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Post by BloodValkyrie on Dec 12, 2012 20:13:13 GMT -5
[[ Let us see how long I can keep this up now. Everyone take your time. There is no rush to post so long as you do not end up taking longer than a week. Any longer and then there will be a problem. ]]
Command Center
Amuzi looked up at Colonel, a smile upon her face.
"She said 'in private', after all. Perhaps you can go and talk to your old friend now?"
The reploid had a troubled expression on his face, as if unsure of what to do. The sorceress placed a hand on his chestplate. "Don't be so worried. It may not be vital to the mission in your eyes, but I can tell both you and he are distracted by this. You two may as well talk and get it out of your systems so you can both fully focus."
That reasoning was acceptable. On top of that, although he'd never admit it, Colonel wanted to talk to Zero. He respected him greatly and was sure they could have a civilized conversation now that the Repliforce situation was no longer a factor. He nodded at Amuzi and faded away, teleporting to one of the upper floors.
Once Colonel was gone, the sorceress turned to look at Raiga.
"Now, what are these questions?"
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East Balcony
Yarashii was currently sitting out on one of the fortress' balconies. She was seated in a large white chair with a plate of food in her lap. Despite the balcony being outside, it was still completely protected from the emptiness of the space outside. The catgirl figured there was some kind of magic at work for that.
"Oh? What are you doing out here all alone, little pussy cat?"
She turned and saw the green-haired succubus from before standing in the doorway. A mischievous smile adorned her beautiful face. Yarashii's ears twitched at this, but she decided to say nothing about it.
"Morrigan, right?"
She nodded and moved closer, taking a seat next to the female samurai.
"Mind some company?"
"Go ahead. Maybe I could use some right now anyways."
"Oh?" Morrigan started. "Something wrong? Or do you simply have a craving?"
Yarashii's head snapped in her direction, emerald eyes wide in bewilderment at the succubus' implication.
"Not like that."
"Ah. Disappointing." The Darkstalker leaned back in her chair and looked out at the beauty of space. "Is something wrong then?"
The catgirl was silent.
Morrigan said nothing and continued to admire the view. Demitri sometimes acted like this as well. He would say he wanted company, but in the end all he really wanted was just to have someone near him to stand in silence. Truthfully, it was rather boring to her. So, after a few minutes, she stood up and sighed.
"I'm sorry catgirl, but this has become rather dull for me. Enjoy your musing, though. I'll be sure to not disturb you any further."
And with that she walked back inside, leaving Yarashii alone.
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Marisa's Room
Colonel suddenly faded in existence behind Zero, his arms politely behind his back. He noticed he was currently engaged in a conversation with Marisa and decided to silently wait. He had time, after all.
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Carl's Room
Suna smiled and wrapped an arm around Carl's pulling him out of the room with her. "We can just go eat! After all, Amuzi said there was food in the dining room, right? All we need to do is find it." She didn't give the undead man time to respond and continued to drag him out of the room and into the hall.
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Post by Advix on Dec 13, 2012 15:17:41 GMT -5
Kirby laughed and giggled as Marisa nuzzled him. He was glad that he managed to make her so happy. Her attention distracted him from the small black star still floating in midair.
Command Center A
Raiga slowly approached Amuzi, trying to put her thoughts into words.
"...Before I woke up in Racamgi, I was fighting my pupil, and he impaled me. I was sure that I was going to die, and I accepted that fact. I had placed my faith in him, knowing that in spite of our differences, he would always fight for what he felt was right. ...I thought I was dead, but I woke up in Racamgi, with this massive scar where I was stabbed. I guess what I'm trying to say is... were you the one who saved me?"
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Post by BloodValkyrie on Dec 13, 2012 17:17:08 GMT -5
Amuzi looked at Raiga silently, as if processing the question or contemplating an acceptable way to answer it. She blinked a few times before finally answering. Her expression was calm and collected, no hint of mischief, joy, or anger.
"Yes. If you're going to ask exactly how I did it, then you're out of luck. My methods for such delicate endeavors are secret. If you're upset about me ruining your peaceful rest within the darkness of death, then would I apologize for that."
She then smiled.
"If it were not for that fact you could be doing so much more with your talents than being dead."
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Post by Greed on Dec 14, 2012 10:10:25 GMT -5
[[ Urk, I need to wait for Tok on Yu/Jade's end, why D: ]] Marisa's Room
Colonel's sudden appearence in the room caused Marisa to raise an eyebrow as she held Kirby, causing her to sit up and place Kirby in her lap.
"Uh, hey, red guy. Think you got a visitor... friend.... something waiting for you." It honestly felt like something that she shouldn't really butt into, even though she was remarkably notable for butting into everyone else's business. This time, she just didn't feel like it.
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Post by Tokrochiru on Dec 16, 2012 0:19:03 GMT -5
Marisa's Room
Stoic as always. Zero could equate the Colonal's personality to a rock. A very loyal, and heavy rock. Never moving.
"Do you know what happened to her? What happened after I killed you?"
If he didn't know, then he should have. He should have known what the fighting between the two of them caused.
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Post by Advix on Dec 16, 2012 10:56:07 GMT -5
Rivera slowly approached the witch, lightly placed her hands on Amuzi's shoulders, and then gave the witch a soft, lingering kiss on the lips.
"...Don't get the wrong idea. I just thought anything less would have been an underwhelming thank you for saving my life. I mean it. I was prepared to die, but this... this huge adventure, these amazing people... Thank you so much for giving me this chance." She hugged Amuzi tightly, grateful to be alive.
Marisa's Room
Kirby watched the two robots intently. They didn't seem like enemies. In fact, he could tell they were friends. But there was a tension between them. Something happened between these two friends, and the thought began to make Kirby sad.
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Post by BloodValkyrie on Dec 17, 2012 18:29:03 GMT -5
Marisa's Room
Colonel knew this topic was inevitable. He had had a long time to grieve his sister's death and reflect on the whole event. His quick assumption that the Maverick Hunters believed Repliforce was a group of Mavericks had set in motion an irreversible stream of events. He was overcome with guilt once he realized this and the feeling was made only worse when the sorceress had shown him the current condition of his world. He was relieved to know Zero, X, and the other Hunters had kept it alive, but things could have been so much better. If he had not gone off half-cocked back at the Sky Lagoon...
No. That kind of thinking was gone. He was over that. He had accepted that he could not go back and change things. He had accepted there was no point in thinking "what if" of the past.
Colonel nodded. "Yes. I'm aware of what happened. We all made mistakes during that dark time. I have had time to look back and reflect upon all of it. If I were in the same position you had been, Zero, I would have done the same thing."
He looked down at the floor for a moment, trying to find the best way to say the next part.
"Iris's death will always pain me. But how it happened is something I now understand. I don't hold it against you, Zero. Not anymore."
Command Center
Amuzi's hazel eyes did not twitch and her body did not move in the slightest. She simply watched Rivera as she kissed her. She then couldn't help but laugh at what she said next, placing a hand up to her mouth in an attempt to keep herself quiet.
"Haha. Well, I'm quite glad to hear you're taking it so well."
The sorceress' finger lingered to her lips, as her mind wandered back to the kiss.
"By the way, you got that one for free. Any other kisses will come only if you go through the proper channels like a normal person. After all, people can't be allowed to kiss a goddess whenever they feel like it, right?" It was obvious she was joking. For the most part.
"Now, is there anything else or can I get back to work?"
Dining Room
Suna dragged Carl into the large dining room and the duo were greeted by the sight of Kazuya and The Doctor glaring at one another across the center table. The emerald-haired maid looked from one to the other and sighed, grabbing a plate and going around to the various kinds of food spread around.
"Kazuya looks like he's about to bite your head off, Doctor. Did we miss something?"
Carl grabbed his own plate and began gathering food as well. "We are on the same side. You know that, right Kazuya? Going around giving your allies the devil's glare isn't really beneficial to group stability." He knew the Time Lord wasn't a confrontational person unless necessary. He learned that much from their adventure in Racamgi. He also learned that Kazuya was confrontational. In fact, if the undead man didn't know better, he would say that the scarred martial artist was some type of villain in his own world.
Actually, now that he thought about it, that wouldn't be the least bit surprising.
West Balcony
On the western balcony stood two more otherworldly visitors. One was a tall woman with pale skin and a beehive hairdo, wearing a tight black bodysuit that exposed her back. She had a red gun strapped to each of her limbs and thin black glasses, along with a small beauty mole on the bottom left side of her jaw. The other person was a young man with blonde short blonde hair. Several bangs hung over his forehead but there was a particularly larger one that was shaped like a lightning bolt. He wore a brown cloak, very similar to certain zombie's, but on the front of his was a picture of two axes crossed over one another. His pupils were bright yellow and his jeans were completely black.
The young man was currently sitting in one of the white marble chairs while the woman was leaning against the balcony's rail, her eyes fixed on her companion and a smile on her face.
"And that is how angels are in my world. Truthfully, they're nothing like the ones in yours, Krizno."
The man laughed and shook his head.
"I suppose my Master and I werelucky in that case. If we had to deal with angels that constantly intruded upon the business of mortals just to slay one witch...well, we'd certainly have had far more problems."
"Out of curiosity...who is your Master? You've mentioned him somewhat often since we started this little chat."
Krizno smiled, always glad to talk about his mentor, and stood up.
"His name was Carl Makkura and he had saved the world several times. He was both feared and respected by the people. But he never terrified them on purpose. They simply did not understand that, despite his demonic appearance, he meant only good."
The witch was currently sucking on a small green lollipop as she listened to the lightning demon's speech about his mentor. She was actually starting to get somewhat bored, but what else was there to do on this floating fortress? For once, she was actually hoping some angels would attack. Hell, she had actually found herself missing Enzo's company! Despite the man being fairly incompetent and a never-ending stream of talk, she would have preferred him over spending most of her time wandering around the place.
Thankfully, this demon and his friends arrived a few days ago and she was finding some of them to be somewhat interesting. Particularly Krizno here and the older vampire man in the purple suit.
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Post by Jisui on Dec 18, 2012 0:18:25 GMT -5
Dining Room
A young man soon walked in the dining room not too long after Carl was seated, unable to hide a whistle upon seeing the massive size of the room. He was garbed in a simple blue, button up tunic, and rather ragged brown pants that seemed to have seen better days. On his feet were a pair of tightly worn-out brown boots, and the entire ensemble was capped off with a navy blue silk cloak that might have well been a cape, the way he wore it. Protruding behind his cloak was an arrow quiver, as well as a beautiful ornate golden bow. Although his clothing was rather motley, his appearance somehow garnered the impression of royalty itself. Perhaps it was his rather attractive face, soft and well-rounded with a mischievous grin, or his playful black eyes, which seemed to have a speck of crimson red in them, but he was no doubt good-looking. Yet, something more was contained in his posture, which seemed to scream nobility to others.
"Man, this is crazy... you see this, Tsu..." He cut himself off with a sigh, realizing that there was no one behind him. It's not like he didn't want to do this, but... well, it would have been nice to see a familiar face here. Everyone here was incredibly odd, even by his standards, and he swore that he saw a pink ball with eyes earlier in the day. It made it difficult to converse with anyone, and he couldn't help but feel rather lonely in this foreign place, without anyone he could trust.
Shaking his head free of doubts, he pulled over a chair, licking his lips in appreciation of the feast in front of him. For a former prince, his budget was surprisingly low. It wasn't often that he saw food like this.
As the man began gathering food however, he suddenly froze, dropping the plate with a loud 'thud' in the dining room. His eyes widened, staring straight at Carl and Suna directly across from the table from him. He felt his mouth drop slightly rather awkwardly as he did so, but couldn't tear his eyes away from the two.
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Post by BloodValkyrie on Dec 18, 2012 0:33:04 GMT -5
Dining Room
Both Carl and Suna heard the sound of the prince dropping plate, but only the maiden chose to react. She looked up from her meal and locked eyes with the young man across from them. He looked as if he had just seen a ghost or something. Which was odd considering the odd people in this fortress. She and Carl didn't look that unusual in comparison, did they?
"Just invite him over."
The undead man's quiet response surprised her and she turned to him. Carl took this as a sign to explain.
"The guy looks completely alone. He might've been the only guy from his world to get brought here, so yeah. Might as well invite him over to talk if he's gonna stare at us like that."
Suna pondered it for a moment. If she were in the same situation as that guy, she would definitely like if someone was friendly towards her. So she waved at the prince, beckoning him to join her and Carl at their table.
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Post by Jisui on Dec 18, 2012 0:50:34 GMT -5
Dining Room
If Suna and Carl were expecting the young man to be appreciative of their kindness, they were wrong. Instead, a relieved grin broke out on his face, and he abandoned his place altogether, moving over to the table and clasping his hand on Carl's shoulder with a friendly 'thump'. In his relief to find familiar faces, he didn't see the differences between his perceived friends and them, passing over the fact that Suna looked slightly younger and was in rather unusual clothing, and Carl had several more chains than usual. He gave a friendly grin to Suna as well, sliding over a chair and joining their table gratefully.
"Never thought I'd see you here!" He remarked cheerfully to Carl, before frowning slightly. Seeing Carl without her was somewhat odd. It was rare that the two weren't seen together. He was about to comment on that fact before suddenly remembering Suna's presence.
"Sorry, sorry, I just got excited to see you two again. It's nice to see you too, Suna. You look different today though... is it something you're doing for Zelos?" The man teased, unknowing of the true situation.
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Post by Shin RyuKen on Dec 18, 2012 0:59:12 GMT -5
A few moments was enough for Suna to quit pondering. At least, that what it would've taken for him to come up with an answer. And as snide as he was, he didn't bother to honor Suna's personal space with little more than a few feet of distance. The teenager tapped Suna on the shoulder and quickly slid past her, skating across the floor in what looked to be a pair of red and black sneakers, before catching a grip on a nearby table and swinging his body over it, landing cleanly onto the ground near the prince. Never was the boy a huge fan of royalty, and although he was of a wealthy background, it was never one he fully appreciated. He lived on the fringes of society and dared to cause trouble wherever he went.
Clad in a black T-shirt with a white kanji symbol painted on it that read 鬼 ("demon") on it, with red splotches resembling blood patterning the symbol. Over his shirt rested a silver-hued jacket with chains closing the jacket from left and right. Aside from his black jeans, his hair was black as well, and rather unkempt for short hair. His infernal red eyes were barely noticeable behind his silver-framed sunglasses, concealing his eyes with red lenses. His shades weren't enough to hide the smirk on his face, which turned towards Suna and Carl.
"Yo, that pretty boy with the long red hair?" The teenager muttered with a cynical inflection in his tone. "You'd do better off without him. Before ya know he's probably mooching some other chick in this shithole..."
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Post by Greed on Dec 18, 2012 1:08:23 GMT -5
East Balcony
The sky dominating the view as Yu stepped out onto the balcony was a beautiful thing. It reminded him of the pictures he had seen of space before, but more colorful, and somehow more fantastical. However, as soon as he saw Yarashii, the barest hint of a smile crossed his face.
"Hey, Yarashii." Yu spoke quietly, and sat in a white chair next to her, "Are you feeling okay?" It was blunt, yes, but it was still that twinge of worry, and need for some small courtesy, that made it so Yu had to ask.
It was at that moment, that Yu simultaneously realized again that he still wasn't wearing a shirt under his jacket. Which was open.
Clearly this was completely unintentional. At least in his mind.
Command Center
"Oh my, I almost wanted to see more of that." A female voice, belonging to none other than Yukari Yakumo, sounded through the room as she appeared out of one of her signature gaps, "It almost makes me wonder what the proper channels are, truthfully." The border youkai arranged her spacial distortions such that she could recline on them.
A coy little smirk etched itself across her face as she rested in midair, waiting for a response. There were things she had to speak to Amuzi about, but she was certainly taking her sweet time with it.
Dining Room
Jade strode into the dining hall, entering from behind where Carl and Suna were sitting, where quite a commotion was taking place around them. Fixing his glasses, he silently strode past them, sparing a strange glance at the blue haired guy speaking to them.
"... My, I just had the strangest sense of deja vu... how odd." It was at this time that a man in a purple suit seating himself in an adjacent table from Carl and Suna... with what looked like a glass of blood in hand. He gave Carl a long look, as though he might have recognized him, then shrugged.
"Hey kid!" The vampire in the violet suit lifted the brim of his hat, getting a clear look at the guy, "You could stand to be less clumsy, you know that?" Now, while the raggedy prince wasn't exactly a kid... that was simply a bad habit of this particular vampire.
Marisa's Room
Oddly for her, Marisa listened silently to what Colonel had to say to Zero. Death was something that wasn't ever on her mind, especially where she came from. But the way this man talked about it, about the death of this Iris person... it was some heavy stuff for her to digest. Or that could have just been those potions acting up again.
The last thing that Colonel said earned a smile out of the spectating witch for some reason. She couldn't really explain why... she normally laughed at these sort of things. Maybe made some lewd jokes. But nothing this time. Now didn't feel like the time to be her usual tasteless self.
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Post by BloodValkyrie on Dec 18, 2012 1:36:38 GMT -5
Dining Room
Carl silently stared at Tael as he clasped his shoulder. He glanced at Suna, who had a confused expression. What was this guy talking about? Was he mistaking them for some other people? But how? They both looked fairly different from the normal people this guy probably knew.
Suna spoke first. "Uhm...I'm sorry, but who's Zelos?"
She was then interrupted by the arrival of a man wearing shades and a red and black jacket. He spouted something off about someone "mooching some other chick in this shithole". Both Suna and Carl were confused by this, but the zombie spoke up instead.
"Okay, now who the heck are you? If you think we know who you are-" He pointed at Tael with his thumb. "-like that guy right there, you've got the wrong people."
East Balcony
Yarashii did not bother looking at Yu. She heard his voice and a small smile immediately appeared. Perhaps he could offer the company that Morrigan could not? She stood up from her seat, putting aside her empty plate, and walked forward. She leaned against the rail of the balcony and looked at the several multicolored clouds and stars of space.
"If you mean physically, then yes. I'm feeling fine. But emotionally...not really. Part of me is still in shock over what happened in Racamgi. That people's hatred of demons could make them go as far as to poison me, even when I was already a prisoner." She sighed and massaged her forehead, stressed from remembering that situation. "I mean, yes, they were corrupted by Amura and such. But, like with Marianne, that hatred was already there. It was already a seed within their hearts and Amura's magic just helped it sprout and bloom."
The Major sighed. "Even after everything I did for them, that all still happened." She turned to look at Yu, but stopped mid-sentence. "It just..."
She became silent as her green eyes were fixated on Yu's chest. Yarashii quickly cleared her throat and returned her view to the beauty of space.
"A-Anyways... I just needed to vent about that a bit. I'll be fine. You can go now."
Command Center
Amuzi didn't seem surprised by the youkai's sudden appearance and simply chuckled lightly. "By 'proper channel', I simply meant what normal people would do when interested in a woman. Nothing outrageous or unnatural. Sorry to disappoint, though."
The sorceress looked back at Rivera, waiting to know if she had anything else to ask or if they were done.
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Post by Shin RyuKen on Dec 18, 2012 1:43:55 GMT -5
"Whoa whoa whoa, now. We got badasses over here!" the demonic teenager outstretched his palm forward at Carl and Suna, gesturing them to back away from his flagrant presence. The boy was unfazed at their threats and assumed they were putting up a front to counter his mischievous behavior, but it didn't impress him very much. He knew very well who they were, a lot more than they had ever imagined.
"Course I know who you are. Don't try to trip me up, not knowing that I back up my boy Zagin. I'unno where he is now, though, but...I'd back off if ya fear what that guy does."
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Post by Jisui on Dec 18, 2012 2:03:16 GMT -5
Dining Room
"E-Eh...?" The prince's eyes widened upon hearing Suna's question, staring at the emerald maiden, staring at her with a confused expression. Who's Zelos...? Wait, what was going on here? He glanced at Carl, desperate for some kind of recognition in his features, but he found none. Turning around upon hearing a familiar voice, the young prince seemed to pale upon seeing Jade and Altair, instinctively going up for his bow and arrows before stopping himself. What... what was going on? There were too many familiar faces, but no one knew who he was. The odd shaded teenager that appeared next to him seemed to have been sharing the same problem.
"Okay, now who the heck are you? If you think we know who you are, like that guy right there, you've got the wrong people."
Even when he subconsciously already knew the answer to what was going on, the young man winced upon hearing the hooded man's words. They stung. After they had gone through so much together, he considered Carl to be one of his best friends. Friendship was something that the prince did not take lightly. So even though he knew that he was overreacting somewhat, his eyes seemed to narrow slightly, and without thinking, he rashly grabbed a fistful of Carl's cloak, and lifted him off the chair slightly with surprising strength.
"Hey, if this is a joke, then it's not funny anymore, Carl." He growled, before coming to his senses and dropping him, his sharp black eyes containing a mixture of confusion and hurt. "It's me, Tael!"
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