The hot wind pressed on her face, a reminder of where they had come from, and where they were going. Above, the sun was a heated beast making sweat bubble to the surface of flesh, but it was a relief compared to what they had just been through. The fire of the sun was nothing compared to that of a dragon.

Her fingers clutched at scale and fur, a mighty thumping of wings was the only noise to be heard. Her golden hair fluttered with the rushing wind. She had almost forgotten what it had felt like to fly. An unusual sense of joy began to blossom in her gut, but she was sure that it would be short lived. After all, she was not alone.

Eighteen wasn’t entirely sure why she had saved him. All manners of inner thoughts had urged her to finish the job, join with the others, and leave the man behind. If this had been a couple of weeks ago she wouldn’t have had a problem doing it. She would have had herself a large group of like-minded heroes to get out of here with, and a dragon to call her own.

Alas, she had done the unthinkable, and saved the would-be King. His filthy blood had soiled her clothing, easily replaceable, but still an ill reminder of what had happened. She had to ask herself, as they soared above sand and clouds, against the heat of the desert; why was she still with him?

For a brief moment, a mere flicker, her mind recalled that dastardly battle, and her undoing by a kiss.

“Keep going, past the Town With No Name,” he said, all but pressed against her ear. A shudder, carefully restrained, made her knuckles turn white.

Rathalos moved like a serpentine god through the open sky, all manner of clouds had disappeared quickly, allowing the desert to truely become a sordid whole of waste and decay. They flew above the rotted town, eyes staring up in wonder, and in seconds it was all behind them. They passed rocky canyons and crevices, until a large plateau erupted into the sky.

It was waiting for them.

“There,” he said. The sound in his voice was filled with unbridled excitement. What was his plan, she wondered? Ganondorf had the mind of a puzzle, and as much as she tried, she couldn’t exactly figure him out. One moment he was as honeyed as a poet, and the next, he was a monstrous behemoth filled with darkness beyond words.

They landed, the dust of the stone lifted with an upheaval. The Android dismounted her legs raw and sore. She paid little mind to Enel, instead, choosing to venture a few yards from the men. Her eyes watched the horizon, and her mind lingered on the past.

“Where are we?” said the supposed God as he begrudgingly dismounted and stared at the nothingness around them.

“We’re home,” said the supposed King, who winced at the pain that lingered in his abdomen. It would take time, but this was it. This was where it would all begin. With those words, he stood at the precipice, and began to summon forth all of the powers within him.

--

It took hours, and in those hours, Eighteen merely watched. It was a shimmering bubble that was fit to burst. Ganondorf’s plan was clear to her once she saw the pure size of his summoning. He was creating his castle. While she was content to stand, hands clasping the Egg of Rathalos, her blue gaze watching with mild interest, Enel was impatient.

There was no where he could go, so she paid him little attention. She was tired. Too tired to care about illusions and God-complex’s. She was too exhausted to wonder what her part was in all of this. She was too numb to think about Raditzu, and if she would ever see him again. So, she watched, and she waited, and eventually, it was done.

--

Ganondorf’s home was massive. It was a tower whose bottom rose above a sea of lava. An arching bridge of weaving rainbows connected the plateau to its stone exterior. Within the center of the plateau, where before there was nothing, now resided a semblance of a valley town. Its rough stone walls were befitting of canyon walls. Wooden bridges spanned rushing water. It was crafted masterly, and in such a way, that she was sure that it had been from more than just a single thought.

The dark skinned warrior had fallen to one knee, hand against his stomach, and beads of sweat on his brow. The sun had fallen, and risen, now heavy in the sky. The glow made him look almost handsome in a way.

“Is this your home? Where you’re from?” she asked, stepping beside him.

“Yes,” he said, voice rough, but he did he best to hide his exhaustion. Ganondorf stood, and before long, a pleased smirk lighted his lips. “Shall we?”

--

The three companions entered the tower. There was, to Eighteen’s surprise, a woman within. After a brief explanation, she discovered that he was also able to create a servant. That was all fine, but her mind was still on thoughts of sleep, to rest her weary bones. “Just point me in the direction of my bed.”

“This way,” he said, regarding a set of steps leading upward. “Feel free to look around, my Lord. I’m sure you’ll find a room to your liking,” he added, giving Enel the most polite honeyed words he could.

Eighteen was already several steps above the ground level, her eyes flicking from stone, to corridor. It wasn’t until she reached the top that she stopped. There within an open doorway resided a wealthy room adorned in reds and gold. An organ took up some space, but not as much as the massive bed in the center.

What piqued her interest, more-so, was the modest bed off to the side. Not caring much for politics and games, the Android flipped her hair over her shoulder and quite happily claimed the large bed with a mighty fall. It was, in her opinion, the comfiest of them all. Ganondorf be damned, sleep was her reward.

Would folks be interested in having us a mumble/ventrilo/somesuch server? I think it would be cool to have a place for us all to hang out and for new folks to be able to drop in and chat without having to all add each other on skype et al. To some degree, the chatbox serves that purpose, but this would be good for gaming and such as well. Alex's Minecraft server reminded me.

Here's how to post your link:

After posting your roleplay, click the title of that particular post. (Re: Omni's a Jerk Face)

Copy the link that comes up in your browser for that post.

Paste that link into QUICK REPLY.

The website will format automatically.

If you are using more than one post to get to 300 words, post ALL the links to the roleplays which add to this amount. Thank you.

Anyone else picked this up? I did yesterday. Only played about two hours so far but really looking forward to sinking some time in.

Anyone play this game? I usually waver on my opinion of it every few months, mostly because I hate most of the people one servers.

Anyway, I actually made a server. Mostly because I wanted to see if I could figure out the rudimentary networking and programming parts. But if anyone plays, they're more than welcome to come join me.

I mentioned this a couple times in the chatbox, but I am currently very busy with work and moving house (they decided to give me 12 hour shifts for 6 out of 7 days the same week I'm moving) so don't expect a lot out of me this week. The week after is slightly less hectic, and then afterwards I'm going to have a lot more free time.

As a heads up to anyone reading Joining forms posted before this date, the starting OM was increased on this day from 4500 to 5000. That's the reason for the discrepancy.

Character name: Ditto

Character source: Custom character from the Pokemon universe

Character history:

In Kanto, hidden away on an island laboratory, Team Rocket's leader Giovanni employed the best and brightest to clone Mew, thought to be the precursor of all Pokemon, from a rare follicle of its hair. Giovanni's vision was to create the ultimate Pokemon from Mew's essence, who held the genetic code of all Pokemon. The process began by cloning Mew from the DNA sample and genetically engineering it to become a being of unbridled power. However, their goal proved troublesome, and many attempts at creating the ultimate Pokemon fell by the wayside.

From this process, the Pokemon Ditto was born. These amorphous blobs were the result of an early failure or termination of a cloned Mew, and thus retained many similarities to the legendary Pokemon; colour, weight and the ability to transform into any object, person or Pokemon it could see. However, these Ditto lacked the intelligence that Mew had, and wandered aimlessly around Kanto, absorbing into the wild Pokemon population.

Yet there was one aborted experiment that gained a level of intellectual prowess far above his peers. This Ditto, while the same as all others in composition and power, was self aware. Soon after he was expelled from the laboratory as a failure, he gained consciousness and cursed his fate, believing that he was the true clone of Mew. If only the scientists hadn't given up on him so quickly, he would've grown into the perfect clone and become the ultimate Pokemon. Using what little knowledge was fed to him during his creation, he disguised himself as a scientist and reentered the facility, planning to enclose himself back into a stasis tube for further experimentation. Yet when he returned, the scientists were all dead and the laboratory was trashed. In the centre stood a new Pokemon, its purple eyes aflame. Instantly, Ditto knew that this was the ultimate Pokemon that he was supposed to become. Mewtwo gripped Ditto with his psychic strength and flung him against a wall. When he came to, Mewtwo was gone.

Ditto swore to find Mewtwo and learn his secrets. He travelled Kanto, using his Transform ability to become whatever the situation needed him to be. He gained access to an incredible amount of data on not just Mewtwo's creation, but the sum knowledge of all Pokemon. His journey twisted him, making him obsess on his one and only goal.

Once Ditto located Mewtwo, cloistered inside Cerulean Cave, a strange sensation took hold of him, and he vanished from Kanto.

Stats:
ATK: 2
DEF:2
SPD: 3
TEC: 3

Starting Proficiencies: Physical Strength (1000), Ranged Proficiency (1000)

Starting Powers: Elasticity (400), Physical Shapeshifting (1000), Illusory Shapeshifting (800)

Starting Moves:
TBA

Writing example:
I'm Link, yo.


I confirm that I have read and agreed to the Rules of Conduct.

300 OM remaining - will work out exactly how I want this and then set it up.

Link's red feathered mount landed next to the ghostly wolf, who had finally stopped running. It stared at him with a single red eye, its golden white fur wavering in a wind Link did not feel. He dismounted from his bird mount and stared at the wolf. It craned its neck back and howled. The bird didn't seem to notice the wolf or it's cry, but Link had to cover his ears to stop the harsh sound.

"Hey! Not so loud!" he complained.

A faint vibration stirred beneath his tunic. When Link put a hand to his belt, the sensation was gone. Again, the wolf howled and the sharp note attacked his ears, but this egg time he recognised the vibration's source. He withdrew the Ocarina of Time, shuddering in response to the animal apparition.

"How are you doing this?" Link asked. The translucent spirit trotted over to him and pointed at his magical instrument with his nose. "Do you want me to play this?"

The wolf sat down before him, watching him expectantly.

Link drew breath and placed the ocarina on his lips. What song did this thing want him to play? The only song he had tried so far that had any effect in this universe was the Song of Time. If nothing else, it would be interesting to see if the same thing happened again, and if the wolf spirit would be affected. Recalling the mystic notes, Link played the Song of Time, closing his eyes to focus on the power of the tune.

When he opened them again, the world was frozen. His bird mount's beak was open, its wings outstretched, but unmoving. The wolf, however, was gone. A familiar sight greeted Link, staring at him with one red eye.

<Hero of Time,> a telepathic voice said to him. <I have returned. I can sense that you have learned much about your heritage since I departed. I have discovered more also.>

Link's own ghost was back.

I want Harry to explore the other Verses, but I'd like to know something first. Wizards from Harry's world tend to screw with technology. If Harry went to Coruscant and the Dataverse, could he be surrounded by technology issues like he normally is, as long as it didn't interfere with another Prime?