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Post by donald2 on Jun 10, 2009 22:50:49 GMT -5
Strange. This hadn't happened in a few months.
Outside of the Olympus Coliseum, a strange black portal had emerged. Purple and blue merged together in darkness, glimpses of a golden staircase appearing now and then. It was so out of place, so wrong in the desert setting. Sand would blow into the portal, and then it was gone...
Civilians crowded around the sign of Hades. Fear was in the air.
In the front of the crowd, two individuals stood. One was very red, another rather pale. Almost blue, really.
"That's the plan? Are you SURE?" whispered one to the other. This was rather unorthodox. It just seemed random.
"Yes, that's what the boss said." the other replied.
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Post by angelous on Jun 11, 2009 10:58:33 GMT -5
Anduras would appear in this world, as he would all others. He would seem to come out of nowhere, stepping out of the shadows. He began walking toward the crowd, toward the red and blue individuals, toward the portal. His armor, black as the darkest night, save for the red runes, didn't seem to glisten much in the sun. The red runes, though in reality they weren't moving, seemed to dance around on his armor, giving the appearance that either they were "alive" or that it was demonic. And the overall dragon-like appearance of it didn't help either. His black cape flowed to and fro as he walked, whether it was just because of that, or because of the wind wasn't clear. Then again, who would care. His weapon, though in its sheath clanked as it hit his armor. To stop the clanking he unattached the sheath from whatever held it in place, and carried it, in his left hand, with the weapon still inside.
Just outside the crowd now, he stopped. He cleared his throat, as if to let the crowd know he was there, then he proceeded to make his way through it. Soon he would appear at the front of the crowd, and see that not everyone in this world was actually human, and it was still normal.
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Post by Rocket! on Jun 11, 2009 14:28:30 GMT -5
"Eh?"
Weaving around and between people's legs, a small blue ball of fur wound it's way through the massive crowd of people. Surprisingly, only one or two shouts of "Hey, where's my left shoe?" were heard.
As the circle suddenly stopped, the alien life form known as Stitch revealed himself, unfurling himself into the 2 foot titan of fluffy blue monstrosity that he was.
In a poor attempt to keep a low profile-- he was blue-- Stitch had decided to go with a mere two arms while among the crowd here at this coliseum place. Thingy. Place. So, squinting his dark eyes, the experiment went down on all fours and surged forward, past the crowd, for the black portal thing. Place. Thing.
His eyes widened in awe as faint images of a golden steps spiraling... somewhere... faded in and out of sight in the swirling mass.
Padding forward, now on two feet, Stitch decided a closer inspection was warranted.
"Heheheheheheheh....heh...."
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Post by Beaver Dude on Jun 11, 2009 19:58:51 GMT -5
"You're probably going to die," the saner parts of Dee's mind told him somberly.
The Black Mage nodded as he scanned the crowd. He had been here once before. A little cup, a little contest.
"You won't be able to-"
It hadn't been so long ago when everything was neat and perfect and tidy and fun. The Universe liked reasserting its sadism, it appeared.
"-save them if you're dead."
"And you WILL die."
Dee had done his research. He had made his choices. The Black Mage nodded again and then carefully, lovingly, switched those parts of his mind giving him warning signals off. Sometimes there were no good choices, and sometimes sanity had to be left behind for something weaker.
Willows bent in the wind. Oaks cracked and broke.
Dee approached the portal.
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Post by donald2 on Jun 11, 2009 21:06:31 GMT -5
The odd pair looked at each other as the three odd subjects approached the portal. Nodding, they both rushed forward, the blue one ducking down while the larger, red man putting his best elbow forward. It was sudden, really. The three victims of these seemingly random attacks wouldn't have a chance to react. Anduras was tackled by the red-man, pushed into the portal, the large person following him in. As for Stitch and the Black Mage, it would seem that the blue man had simply thrown them in with his arms. As both were tossed into the black abyss, the attacker turned around, staring at the crowed. "Sorry, folks!" He soon followed his victims, jumping backwards. --- Rolling on the ground, the three stooges of the situation would find themselves at the foot of a rather tall figure who had blue hair. Blue, flaming hair. "Welcome to the Underworld! You guys want a drink or something?" And there was Hades, atop his throne with a bottle of wine in his hand. |
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Post by angelous on Jun 11, 2009 21:20:32 GMT -5
Anduras blinked. Once, twice, then a third time. One minute, he's standing on on side of a portal, the next, he's going through it. He had landed on his stomach, and had gotten up by the time Hades had spoken. Anduras didn't like the guy, that much he could tell right off the bat. It didn't mean he thought the guy was evil, although that much was true, even if Anduras didn't know it, it just meant Anduras thought there was something, well, off about this guy. After all, either his hair had been set ablaze, or that blue fire was his hair. And that usually meant they weren't the good guy. But then again, Anduras wasn't a goody two shoes himself, though he still did good.
"No I don't. Mind telling me why you were recruiting people to come down here?" Anduras wasn't sure just who this guy was, but from his overall appearance, Anduras would guess that Hades ran the Underworld.
"I'm Anduras. Not that you care. And I don't really care, but mind introducing yourself? The others might want to know." Anduras quit speaking after this. Now all he had to do was wait.
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Post by Rocket! on Jun 12, 2009 13:43:15 GMT -5
Stitch was up in a flash. With his eyes flitting to and fro, and the nose on overdrive, the four-legged alien quickly examined the immediate area, assessing the situation.
1. Sphere. Fell into? Maybe.
2. Two others from the other world. Not a buncha people. Planned?
3. Expected arrival.
Verdict: Trap.
His koala-like ears were down faster than you could possibly expect. A growl rose from deep in his throat as the cocky flame-haired person looked down from what was a very blatant attempt at a throne.
Squinting, so as to get across the severity of the blue man's actions to the foolish man, Experiment 626 revealed his two matching rows of teeth to the offender.
Of course, that was for show. The real intimidation happens right about... now.
In a flash, Stitch was up and moving, for all intents and purposes flying for the blue man. Without pausing, the blue fur ball hurled itself towards the foot of the throne. Screeching to a halt, and letting himself stomp once so as to provide some real intimidation, Stitch shot his arm up and pointed it directly at the flaming head.
"You trick Stitch!"
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Post by Beaver Dude on Jun 14, 2009 14:18:09 GMT -5
"The candles are blowing out..." the Black Mage reminded everyone, but mostly himself. "And the stars are following the candle call..."
"And yes, I'd like some wine."
Somewhere far away, everyone was blue.
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= A little Black Mage had met a little old Witch, once. She had a house with little centipede legs that never needed to rest or eat, and He had a small hole that went through the center of the world. They had been best of friends. Until one of them stabbed- loved? kissed? killed? hated?-the other quite by accident. |
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Post by donald2 on Jun 14, 2009 14:42:36 GMT -5
Hades yawned as his guests showed their own personal reactions. Mortals didn't like anything. Herc couldn't take it when he wasn't super-strong, and that brown-haired brat couldn't even stand to be without his form-changing things for a little bit. Well, today was Hades whining day, and this fools were gonna stand and listen to it!
Standing up, the death god tossed the bottle of alcoholic beverage to the short mortal with the hat. Wine wasn't that tasty anyways, but good liquor was impossible to get down here. By the time a servant got to the door, all the undead had either drank it themselves, broke the bottle, or something else that was incredibly annoying and stupid. But they stayed away from wine. Bad-boys didn't like wine.
"I'm not much for being flashy down here, so I'll get to the point. You see this thing?" Hades conjugated a picture of a golden stone, elegantly carved with the sign of a lightning bolt and, beside it, a trident. It was out of place, seeing as it was surrounded by the dark and dreary waves of the underworld's ocean. "That, my friends, is something my brothers Zeus and Poseidon like to call a 'precautionary measure'" Hades made some sarcastic hand gestures to show his dislike of the stone.
"That thing brainwashes some of my zombified underwater pets so that I can't CONTROL THEM!" His hair turned red for a moment. "Now look, I can't even go near that thing, because if I do, Zeus and his goody-two-shoes army are gonna come down into my beautiful world and wreck everything I've done in the past millenia. I want you three to destroy it for me.
I'll even throw in some pay. What do you guys want? Chances are, I have it. Though I am the god of death, I do have a secondary job as the god of riches, too, eh?" Hades let the smoke-image of the stone dissipate into thin air. He had tons of stuff back there in the underworld closet, surely these guys needed something...
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Post by Rocket! on Jun 14, 2009 15:35:59 GMT -5
Zeus...? That sounded vaguely familiar...
Stitch froze.
Hades. Stitch knew who this person-- this god was.
For once, he was grateful for Lilo's trips to that school place.
...right. Lilo...
Sullen, Stitch turned from the god's throne to the god himself. Without waiting for further cue, Stitch leapt for Hades' head.
Landing, and abruptly landing flat down in a not-so-smooth effort to put the flames out, Stitch pulled his own head down into Hades' view.
"World-- friend lost. Find? Save?" he asked.
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Post by angelous on Jun 14, 2009 21:18:06 GMT -5
Anduras listened as Hades wove his little tail. If he wasn't fond of something that two gods did, chances are, he was evil. But Anduras was looking at the big picture here, and by doing a bad deed, he might get something he could use in his quest. And this was all he needed to hear.
"Alright I'm in. I succeed, I get what they call a Keyblade. I fail, and I'm betting I'll be stuck here." Anduras walked over to the god of death.
"Where do I start?"
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Post by Beaver Dude on Jun 16, 2009 20:10:51 GMT -5
The Wanderer dumped out the sand and dust, hunting-searching-gazing for the message in the bottle. He found a whispered dream and two pearls:
Useless.
He threw them out as well.
"All friends are lost."
He might have said. Or maybe just-
"I do not breathe water."
But really, what he wanted to say, about a tapestry woven by three beautiful women with needle and string:
"Will you do me the same favor as the blue child?"
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Accident, you say, in that tone of voice that begs preposterous prepositions and dispositions. Accident, he tells, she tells, they tell. Accident - the heart says - firm, emotionless, dead and dying. |
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Post by donald2 on Jul 5, 2009 16:38:33 GMT -5
Hades couldn't help but find the first and last responses very typical. "I want a friend back, I want this, I want that." People and their caring souls. However, the lord of the dead cocked an eyebrow at Anduras. Not many people knew of the keyblade... Brown-haired brat.
"Alright. Lilo, Keyblade, some other friend. Deal. Now get working!" The lord of the dead snapped his fingers. Whisking the three people away in a cloud of smoke. --- The trio would soon find themselves inside a cave. This cave was a very small one, only stretching back a few feet before coming to a close. However, toward the front of the small cove, they would notice waves lapping the shore. A dark sea extended beyond, barely visible after a few meters. There was a small, wooden boat drawn upon the shore, a spinning purple orb behind it. The orb acted as a weak engine in the water.  •Get on the boat and explore the waters around you... |
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Post by angelous on Jul 8, 2009 17:35:08 GMT -5
Anduras saw a small wooden boat near the shore, and got on. He didn't want to fall into this sea, that much he knew.
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Post by Rocket! on Jul 10, 2009 11:27:23 GMT -5
Stitch promptly gasped. Jaw open, the blue ball of brute strength stood on all fours, shaking with agony and fear.
Before bursting out. "Water!!" he shouted, scrambling backwards and ramming into the side of the cave wall.
Normally, Stitch would just ignore the water. But there wasn't a choice!
Lilo.
Stitch's face hardened.
He would brave the angry waters... for her.
But that doesn't make him stupid. As he hesitantly approached the boat-- one that Stitch was more and more not liking-- he asked his companions, "If Stitch fall out, you save Stitch? Water bad for Stitch."
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I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao