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The mods can move this topic if they want, but me, Vic, and Cat were brainstorming about at what point a story begins. Most stories, when I look back, have kind of a sad beginning, probably as a device to keep us, the readers, reading. We want to experience the completeness that the end gives us and a purposeful beginning.

So I ask, do all great stories begin with tragedy?

Examples: Supernatural, Harry Potter, and well, I'm sure this list could go on for a while and I'm a bit lazy so...

The sun is setting, making space for the night that is to come. Moments before the maze doors close young boys are making sure no one is left in the deathtrap that is the maze. No one survives a night within the large construct. Walls are shifting, creatures are released and traps are set. From the sky 2 lights get beamed down within the maze itself. Both Kanda and Jon found themselves on top of some elevated pieces of wall, across from each other. Neither one knowing where they were or what they were doing here. Perhaps another one of Omni's trials ?

Jon looked around confused, he noticed Kanda on the other side but didn't pay him much attention. That is, until a voice was talking to him within his own mind, "before you is your enemy, if you ever wish to see your brothers or Ingrid again, you will defeat this man." Jon was confused and looked around him to see where the voice was coming from, yet there was no one to be seen.

Kanda observed the man in the black outfit and let out an annoyed sound. "Tsh, what kind of trick is this ?" He as well heard a sound in his head, "In front of you is your enemy, if you ever wish to return to your own world you will defeat this man." Kanda's eyes searched for the source as well, failing to do so. It wasn't the first time strange things happened in this god forsaken place. Guess there was only one way to get out of here.

Jon looked towards Kanda as the exorcist was slowly unsheathing his sword. Loud and strange noises were coming from the maze around them. Walls started to shift and creature like sounds were filling the air. The fight for survival was about to begin...

Quote:Jon will kick us off for round 1 !! Goodluck and most of all , have fun !!

Mock Fight : Jon Snow Vs. Yu Kanda A.K.A Mr. you-know-nothing Sneu Vs. Punman
Word limit : Whatever the hell we are comfortable with
Time Limit : Time limits are for people in a rush, no limit. Taking it easy.
Number of rounds : 4
Location : The treacherous, trap filled maze of the maze runner :
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Judge: No judge determened, if anyone wants to volunteer feel free.

Extra info : This mock fight is purely for fun and getting our characters in a fun story that is in no way related to our IC characters. Its Jon's first step into conquering the Omniverse once more.

The thread will be up shortly in the Whateververse

Okay, firstly, my real name is Sam, but not that it matters. Since I joined not four months ago, I have come to feel very welcomed and accepted, especially in the last month or so. When I first joined, I felt like a bit of an outsider- members were already friends with each other, whereas I joined alone. Many posts I contributed to went dead immediately after, and my posts in the chat went unanswered. However, after starting to join Demetri/Ryner (then Crash) & Jak/Luger in Crash Landing, and slowly but surely approaching the end of my first arc, Acculturation, I am feeling much more included in the Omniverse community.

Who do I thank? Everyone and everyone for building this community alongside myself. Who do I thank especially? Omni (duh) for creating the site, all the staff for keeping control of us rowdy lot, Ryner and Luger for being my first RP partners, Jade for being a great chat partner, the Storyteller for his ever-helpful prompts, aaand Ruby for complimenting me here.

Merry Christmas to all, now get out of my house.

"Shit. I'll never get used to that feeling." Koal spat, picking himself off of the all-too-familiar white earth that was present throughout the entire verse. As he pushed himself up to a knee, his leather jacket caught under his hand and ripped the sleeve off. At first, he didn't say anything, just looking at his shoulder, assessing if the jacket could be fixed by any conventional means. The half-demon removed his mask and carefully set it in the earth next to him, the piece of metal making a ringing noise, akin to a bell, as it touched the earth.

He removed the jacket and inspected the torn sleeve at a different angle. "That was my favorite jacket,too." Koal threw the jacket to the side and rested his hands on his jeans. The wheels in his head were working double-time to come up with a solution to his lack of a jacket. Koal subconsciously drew out the orb of Omnilium, staring into its' rainbow depths, overall just admiring the beauty of such a creation. The orbs washed his ragged face in a palette of colors, distorting the color of the air around it. Koal jolted out of his trance. He almost went and found someone to hit him for his stupidity. The Omnilium. The one thing that might be useful in this waking nightmare.

Koal retrieved the jacket from where he had tossed it a few minutes ago, gently brushing the small amount of accumulated dust off its surface. He settled on the white surface of the ground in a meditative position. He closed his eyes and concentrated on a mental image of the leather jacket as it used to be, the black, supple leather being once again whole. His eyebrows furrowed together as he concentrated. The black stitches that held it together. As he was conjuring up the mental image, he felt a shift in his mind, a telltale sign that Seraph was active. Koal braced his mental defenses for an assault... That never came. Koal open his eyes and rubbed them, his vision bleary from having them squeezed shut for an extended period of time.

The jacket was once again whole, but not quite the same. as Koal ran his eyes over the right sleeve, his eyes caught sigh of a violet stripe that had seemingly been added without his knowing. It was about two inches in width, and seemed to serve no purpose. "Who would've thought that a demon would have a fashion sense." Koal snorted to himself shrugging the jacket on as he stood up. Lynch then stooped to grab his mask, fitting it over his face. "Time to get moving."

Quote: Continuation from : The arrival of the Noah, Part 2 Extra info for this post about Akuma : Akuma

Koal was breathing hard, his moist breath condensing on the inside of his mask, beads of perspiration running down his face underneath his black mask. His long legs pumped back and forth as he ran, vaulting over logs and avoiding thin saplings as he raced through the underbrush of this forest. He had been running for a while now, his encounter with the gunslinger Ballad had left him a little wiser. At the thought of his former travel companion, Koal let out a snarl, his mask reverberated the sound and turned it into a sound far menacing than Koal could have achieved on his own.

The sound of his feet hitting the ground came to a gradual halt, the lack of noise all of a sudden taking Koal by surprise. His shoulders were rising and falling in-time with his breathing. In. Out. Inhale. Exhale. "I need some type of game plan." The half-demon mused as he peered into the distance. The end of the treeline that marked the forest was close, about 20 meters away if he was to guess. Koal removed his mask and wiped a tired hand across his face, the sweat adding a shiny layer to his hand. A disgusted noise tore itself from his throat as he wiped the sweat-drenched appendage on his dark grey jeans. He brushed his black hair out of his eyes and settled the mask back on his face, it fitting perfectly on his face.

In the distance, Koal squinted to see the gate that had led him to this fairy-tale verse. A simple gate made from smooth stone. And that was his way out of this place. Lynch settled his hands on his hips and took a moment to admire the countryside in this late-morning light. Koal then stretched his legs and prepared to run again. He let in a deep breath and held it there for a few moments. When his lungs began to get a slight burn in them, Koal released it. And took off again.

-------------About 20 minutes later----------------

Koal's breathing was labored. "I-," Koal coughed, "I probably need to pace myself. Dont want to kill myself now do I?" Koal chuckled at his bad joke and glanced up at the portal out of here. A blank white landscape. "Ah, what the hell. Might as well get it over with." Koal grumbled out, putting a tentative foot forwards, letting the portal take him.