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Post by --cato phoenix on Nov 7, 2016 19:53:40 GMT -5
(( back sorry I poofed. Is anyone in the house atm? I think I'm going to blink Arlo in. ))
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Lesbian
dawn
"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Nov 7, 2016 20:09:10 GMT -5
(raven;; theres a few characters in already o:) Madoka blinked in right as she finished transforming out of her magical girl outfit. She wiped the back of her hand across her forehead and gave a wide grin. "Good job today!" She let out a soft "oh" when she realized she had appeared in the house and subconsciously smoothed out her skirt as she glanced around to see who else was in the room.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Nov 7, 2016 20:14:01 GMT -5
( OH MY GOSH THE INTERNET WHY
I am so sorry for disappearing on you all, I kept being told I was online but absolutely nothing was loading and I have no idea why. I'm back now! )
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 7, 2016 20:16:47 GMT -5
The desert seemed very oddly quiet right about now, the only real noises being of the whistling wind blowing across the sands of the Zones. Since the Zones were expansive, it wasn’t too rare for them to be quiet, but not this quiet. It was almost silent actually. Usually there was at least someone racing down Route Guano or someone stopping by the Mailbox Shrine or someone getting hunted down by some BLI nasties or something that caused some noise.
But there was almost... nothing. Nothing at all.
That was until the sounds of loud shouts and equally loud engines roaring to life pierced through the odd silence as they echoed across Zone 4, soon followed by the sight of four men upon obviously stolen sportbikes - you could tell they were stolen as they so heavily contrasted the men riding them, as the bikes were monochrome and the men were splashes of bright colour - putting the pedal to the metal as they raced away from more people on sportbikes, now the same monochrome style as the intense firey machines they rode upon and Dracula masks on their heads, chasing after them came into view of whoever had been watching the skirmish.
A smaller of the men riding in front, with obviously long raven black hair covered by an off-colour Frankenstein mask and coloured by a darker green T%t vest and a yellow shirt, shouted to another with bright red hair and an equal blue Dead Pegasus jacket to “dust them as fast as you can”. The other man laughed and pulled out what seemed to be a yellow pistol-raygun, pointing it towards the people that were chasing them and pulled the trigger. Bright pink blasts of light shot out from the barrel of the weapon, striking one of them and killing them on impact. The one wearing the off color Frankenstein mask smiled at the other, breaking out his own - green this time around - raygun and taking a couple shots, the red light now exiting swiftly from the end of the weapon in hand.
But there were another two zooming down the highway as well, one with an amazing afro and an eyepatch and another with a shining red jacket and a yellow Starfox inspired helmet with the words GOOD LUCK messily painted in white on the black visor, and they seemed to be having a conversation of their own. Both of them knew they were terrible shots, so they didn’t even try in aiding the others who all seemed to be part of a team of sorts as they raced along the sun beaten asphalt of Route Guano, their tires screeching as they made swift turns on the old road to hopefully shake off the rabid wolves hot on their tails. But to no avail.
The two shooting had picked off a fair few, not minding that the other two were just trying to stay alive. The one wearing the Frankenstein mask was seemingly shouting loud and vulgar insults as he killed them, the redhead smiling at his friend’s antics.
But soon the tides had indeed turned, as the ones that were chasing them decided to shoot back.
White rayguns were drawn and pointed right at the four colourful men as they speeded closer to get a better aim, and blasts of equally white light shot towards the men as all their faces went a ghostly pale as they all frantically tried to combat this wave of hostility towards them, and tried desperately not to get killed yet. Even the other two who previously weren’t shooting had joined in, shooting wildly and trying to hit something. Sometimes they did, most times they didn’t. But at least they were somewhat helping.
But suddenly, the one wearing the red jacket felt an explosion pierce through his ear drums even through the hard material of his Good Luck helmet, and he found himself being lifted upwards into the air. His hazel eyes widened as he left his bike, noticing a well aimed shot by the people chasing him had hit the back tire of his bike, making it explode and launch both him and the bike upwards into the air.
“KOBRA!!” The one heard the redhead scream as he flew forwards, shutting his eyes as soon as he saw the cracked pavement come frighteningly closer to him, and hoped to every single higher-power (and maybe some superheroes) that he could think of that he would be at least be alive.
But suddenly, a very drastic change in temperature overcame him, which made the man wrench his eyes open to see himself flying towards - bookcases?! Panic overcame him, and he quickly flipped himself over so that his back would hit the bookcases, taking the brunt of the force and making sure his head would hopefully not hit the wall.
And then, his body collided against the bookcases with a violent crash, the loud noise resonating throughout the surrounding areas as the man yelped in surprise. His head bashed against the wall with a sickening thud as books fell around the man, the bookcases themselves threatening to topple over him. He fell to the ground with a heavy thud, lying almost completely motionless on the wooden floor, signalling he had been knocked out cold.
It was quite the sight to see, actually. His very warm golden tan skin went well with the red of his leather jacket, the left sleeve near his shoulder that was facing the rest of the room was emblazoned with the letters “K O B R A” and was proudly shining in a bright white against the black stripe following the sleeve. His neck, from what you could see, was shining from sweat starting to get cold in the temperature. Black skinny jeans hugged crooked knees and skinny legs, the clicking of buckles on his black boots being one of the only sounds that he was making besides his breathing. His yellow GOOD LUCK helmet shining a bright yellow, the visor itself being a heavy contrast. He sure looked strange to any onlooker, that was definite.
(dramatic oOooOoOooOOoOOoOps)
(it's not good bc most of it was written at like 3am on a school night rip)
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Lesbian
dawn
"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Nov 7, 2016 20:25:15 GMT -5
Madoka's back had been to the bookshelves, so at the sudden crash she jumped and whirled around in surprise. Seeing a strange man lying motionless sent a chill down her spine and the schoolgirl rushed forward, sliding down onto her knees as she got closer to his body. "Hey--! Excuse me, are you okay sir?" she called out, hand hovering a few inches away from his arm as she tried to decide if shaking him would be a good idea or not. (my post looks so tiny now omg)
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Nov 7, 2016 20:29:33 GMT -5
( one thing I find absolutely hilarious while scrolling though the joining page is that apparently no one ( not even the older members) have actually thoroughly read the rules lately xD or I really wasn't clear on what response needed to be put on the joining for regarding "Murphy's Law" rip
tbh tho, I completely forgot I put that little thing in there and just now scrolling through I couldn't figure out for the life of me why you all kept saying the same thing on your posts
>> Pete Everything here is dramatic, totally fits in don't worry about it xD)
Danny crossed his arms over his face and went intangible as a man flew out of nowhere and crashed into the bookshelf behind him. Spinning around, he stepped closer to the man, eyes darting across the prone body to see if the guy was even still alive. With the exception of one specific blinker, he had never actually seen someone die on impact form their blink though. Kneeling down, he reached out to put two gloved fingers on the man's exposed wrist to check for a pulse
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Non-binary
Tidestripe
Pronouns: he/him, xey/xem, ey/em
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Post by Tidestripe on Nov 7, 2016 20:35:54 GMT -5
"Did she let you borrow them? Big sis says not to take things that aren't mine." Flandre nodded affirimingly to herself as she spoke. She seemed a bit confused at the 'give them back when I'm dead' anyways; how could Marisa give them back if she was dead? The vampire didn't verbalize those thoughts, though.
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 7, 2016 20:41:19 GMT -5
It was clear that the knocked-outedness didn't last long however, as soon the man's brain kicked back into gear with a yell of "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!" and the man was ripped out of his short unconsciousness. His eyes didn't open however, and instead were screwed shut as pain racked through his body, mostly coming from his back and head. He was glad that his helmet had taken the brunt force of the impact to his head, but it still hurt like hell.
Keeping his eyes shut, he shakily stood up with a groan of "aw sh/t", apparently not feeling the other person's hand on his wrist and began to dust himself off. Sand particles flew off of him and spiraled upwards into the air, reflecting off of the light this room had, little relics of the place he had been in just moments earlier.
But, feeling eyes on him, and immediately fearing the worst (Dracs? Oh god not Dracs...), his eyes flew open only to be staring into the eyes of an unfamiliar.
The man panicked.
He backed up extremely fast, his aching back flush against the wall of bookcases, raygun drawn and pointing right at the unfamiliar with silver hair. "Don't you dare try and capture me or I'll ghost you faster than you can say Killjoy." His voice was no more than a menacing growl as he spoke, his voice slightly muffled by his bright helmet. His simple human heart was beating fast, his breathing heavy and short. Sweat glistened off of his neck, despite the colder temperature, as he narrowed in on the other. He didn't look like any Zonerunner he's seen... and could easily be someone from the BLI.
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Non-binary
Tidestripe
Pronouns: he/him, xey/xem, ey/em
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Post by Tidestripe on Nov 7, 2016 20:42:45 GMT -5
(Pssst, technology disappears in the house, so I don't think he'd have his ray gun x'D)
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 7, 2016 20:44:11 GMT -5
(Pssst, technology disappears in the house, so I don't think he'd have his ray gun x'D) ("Mechanical/electrical weapons or tools will either not blink in with the character or cease to work entirely"
in this case i think it's the latter (but shh my child still has to figure that out)
unless i am reading this wrong and well
that's embarrassing)
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Tidestripe
Pronouns: he/him, xey/xem, ey/em
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Post by Tidestripe on Nov 7, 2016 20:50:03 GMT -5
(Oh okay! I thought they always disappeared entirely, rather then possibly just not work x'D my mistake-)
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Nov 7, 2016 20:57:44 GMT -5
( As long as it doesnt actually fire, everything's good xD Tbh we're still trying to figure out a good balance between not having guns/machines blink in too often but still allowing sentient robot characters in. its a dance lol )
Danny retracted his hand as the man suddenly scooted backwards, then raised an eyebrow. "Too late." He chuckled, shimmering slightly out of view for a split second. "Beat you to it. Besides, whoever was after you probably doesn't exist here."
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 7, 2016 21:07:42 GMT -5
(rip kobra)
Okay, now he was starting to shake. What the hell? When he had hit the pavement, did the BLI catch him and force feed him some of their nasty drugs or something? Because this can't be real. No, it wasn't real. This guy couldn't have disappeared entirely, that was only possible in someone's drugged reality. The man bit his lip as he raised his red raygun towards the ceiling with one hand, determined to give himself a little jolt in the sound of the bang of the raygun to make sure he wasn't dreaming. His fingers closed in on the trigger and with a little click-
Nothing happened.
He let out a shocked gasp as he brought his raygun down and banged it once with his fist, whispering "work damn you!" with a panicky tone. No, this had to work. His only way of defending himself. He was starting to shake even more now, nasty thoughts of what could've happened and what might happen to his friends if he didn't get this thing to work. They could be anywhere right now... The man thought with a shaky breath. My fists won't do much against rayguns and masses of S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W! I'll be ghosted before I know it! With a defeated sigh, the man raised his raygun towards the ceiling again, and with another click, the raygun let out a pitiful noise and again - nothing happened.
"Oh f/ck..." The man said, seeing as his only way to defend himself was completely useless. Yeah, he could use it as a bat, but it wouldn't be that good of a bat, seeing as it only weighed a couple of ounces and even though made from a hard plastic, wasn't that big.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Nov 7, 2016 21:28:41 GMT -5
"Chill, it'll work again when you get back to your world." Danny said, standing and offering the man a hand up in an attempt to show he meant no harm. "Provided you don't keep banging it on things. I'm Danny." Redjacket apparently didn't come from the best of home worlds, seeing how panicked he was. "Do you have a name?"
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 7, 2016 21:37:27 GMT -5
The man just stared at this "Danny" person. Danny... that was no Zonerunner name. This all must either be from inside Battery City (God forbid), or truly from another world. And yes, he did take notice of Danny's "back to your world". He let out another shaky sigh, seeing as he had no way home right now, and carefully re-holstered his raygun, hoping to God it would work at some point in here.
Deciding he was too panicky for a rather calm atmosphere, the man took a deep breath and put on some of the sass handed down from his brother just to calm himself down and make himself feel more at home. "Right what it says on the t-tin." The man said with an only slightly shaky voice, pointing to the white letters on the sleeve of his red jacket. "Kobra Kid, with two K's. Part of the Fabulous Killjoys." He partly hoped that this dude would recognize that name because then it would mean he was in familiar territory, and kind of hoped he didn't so that meant that he was nowhere near the BL/Ind. Which was a good thing.
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Bisexual
Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Nov 7, 2016 21:46:45 GMT -5
\Noctin nodded. He would do what he could to help. Distantly, he felt the age old warning rising: Don't care too much. Care too much and they'll be like everyone else. They'll betray you, use you, play with you. Just help her until she's free and then leav-
No. No he wasn't going to listen. Not everyone was like the Hunters or the Desolates. Not everyone was going to try to use him. Being his own meant making his own choices. And this time, he was choosing to help.
"You're welcome," he said, then hesitated. He wanted to try to distract her from the chain around her neck and the horrors back home, but he didn't quiet know how. A story, maybe? He wasn't entirely sure how to offer it, however.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2016 21:59:39 GMT -5
"Did she let you borrow them? Big sis says not to take things that aren't mine." Flandre nodded affirimingly to herself as she spoke. She seemed a bit confused at the 'give them back when I'm dead' anyways; how could Marisa give them back if she was dead? The vampire didn't verbalize those thoughts, though. ..Damn. Flandre was catching on more quickly than she thought. "I always make sure I borrow everything. I'm not a thief," the magician lied, tossing a book at the floor. "Ya know, since I bet Patchouli would go and set my hair on fire for this, how 'bout I just give ya the books now, ze?" Hopefully the books'd just blink back out with her instead of going with the vampire.
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Non-binary
Tidestripe
Pronouns: he/him, xey/xem, ey/em
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Post by Tidestripe on Nov 7, 2016 22:15:18 GMT -5
The blonde vampire bent down to pick up the tossed book, standing back up and reading the cover once she did. "What kinda books did you take from her anyways, 'Risa? Patchy has a lot." Thank you, captain obvious.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Nov 7, 2016 22:17:00 GMT -5
The man just stared at this "Danny" person. Danny... that was no Zonerunner name. This all must either be from inside Battery City (God forbid), or truly from another world. And yes, he did take notice of Danny's "back to your world". He let out another shaky sigh, seeing as he had no way home right now, and carefully re-holstered his raygun, hoping to God it would work at some point in here.
Deciding he was too panicky for a rather calm atmosphere, the man took a deep breath and put on some of the sass handed down from his brother just to calm himself down and make himself feel more at home. "Right what it says on the t-tin." The man said with an only slightly shaky voice, pointing to the white letters on the sleeve of his red jacket. "Kobra Kid, with two K's. Part of the Fabulous Killjoys." He partly hoped that this dude would recognize that name because then it would mean he was in familiar territory, and kind of hoped he didn't so that meant that he was nowhere near the BL/Ind. Which was a good thing. (So sorry for slowness x-x I'm away from home at, will be back in like half an hour so my speed will pick up ) Danny gave him a look accompanied by a slight shrug. "Never heard of them. But unless you were messing with the Ghostzone in my world, I wouldn't have. I've never met someone else from my world though, so I doubt we're even form the same place." He gestured to the room around them. "Welcome, Kobra, to the Paradox House. Or at least that's what we've dubbed it as. Possibly either the best or worst thing that will ever happen to you if you stick around long enough."
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Nov 7, 2016 22:18:07 GMT -5
Anywhere I could jump in? Once I make up my mind on a character that is)) ( Feel free to toss someone in with Danny and Kobra ^^ Kobra's lying on the floor beside the bookshelves and Danny's standing next to him )
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 7, 2016 22:19:50 GMT -5
Anywhere I could jump in? Once I make up my mind on a character that is)) ( Feel free to toss someone in with Danny and Kobra ^^ Kobra's lying on the floor beside the bookshelves and Danny's standing next to him ) "Keeping his eyes shut, he shakily stood up with a groan of "aw sh/t""
psst))
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Post by --cato phoenix on Nov 7, 2016 22:24:38 GMT -5
I should be able to blink Arlo in pretty soon))
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