't actually traveled like a normal person in a long time so it might be a nice experience.
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Post by Kuro on Jan 16, 2014 15:28:08 GMT -5
Dofun made no attempt to dodge or block Beauty's leap and was soon on the floor, getting his face pummelled as he yelped and shouted at each hit in an exaggeratted and comical manner. After all, so many people looooooove slapstick, and he was no stranger to the occasional display of comedic violence! He practically saw the whole thing as a ga-
CRACK
"Eh?"
Dofun caught one of Beauty's fists, although he was only able to do this after several failed attempts. The other hand he used to slowly bring his gloved finger to his mask, where he felt something off. There was a crack, a large one, practically a fissure in the smooth white face. He slid his finger along it until it reached one of the small crescents that were his eye holes. With a shudder, he knew that the crack had apparently gone from the corner of his eye and then downwards in an erratic but vertical manner, all the way down to the bottom of the mask.
His mask was crying.
"..." Beauty, from her proximity to the clown, would be able to see traces of the eyes behind the crescent eye-holes of his mask. She would see the pupils staring at her, the veins starting to spread through the whites of his eyes.
"..." Although Dofun's physical strength was laughable at best, his grip on Beauty's hand tightened. His breaths became heavy and slow as his hands trembled.
"I..." His other hand, now on the floor, shook as flame began to spurt from its tips and dance around his fingers.
"...Okay! show's over!" Dofun pushed himself across the floor and slid out from the whole affair, standing up with a hand to his face. "See you all later, my audience! A ha ha hah." One of the most obviously nervous laughs ever. "Simply suffering some t-technical difficulties, enjoy the intermission!" He was practically running up the stairs while speaking those last couple of words, and moments later a door slammed shut upstairs, although such a noise was easily drowned out and ignored amongst all the noise of the party.
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Post by Hitotsumami on Jan 17, 2014 11:42:29 GMT -5
Elrond saw Celeste allow in two new mages, so he took it upon himself to personally greet them. "Excuse me," he said to the others as he stood from his seat. He walked over to Ian and Lakin as they chowed down on the Guild's breakfast. "I see you're enjoying yourself!" said Elrond. "Well, welcome to the Guild! What brings you to my Guild, though? What do you wish to accomplish?"
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Asmoday listened to Beowulf's inquiry and shook her head. "No, I don't think we have a John here at Renascence...Oh, wait! Elrond talks about him sometimes. He joined and left before I became part of the Guild, so I'm afraid I don't know much about him. Why... are you looking for him?"
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Jupiter's suplex upon the mail bear was a success. It would later come to light that this was a rather new mail bear, and thus, his training in martial arts had not been complete, so he was easily defeatable by the powerful mage.
However, the bear knew his job had to be completed. That was his one main goal. So, with a shaky paw, he pulled out a scroll and tossed it to Jupiter. Upon the front of the scroll could be read: "To Elrond, Guild Master of the Renascence Guild. From The Magical Council of Era."
"Please, deliver it," muttered the bear, hoping that the mage would at least finish his goal.
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"Airships?" asked Astral Lance with a chuckle. "Oh, you can have all the airships you want when this battle is over. Now, let's move out!"
The group took a slight detour to a small village and bought some donuts for Aether.
And then, eventually, the town of Era grew into view. Astral Lance led the group around the outskirts of the city, to a huge boulder sitting on the ground. Astral Lance placed two hands upon the boulder, and a second later it shattered into pieces. Underneath the boulder could be seen a tunnel, supported by wooden boards.
"This is the first tunnel," he said. "We don't need to cause a lot of noise. We just have to collapse it from the inside. Any volunteers?"
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Elsewhere, at the Magical Council HQ in Era, Jericho smiled when he saw Eliza.
"Greetings, Eliza. Of course ponies would be nice, but I hear we're meeting some special mages today. I suggest we go pony hunting tomorrow." With that, he took another puff from his pipe.
"WHERE IS EVERYONE!?" yelled Mark Nightingale, Rank 1 of the Magical Council. His face was steaming red. "I called all of the Magical Council here for a special meeting, yet only two have arrived? Insolence! Pure insolence!"
Mark sighed and made his way over to his seat. He sat down and crossed his arms.
"Relax," said Jericho. "I'm sure the others will come soon enough. The day is still early."
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Post by newb23 on Jan 17, 2014 14:37:33 GMT -5
Ian scoffed somewhat at the man who had now just approached him and Lakin. Lakin had been enjoying the antics of Beauty and Dofun until Dofun got up the crack in his mask very apparent and left. Lakin sighed somewhat disappointingly and turned towards Elrond. “We’re here because of the food sir!” Lakin shouted so he could be heard. Turning quickly to Lakin, Ian huffed, “What are you doing?” “Introducing us because if you do we won’t be able to eat.” Lakin said quickly.
Turning back towards Elrond Lakin waved slightly before continuing, “We smelled good food today and a couple of days ago a lady told us about a place to stay. A guild. I think it was this guild? Anyways so here we be….oh before I say anythin’ else do you get along with the magical council? It’s important to us what that answer might be.
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Post by Mise™ on Jan 17, 2014 15:29:15 GMT -5
As expected, supplexing a bear felt really amazing and manly, but the fun did not last too long and the bear didn't seem too damaged by it. "What the hell?" Jupiter did not expect to hear the bear speak nor did he expect it to be delivering a letter to Elrond. Why didn't they use the regular mail or fax like everyone else? Or if they wanted animals to deliver them, how about carrier pigeons? "Ehh... I guess..." Suddenly his meal turned out to be more than just a mindless beast and Jupiter wasn't sure what to think about this. Or more accurately if he should still eat it. Bear stew was delicious, but maybe he should skip it this time. In the end he let the poor bear go after with only a bump to its head from getting supplexed, which was certainly much better than getting eaten. Eating magic council employees was probably illegal anyway. --- A little while later Jupiter arrived back to the guild house kicking the door open and then looking at all the hassle that was going on. Looking for Elrond among all these people might take a while so instead he decided to just call him. "Hey, boss! Get over here! I got somethin' for ya!" --- Along the way to Era Aether had gotten himself a large bag of donuts like he said he would. When Astral asked about volunteers to destroy the tunnel Aether seemed to ignore him. Maybe he couldn't have destroyed it anyway as so far Aether had not displayed any strength or abilities at all and even his immortality was pretty questionable. --- Magic council number 2, lord Lafite Penfold had sent a message to his fellow councilmen that he would likely not be here for the meeting today, which was pretty common. In fact lord Penfold had maybe the lowest attendance of the council members. He was a very busy man, after all. --- Meanwhile at a very special bathroom of the magic council building a young man was doing what people usually do there and sitting on a toilet. What made this bathroom special was that it was both very fancy and only ranked council members were allowed to enter here. The young man was dressed in a long sleeved shirt, with golden buttons and a large golden star on the back. The shirt was mostly white, with also a little bit of black there. He also wore matching pants, with the same color scheme, or at least normally did as he had his pants down right now, for obvious reason. Besides these the man wore a pretty normal looking shoes and that is about it. The man had average length black hair and he looked to be quite short. While doing his business' the young man was reading what appeared to be today's newspaper as well as whistling quite loudly. Azriel Dominion Magic Council Rank: 9 Magic: Angel Soul |
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Post by Crocoduck-1 on Jan 17, 2014 22:47:47 GMT -5
Druid tsk'd audibily, clearly disappointed at the mage's response. His head cocked slightly in her direction, as bird heads tend to do. How was the sheep supposed to choose? It was a sh- OHMYGOD IT CAN TALK.
Druid's bird body glowed a bright green yet again for a moment, before there was a slight "pop" and where there was once a bird, there was now a sheep. A sheep that looked exactly like the sheep in question, minus the bat wings.
"Here's the interesting thing. The talking in and of itself, is of course, fascinating." Druid was clearly talking mostly to himself now, he had returned to completely disregarding the mages around him and was now focusing on the sheep. "But such commnication is plausible, as all mammals have the ability to make sounds and all they would need to truly speak would be the required intelligence. No, what's TRULY baffling, " Druid the sheep now moved closer to the summon, staring intently at its wings. "Are those wings. Those are clearly bat wings, which is baffling because bat wings are homologous to human hands, or any mammalian hand, for that matter. Their wings are our digits with specialized tissue between them, connected to very powerful muscles. Yet, this sheep has a set of bat wings AND four legs. Which means it has two extra "hands" and two extra set of digits, which is absolutely fascinating.
Please let me dissect you. I promise I can probably make it so you don't die in the process." Druid asked the sheep sincerely, inching as close as he could while staring the sheep up and down, clearly having no grasp of the absurdity of what he was asking the sheep, or the sheep's owner, to let him do.
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Post by CJ on Jan 19, 2014 1:26:36 GMT -5
Sheep was visibly uncomfortable. Not only did Druid create an odd clone of her, but he also complimented her purely based on her physical structure. It wasn't like Qi's praise, based on friendship and love. It was for Druid's own gain and likely demented desire.
"Neeeeeaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" she bleated, trotting a few steps away from Druid.
If Druid thought Sheep was weird, Qi couldn't think of what he'd think of an unnaturally lanky woman with a snake's tongue, a girl with fiery wings, a man with a monkey's tail, a giant with a horse's head or a narcissistic seahorse that could survive out of water.
"I don't know much about anatomy," she chimed in, "but Celestial Spirits aren't subject to normal biological rules. They come from another dimension. Now, could you please leave my friend alone? Can you see that she's as uncomfortable as she is adorable?"
She leaned down to look directly at Druid from her place at the table. She wanted to reach a genuine conclusion for Sheep and him. As odd as he was, Qi did care about him. He was a member of the guild and thus part of a sort of family to her.
"Still, what you say really is fascinating. I had no idea that wings were like hands to bats or birds. You really know a lot, don't you, Druid."
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Beauty's wrath overwhelmed her, making her nearly forget why she was wailing on Dofun in the first place. Her yellow eyes widened when Dofun caught her clawed fist.
For a brief moment, she saw humanity in Dofun. Gone were the cold black moons that comprised his eyes. She understood there was a person behind the mask.
The beast mage stood slowly as she watched Dofun bluff his way out of the room. Her horns crept down into her head as she began to walk after him. She did so slowly to attempt to not draw any attention to herself. She glared quickly at Ian and Lakin for stating that their purpose was to eat Renascence's food, but she tried not to let her anger take her over again.
Walking down the hall, her nose twitched. She sniffed to catch Dofun's scent. A smirk came over her face as she turned to one door in particular.
"Ah yep. It's this one. Smells like clown."
She knocked on the door harshly. At this point she was feeling incredibly guilty about cracking his mask, the one thing he always kept on him. She wouldn't let herself apologize or accept blame. Her pride got in the way, but she still wanted to know how Dofun was doing.
"Hey, Dofun. Come on, I didn't hit you that hard. Get out here already."
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At the mention of Eliza, Pony Love disappeared without a word or animation. Eliza appeared in its place, incredibly small in her large council chair. It looked as though it was made of gum drops and other candy. She was old, frail and adorable, far from what was to be expected of anyone serving on the Magical Council.
"Hello, Jericho," her wavering voice cracked. "It's so good to see a young man such as yourself."
As she waved her tiny hand, her beady eyes reflected Mark's angry form.
"Patience, Mark. This meeting will come in time. You should appreciate the beauty of waiting. It calms the mind and clears the heart."
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"WHERE IS THE BATHROOM FOR PONIES."
A rather odd face peered down into Azriel's stall as he was doing his business. Pony Love had somehow gotten into the bathroom.
Sparkles and glittering images of baby unicorns sprinkled down onto the young man, appearing as dandruff from the illusion's head. Its glorious eyes looked at Azirel and saw in him the universe.
"ARE THERE TOILETS FOR PONIES?"
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As the Oracion Seis were brought to the outskirts of Era, a beautiful young girl met with Apollo. She wore a bright, sparkly pink uniform and wore gigantic circular glasses. There was a name tag on her blouse that read: "HELLO. My name is Casandra."
She handed a folder to Apollo, who smiled widely at the papers inside. If any of the members looked at his grin, they might have felt light-headed.
Casandra followed Apollo, but she remained just as quiet as he did. The siren shrugged his shoulders at Astral, not having much to contribute to the situation. He was a manipulator of people and couldn't do much physically without hurting Elly and other members. He didn't mind hurting Spider Thighs or Aether, but he wouldn't harm them if it meant Elly was in danger.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Jan 21, 2014 2:00:13 GMT -5
"We don't need to cause a lot of noise. We just have to collapse it from the inside. Any volunteers?"
"...well, I could do it. I think."
No one seemed to be stepping up to the plate at first, so Elly figured she could try now so that later, they wouldn't ask as much of her in case they needed to like... steal candy from babies or something. Rubbing her arms as she approached the tunnel, she stopped for a moment to look inside, half expecting some monster to come out and bite her in half. When that didn't happen though, she crept inside.
Once she was a little ways into the tunnel, she looked around her for a moment, made sure she was approximately in the center and then brought her hands together. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes she began to concentrate, and at first it appeared as though nothing were happening whatsoever. Indeed, if the tunnel wasn't lighted within, then it would be hard to see what was happening regardless. Eventually though, the persistent distortion began to expand around her, like a sphere moving outwards from her body that made it look as though one were viewing her through warped glass. Along with it came the humming, and the shaking, growing in intensity overtime till it looked like there was a mini-earthquake localized around her. Altogether it was a lengthy process since she had to expand her warp field much larger than she was used to, but finally she reached the critical point and it triggered.
In the blink of an eye, everything within the sphere of influence she had formed collapsed inwards, drawn by the force of warp itself. Such was the intensity, that even stone was separated from stone, the end result looking like a large hollow bubble suddenly formed out of nowhere within the tunnel. From an observer's perspective it might have looked like she was crushed in the process, but since the warp focus was her body, it looked like her entire form imploded into nothing and disappeared along with everything else.
A moment later, and some point about thirty-odd feet behind the others there was a sudden outwards burst of all the material that had been dragged with her in the warp. She had no control over this aspect, so it might require a dodge on some of the others' parts to avoid chunks of tunnel and wood being expelled at them. Either way though, amidst the outward burst of rubble once it had all been expelled, sat Elly on the ground looking a little dazed.
"Blugh... did it work?"
If her warp ripping the tunnel inwards from all directions didn't cause a collapse, then chances are the wooden supports also being pulled with her would do the job.
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