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Hop In Losers, We’re Going On An Expedition! - Jade Harley - 01-14-2016
Vworp vworp.
Jade’s feet touched down with nary a pip as she arrived in the Nexus, only a subtle swish of her skirt denoting her entry. Her eyes were immediately put to work in discerning anything from the horizon, searching for an elongated red hood or a rusty hobo perchance, among other peculiar things, while the rest of her more extrasensory capabilities were extending ever outwards to lock onto and identify a portal that would return her to that chilly place known as the Frozen Fields.
As always, the ground was amazingly bright and spotless to the point of being singularly luminous. It was perhaps able to outshine the hundreds of billions of stars in an entire galaxy if the light were to bend across it in a certain, absolutely significant fashion. The way Jade saw it, however, was as an expansive flatland of unmitigated pearlescence, with its peak brightness laying closer to her delightfully sparkling red slippers and expanding outwards in a plane of endless white. Well, not exactly endless, for Jade knew very well that all things had to end sometime, but the illusion was nonetheless still something she became keenly aware of.
Vwor-p.
Shorter wavelengths of light were briefly obstructed in a glimmer of dusty red, furling strangely upon the fluctuating surface of her coat before settling once more into a solemn, gentle fabric gemmed with green; green like the leaves of coniferous trees in the wintertime, painted with subtle hues of shadow and frost-dappled juniper berries peeking through.
The young Witch of Space paused to ensure that her canine companion was still following her and, sure enough, the wolfdog was already seated upon the ground several strides ahead of her, Rebecca still clinging fast to his fur. As Jade blinked at him, totally confounded by his ability to travel ahead of their troupe while still slyly eluding her notice, Becquerel’s tail thumped against the ground with a broad, satisfying whack.
She moved over to stand beside him, disfigured and curling shapes mirrored in their nearness to the portal. When Jade turned to look at it, reflected forms traveling like wisps of smoke over the lenses of her glasses, she was distinctly reminded of the round and glassy nature of frog-spawn, which were as vibrantly colored as shimmering and metallic photonic crystals.
Frogs. How she had treasured them during her passage to a new session did nothing for the great feeling of extreme anxiety she felt at acknowledging their loss; it made her want to chew her fingernails down to the quick in a quibbling mess of tearful sniffles. The little amphibious creatures had been dear to her, and the absolute cutest things ever, and she would gladly fight anyone who said otherwise. If she was of half a mind to do so, at least, which she really wasn’t.
Vworp.
Speaking of fighting, however… the video stream of Nippur had at last drawn to a close, it seemed, and the curtains of a dead, static-ridden screen drew over it. Jade’s eyes skimmed briefly over the limited amount of pings the stream had garnered with a furrowed brow, but then her gaze had again strayed upwards to observe the seamless vworp of the portal as more of her friends and acquaintances came pouring outwards.
Unlike before, when she had been entirely devoid of her Space-oriented capabilities, Jade had been unaware of the barely perceptible sound that accompanied travel between worlds. It was soft, like the pattering of a mouse adorned with rose petal slippers, and it drifted outwards in a concave and intrinsically peculiar manner that wobbled uneasily through the still air. She likened it to the noise a bubble makes right as it is about to pop, a sharp and steely needle pressed to the thin layer of soapy air encompassing its rainbow form, a simultaneous suction and release of trapped breath that shifts into the silence like a stilted sigh.
While she waited, Jade began to mull over what they could actually find to do in the Frozen Fields. With frog foraging out of the question for much of the icy crags and snow strewn mountaintops, it kind of left her at a loss for anything even vaguely spooky or mysterious to investigate. Then again, she was just sure that her Grandpa had not always been wholly certain of what new challenges might have arisen in his past expeditions— it would hardly have been called exploring if he had!
Vworp. Vworp.
What great danger beasts would they encounter? Were there treacherous abandoned mines far below the upper layer of ice and snow just waiting to be splintered into? Would they stumble upon an old passageway or hidden shaft leading down into the dusty, crumbling heart of some ancient ruin from Omniverse antiquity, guarded by warrior ghosts and mighty, magically-imbued spirits? Or would they simply find themselves content with the snowy land around them, the abundant piles of frozen precipitation made soft and perfect for packing into new and uniquely-envisioned sculptures?
Oh, she could hardly wait! Everything in this multiverse was such a profound mystery to her, ripe for solving and expanding upon— it was a spectacularly thrilling change from moping around all day while cooped up on her battleship, waiting to arrive in a new universe and be reunited with a few of her remaining living friends.
Vworp.
But these friends, while not all necessarily living per se, were present and accounted for. The dog-eared girl bobbed excitedly from foot to foot, seeming simply unable to stay still in her ceaseless enthusiasm for life.
Re: Hop In Losers, We’re Going On An Expedition! (Open) - Strazio Rockwell - 01-15-2016
Dull pain, a dull aching sort of agony moved like slush through Strazio's body. It started in his head and pulsed into his chest and finally seeped out into his extremities. The dreary nightmares of fire, anger, and ash were nothing more than faded fever dreams in the mind of a distant madman. Walls of blanched white surrounded the prime, unassailable in their pristine ivory existence. His clothing smelled of soap and detergent, a strange turn from the usual smell of burnt copper and musky sweat. A sharp ringing assaulted his ears, constantly being an arms length from explosions had developed a severe case of tinnitus in the avatar of rage. He stretched his newly-reconstructed muscles and glanced around the mostly empty Nexus.
Back at the beginning of this bullshit.
In his mind he played through his “death” if you could even call it death here. His opponent was fierce and powerful, taking as much punishment as Strazio could and even dealing it back in equal measures. Was that what it would be like to fight Damien? More importantly could he even kill Damien if he was unable to beat Shang Tsung? It would have been easy, comforting even, to suggest that his defeat was not by the hands of the sorcerer, but by the fickle strands of pure luck and circumstance. But the tightening of his gut and quickening of his pulse said otherwise. Strazio had stood before Shang and bared his all. He had offered all of the power that his scarred flesh had and he was found wanting.
The most terrifying outcome, dreadful in its finality, was defeat.
It was during this existential panic of self-worth that Strazio noticed the absence of a familiar weight as his side. The Necronomicon was gone, but that was to be expected, no his journal was also absent from its chain. Scratched silver loops and a busted clasp hung silently at his hip. His fists clenched and sparks of furious white energy chewed into his bare flesh. Shang had stolen his journel, the sorcerer had torn it directly from the chain that held it tight against Strazio's hip. Fear melted away like fat in a fire, it was replaced by the hissing char of anger. Large bolts of furious lightning arc across his form. From geep within his gut a growling primal scream of hatred charged forth.
“FUCK” his declaration of anger echoed across the Nexus, followed by a withering burst of roiling magick to punctuate his frustration.
“There he is!” a familiar flighty voice called out, “Strazio! Oh Strazio, its Valerie!”
Still fuming that Defender of Darkshire turned around to find his teacher skipping along the white floors. Valerie's green dress-robe fluttered around him like a spring breeze. Atop his brown hair sat a crown of yellow flowers, something that he had made during the trip to the Nexus gate. His green-painted lips formed a large grin. Behind him stood a motley crew of companions, each of them stranger than the last. Strazio's eyebrow raised as he notice the girl with dog ears; ears that reminded him of the half-man half-dog Cork, perhaps they were related somehow. Next to her was a dog covered in snowy fur with a human child clinging tightly to its beautiful coat. Behind them stood a lumbering behemoth that easily dwarfed The Rock's already massive proportions. Strazio scowled and turned his attention back to the approaching whirlwind of green. Valerie collided with the fuming mage, nearly tackling him to the ground with a well-intentioned hug.
“Not in the mood Val,” Strazio growled, prying himself from his teacher's grip.
“Forgive me, but I am ever so ecstatic about your survival.”
Strazio glanced at the party of misfits behind Valerie. He cared not for their names, nor even the pleasantry of meeting them. Beneath his skin boiled a pot of seething rage, and it would not simmer until he had ripped his journal from Shang's corpse. Valerie stood nervously, wringing his hands in an anxious display. Suddenly he began to snap them together as he remembered Jade's present. Quickly he reached into his robe and removed a bright yellow sack that held the frozen amphibian. Valerie's green-tinged hands wrapped around the exceptional creature and removed it from its home.
“Look!” Valerie shouted as he pushed the ornate frog close to Strazio's face, “my new friend Jade made this for me, is it not spectacular? My other friends are quite exceptional as well, I can intro-”
Something snapped. Strazio's temper flared to untold heights and he smacked the glassy creature out of his face and subsequently Valerie's hands. The glossy paperweight tumbled through the air before clacking across the linoleum-white floor. Strazio's fingers formed into the shape of a gun and he stepped forward into Valerie. With his finger gun he jabbed Valerie's ribs and pushed the verdent mage back.
“Listen,” Strazio spoke fire and brimstone, lava leaked from his maw, “I don't give a fuck what your band of misfits got you Valerie, frankly I don't even give a shred of a fuck about them right now! My opponent took my goddamned journal so forgive me if I'm not in the fucking mood to put up with your inane garbage!”
“Oh,” Valerie recoiled and divereted his gaze to the fallen frog, “I see.”
“And its not my fault that your stupid fucking frog got knocked on the damn ground!”
Re: Hop In Losers, We’re Going On An Expedition! (Open) - Harlan Higgs - 01-15-2016
The portal quivered with activity as they all passed from Camelot to the Nexus. The hulking plant zombie stumbled out of the rippling purple passageway, one hand over his stomach as that familiar feeling of dimensional travel surged through his being. He wasn't consciously aware of it, but the interdimensional rifts played merry hell with the conflicting forces that animated his tremendous frame and kept the spark of life sustained in his rotten brain. Necrotic and life energy mixed with the effect of Omniphysics gave him a nasty lurching jolt every time he went through one of the portals- or at least, the two times he'd done it so far.
Grundy blinked as his eldritch vision adjusted to the blinding white glare of the Nexus, recent memories of his fort and the muddy white dirtmen he'd made as guards bringing a dopey smile to his face. He wondered if "Fort Grundy" was still there, and decided to keep an eye out for it while they traveled. Most likely it had been reabsorbed into the fabric of this verse when he'd left. Looking around him as he walked unsteadily away from the portal, he watched the rest of their traveling band materialize from between the gate. Jade had been the first through, her form nearly twitching with excitement as she alternated between walking on the ground and on air. Then had followed that huge fluffy dog with the child on its back. The chalky hulk had stepped through after that, followed by the two girls, Valerie, the elf in the dress, and a couple others Grundy hadn't been properly introduced to. Oh well, time enough for that later.
As Jade made her way ahead of the group, Grundy plodded along a little ways behind her. She really was like an angel, the zombie thought. She knew exactly what she was doing, where she was going, and she could fly. Grundy had faced off against heroes that flew before, but they had always ended up throwing him into space, or through buildings or whatever. Jade floated nonthreateningly above the ground, and was about as friendly as a person could get. His mood quite elevated, Grundy decided to sing a song. Well, THE song. The only one he really, truly knew the words to. They were etched into his mind, etched into his very being, and he could even hear the melody all around him when it was very quiet.
"SOL-OMON GRUN-DY, BORN ON A MONDAY. CHRIST-ENED ON TUES-DAY".
His boots, making the ground tremble a little when they impacted the clean white sterility of the Nexus earth, left obvious footprints to show where the giant had been.
"MARR-IED ON WEDNESDAY. SICK ON THURSDAY. WORSE ON FRI-DAY."
He squinted. In the approaching distance, it look like there was a figure standing there. Shrugging, Grundy continued his inexorable plod, and his horribly off key singing. He might have known the words, but it was like listening to Tom Waits with a head cold.
"DIED ON SAT-UR-DAY. BUR-IED ON SUN-DAY...."
Quote:"FUCK"
The brightly colored plant mage, Valor Ree, perked up from a few meters behind Grundy. "Is that...oh, it is! I was hoping we'd find him here. Such good timing Miss Jade has." Grundy nodded in agreement and watched Valerie scurry past him towards the figure. Grundy caught up with Jade and the rest of their companions, loosely clustered near each other while the spring bedecked mage nearly knocked out his friend. He really made an interesting contrast to the bright blankness of the Nexus, and every hue on the magic user's clothes stood out even more garishly against the white horizon.
Suddenly, the newcomer lashed out and smacked something out of Valerie's hands. Grundy bristled and tensed up as the stranger jabbed a finger into his new friend's chest, yelling and gesticulating wildly. The chalk white hulk walked towards the two men, and stopped a few feet behind the plant mage, clearing his throat with a guttural, wet rumble.
"WHY ANGRY MAN HIT FRIEND VALOR REE?! GRUNDY NOT LET YOU HURT FRIENDS."
He stood there, drawn to his full nine feet in height, tattered clothing, eyes glowing, broken teeth bared in an undead grimace. He took no further action beside standing behind the mage and looking grotesque, though he was prepared to crush this little man if he made any more sudden movements.
Re: Hop In Losers, We’re Going On An Expedition! (Open) - Jade Harley - 01-16-2016
Why did this kind of thing always have to happen to her?
It only took a moment for things to take a downward turn, and Jade found herself wondering why she ever even tried to put up with other people. Sure, being lonely was awfully boring and it hadn’t done much for her perpetual state of sadness and gloom for so long, but at least she wouldn’t have to put up with people like this. She flinched especially hard as the frozen frog that she had gifted unto Valerie struck the Nexus floor with a loud clatter, thankfully not shattering into a million pieces upon impact.
By this time Jade had a finger gun of her own equipped, a thin stream of fiery green crackling along the edges of her hands, and she was pretty damn certain that it was about ninety times more powerful than this Strazio guy’s weak imitation. But, she knew that this guy was Valerie’s friend, even if he had thoroughly beaten Gamzee into the dirt and was acting like a big ol’ bully.
Plus, when it came right down to it, despite all of their cruelty and the hurtful things they might say, Jade believed that a person’s greater nature would always win out in the end. This was why, when she finally recovered from her astonishment and stepped up to the plate, the Witch didn’t immediately seek to knock this Strazio guy’s block off with a well-aimed punch.
“Uhm, okay, I think there has been a huge misunderstanding here,” she said, shaking her head as if to clear it and laughing in a tremendously strained, disbelieving rattle. With a wave of her hand, the frog drifted waveringly up into the air before nestling coolly into her palm. “Because, if there hasn’t, I’m going to have to ask you to seriously reconsider your life choices!”
The white-haired magic user actually scoffed at her words, continuing to lay into Valerie with what seemed to be a selective anger. Meanwhile, the normally affable and charmingly-adorned plant mage appeared to be prepared to take off, tail caught between his legs.
Well. At least she tried to keep her cool. Sure, she could control her anger for the most part and was perfectly aware of her— now trembling— hands and the sore pinpricks tingeing the corners of her eyes a rosy red, but that didn’t mean she would just roll over and let someone walk all over one of her friends! That would have been totally dumb and a weak, cowardly thing to do. Jade was neither of those things.
Becquerel tilted its head at the proceedings silently, watching its other, much older charge proceed to recklessly edge her way between the vexing student and his teacher. The wolfdog made no movements to stop her, instead edging Rebecca backwards and further away from the impending verbal throw down. A warning growl surged through the air, staticky and thick, but the First Guardian could not, would not interfere.
Rockwell’s face turned sharply towards her, growing more and more peeved by the second, but Jade merely stuck her bottom lip out and drew herself up to her full height in a graceless flounce of her starry hair and dress. He seemed just so hopelessly ensnared in whatever anger was eating him up inside, and Jade found that she could sympathize— albeit only vaguely. She wasn’t about to let her anger run amok, replacing her honey-colored affection and goodness with hatred and viciousness, but she could very well face up to it without batting an eye.
Looking him square in the face, she went on to vehemently declare, “You’re being a huge dumb bully to Valerie, and it was your fault that this frog hit the ground! Did you not know that this is a living, breathing thing? You can’t just tread all over a life like that! If you do that one more time, I’m stomping all over you, got it?"
With white-hot electrical sparks rising up along his limbs in jerky, prickling waves, Strazio curled his lip at her. His words lashed out in an angry, weltering way. "You can try, but I've ripped apart people stronger than you and your entourage. So I would hold my fucking tongue if I were you."
As if to prove this point, his fingers clenched into a fist and a shock of energy went sizzling into the air. Jade watched it go, her eyes widening in shock and more than a little alarm. Well, if there was anyone else wandering around in the Nexus they were bound to have seen that.
A weighted pause hung in the air, a few stray magical sparks returning to the luminescent ground in hissing spots. With all eyes on her, Jade took a deep, steadying breath, her nostrils flaring furiously in time with the blood roaring in her ears. "Well, for the record— no one here is in the mood to put up with your bullshit.”
The plant zombie man lumbered over to confront Strazio as well, and with his added presence Jade began to realize that maaaaaaaaaybe this wouldn’t be the best idea right now, even if she was hopping mad about just all of the spiky nonsense that came out of Strazio's mouth. They were in-between worlds, on a major highway of mingled transportation and varying pathways that led to all sorts of places, and there was no telling how bad things could get if more people started to congregate here for a fight.
Feeling somewhat apologetic, Jade scratched awkwardly behind one of her ears which had begun to sheepishly droop. Her gaze went to Valerie and Grundy before coming to rest on Bec. When she spoke again, her words were less barbed and directed chiefly towards her 'entourage.' “Er, say, maybe we can just take this somewhere else or talk about it later? Everyone might need to cool down for a minute and, well…. this guy probably needs to be left alone for a while, anyways….”
She frowned at the white-haired angry dude, still irked by his elephant-sized untimeliness but not wanting to start a serious conflict, especially when Rockwell was, ineffably, Valerie’s protégé. That would just be all kinds of bad, and she really didn't want to do that to her new friend.
Besides, they had better things to do than stand around all day and deal with this prime supply of unpleasantness. With a light sniff, Jade turned her nose away from the angriest one of them all, as if some foul stench was rankling through the air and she didn’t want any part of it, not a single whiff.
Re: Hop In Losers, We’re Going On An Expedition! (Open) - Tartaros - 01-17-2016
"Well, enough messing about", Tartaros said, slowly picking himself off the ground and setting aside his dataslate, "we'd best get moving.". As he stumbled across the floor of the Nexus, the Astartes felt a dull burning sensation make it's way across his cheek and joints. The familiar sting of exertion and wounds long since put out of mind. Not a painful feeling, but all too familiar.
Turning towards his comrade, Tartaros coughed. "So then... where to?"
T shrugged in a mixture of apathy and tiredness. "Why you askin' me?... Ah, screw it. Let's head...", the puppet paused for a moment, "East. That's a direction, yeah?"
Tartaros cracked a small half-smile beneath his helmet and sighed wearily. "Yes, yes it is."
"Then what the hell are we waiting for?!", T shouted, "We got asses to take and na- wait... asses to kick and names to take!".
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The two set across the barren land, under the white light shining from an imperceptible sun. The journey was quiet and short, seeming a mere hour to the Luna Wolf. Finally, they had arrived towards some sign of life. Some half-dozen figures stood in the distance.
Tartaros breathed a sigh of relief as he walked towards them, though it was soon halted by the sound of a rasping, gutteral yell.
Quote:"GRUNDY NOT LET YOU HURT FRIENDS!"
It seemed he was always stuck with the angry ones... Never the less, the Astartes pressed on, partly out of blind curiosity, and partly out of a desire to shut something up.
Finally getting in full view of the group, Tartaros spoke. "Right. First of all, what in the Emperor's name are you bastards doi-", to his surprise, the marine was interrupted by another rasping roar. Looking ahead, he found a giant of a man, dressed in a ragged suit and baring a frown of broken teeth, glaring down at him with piercing white eyes.
"Oh..."
Re: Hop In Losers, We’re Going On An Expedition! (Open) - Gamzee Makara - 01-18-2016
*VWARFWOOOOOOSHHHHHHIIIIISSSSS*
Despite already having been through a few gates in their time here in the Omniverse, Karkat still experiences a wave or two of nausea and Gamzee still feels are prickly on his insides. Weird shit, right?
The two trolls fly mostly in silence across the empty expanse of emptiness known as the Nexus. The fruity rumpus mists emitting from the rump ends of their jetpack only colored the nothingness of the Nexus sky for a moment before being swallowed up by that endless white.
White. Rainbow. Why isn’t white in the Rainbow? This sudden realization makes Gamzee rather sad. Poor white. What did it ever do to deserve this exclusion? Depression hits the clown like a roc-
Nevermind, he activated the Faygo Dispensers. He’s just redundantly chugging his own fuel now. He’s good. No frowny clowns here, no sir.
Karkat is too busy trying not to lose his lunch or his nonexistent cool to say much on this flight. Not that there is really much for him to say, for once in his shouty, crabby life.
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It’s not long before the dubious duo have the fountain in sight, and boy what a sight it is. A quick glance over at his jovial friend’s wide eyed, glazed over stare reveals to the Low-Blood that perhaps Gamzee is seeing something other than the giant, unassuming spiral of rock that he sees.
Or maybe the fool just finds the rock miraculous. Karkat never really understood this dumb religion his buddy is into.
Then, the High-Blood and his Cherry Colored counterpart each notice different things simultaneously.
A splash of red God-Tier Garb elicits a “Best Human Bro!”
White fluffy dog ears result in a “Jade!”
And finally, the resplendent rhyme aura emanating from that pink blotch creates a resounding “Mistress Guu!”
Oh, and whatever that hulking beast was caused a “What the fuck is that giant fucking zom-”
So much is going on at once that Gamzee decides to ignore his little buddy’s rants for a moment and come up with a game plan. It would seem that the Clown’s Mistress whom he swore Rhyme Fealty to is under stress and duress! This simply would NOT do. He didn’t exactly know what their beef was, or anything else that was going on, really, but that didn’t matter. In the name of all that is Miraculous and Mirthful, Gamzee would not stand by and let his homies be all up and assaultiminated like that.
It’s time for these aggravators to experience a little clownfall. Ah, but what to do with Kar? He certainly couldn’t let his little broham get all messed up in this scuffle. Wouldn’t be very gentlebrotherly of him. And besides, he needs to go take care of his totally-not-flirty business with that human chick. The brilliant stoner glances at Karkat and the harness safely keeping him strapped to the Mark II Faygo Flyer. Speaking of clownfall…
Ah! A game plan! Done! Simple! Easy! The royal pilot makes a pass headed for Jade and her friends, decreasing to a (probably) safe altitude.
“Alright Kar-Bro! Time for an Emergency Ejaculation!”
Before Karkat can even BEGIN to address the words that just came out of his friend’s mouth, Gamzee reaches across the flying contraption and yanks on a single leather strap, which in turn releases every safety harness and constraining device holding his best bro to the jetpack.
He doesn’t even get to blink. The grey skinned teenager freefalls from a (hopefully) benign altitude, accompanied by a misty cloud of fruity goodness that clings to his form as he passes through it.
“YOU STUPID JUGGALO FUUUUUUUCK!”
*SPLAT*
Ew. Ewww.
Karkat isn’t exactly sure WHAT he landed on, but it was big, spongy, slippery, smelled like shite, and frankly reminded him of a dead frog.
And he knew a lot about dead frogs.
Re: Hop In Losers, We’re Going On An Expedition! (Open) - Tearen Wover - 01-18-2016
Wow, there were a whole bunch of new people around now that Doggy Lady had taken them and Solmony Grundy and the Green Lady and Big Doggie out into the white place again. Rebecca remembered the white place, she had helped Mr. Oakie walk across it one time because his eye was hurt.
Then there was some shouting and an angry person that Rebecca kinda remembered from watching all those people in the fight place having fun, but Rebecca wasn't sure she liked him much. Oh, and then there was another person who came who kind of looked like Mr. Oakie but less slippery and not green. Maybe he was Mr. Oakie's friend, so Rebecca offered a small wave at the Big Friend man before giggling and snuggling her face into Big Doggy's fur.
Oh, and then there were even some more people who showed up on backpacks that shot pretty sparkles into the sky to make them fly, but one of the Sparkle People fell out of his flying backpack and onto Solmony Grundy.
...
It was a lot to take in! And it kind of seemed like Doggy Lady was mad at the angry man for doing something to Green Lady but Rebecca didn't really understand so she began to sing the song that Solmony had been singing with almost the right words and stuff.
"Solmony Grundy borned on a Mundee, Listened to Toothsdee, and Mary had a wet stain~"
Singing was fun but now there was even more shouting so Rebecca had to sing louder because then maybe people would stop yelling and sing too.
"Sticks on Thursdee, Worse on Friday, Died on Saturdee~"
And now Rebecca sang really loud because thats what you have to do at the end of a song.
"BERRIES ON FUN DAYYY~"
Re: Hop In Losers, We’re Going On An Expedition! (Open) - Weiss Schnee - 01-19-2016
Weiss's pale hands quivered close to her rapier as the scarred and cloaked figure finally managed to find the end of Jade's patience. She'd been walking quietly beside Ruby as the strange group grew, and generally avoiding comment. She was excited by the idea of seeing Blake and Yang, but she was less than thrilled at meeting some of these... characters Jade seemed to gather. The girl was friendly to a fault, but Weiss questioned the wisdom of being so open with such weird people. Axorn had seemed rather nice, but this Grundy fellow...
Something in Weiss didn't really trust him. She knew Ruby wanted her to introduce herself to these people, but she couldn't really justify it to herself. These people seemed dangerous. She didn't really want them to know her name, and she didn't like that they knew Ruby's.
Still, she'd take all of them over the scarred jerk that had just appeared. Weiss would likely have ripped into him herself for his atrocious conduct, but Jade ended up going first, followed by Grundy. Alright, maybe she'd misjudged him just a little bit... but what Weiss immediately noticed was the way this guy talked. It reminded her of some of her father's own business partners... the kind that would smile to your face, then send someone in the night to assassinate you for some insult, real or perceived. Except this person didn't bother with a mask. She immediately knew she disliked him, but what she knew far more was that this man was dangerous.
Her own rage subsided and grew into concern when she saw Ruby's angry face though.
Uh oh.
There were only a few things anyone could do to really make Ruby Rose angry:
Hurt or threaten one of her friends.
Mistreat an innocent animal (Bonus points for if the animal was adorable)
Pick on someone or something helpless in front of her.
So far, this character had done all three, and the former heiress could see Ruby's shoulders shaking.
Weiss put a hand on her shoulder. “Calm down… we’ll just leave the jerk to being a jerk, alright?”
Ruby looked at her with a stare of frustration as her boot stomped on the ground.
“But… but... “ Ruby stammered with frustration, before making a sound Weiss couldn’t help but compare to an angry kitten. It would have been cute in a different situation. Still, Weiss could feel the pure frustrated anger coming off of Ruby. She could definitely relate - whoever this joker was deserved it - but they didn’t need to get into needless fights. Besides...
“Listen… let’s not get into a fight when we’re part of a group including a little girl.” Weiss whispered, pointing towards where Rebecca was singing a crude imitation of Grundy’s song. It hurt Weiss’s ears, but she figured it was probably just her way of dealing with the situation.
Ruby’s face immediately melted as she looked at the girl, her angry glare replaced with a sheepish expression. “Yeah. You’re right. It wouldn’t be okay to fight in front of a little girl.” She said, scratching her head. Still, Weiss knew she was stewing a little.
“Listen, if he makes a move…” Weiss said in a low voice.
“...White Rose?” Ruby asked with an adorable grin.
“...White Rose.” Weiss said with a smile.
Then Rebecca sang the next verse of her improvised grundy song at a brand new volume the annoyed huntress never knew existed, and Weiss resisted the urge to cover her ears. “Never having kids…” She grumbled to herself.
Re: Hop In Losers, We’re Going On An Expedition! (Open) - Jams Bolero - 01-19-2016
About 30 feet away, Jams continues to walk toward the small group, headphones in his ears and a bounce to his step. Music drives his soul as he snaps to the off-beat and steps to the tempo. Anxiety begins to fill his entire being with every step he takes toward the group, but the smooth rhythm of Jazz expels these feelings by the bucketful. He starts to examine the group a bit more closely as he walks. He identifies a girl with-
At 25 feet, Jams is literally knocked down by the shock he endures as he hears an exceedingly livid man exclaim in an incredibly robust swear. The man appears to have a great number of scars on his body, particularly around his arms and hands. His hair is white, and he dons a white cloak and hood with a white shirt underneath. Basically everything about him is as blank as the void around him, although based on his emotion, Jams imagines that red would suit him better. There is an unfamiliar crest worn around his neck as well as a book by his side, both connected to his person by way of metal chains. The man is a brighter red than a tomato, and even more inflamed than a star. He seems hostile, but Jams figures that he probably isn't as bad as he seems. Jams promptly realizes that he said all of that aloud and instantly lowers his voice. This obviously did nothing to appease his anxiety.
Upon getting off the ground, he noticed that next to the enraged lunatic is a woman in a green dress with brown hair and a yellow crown, and she certainly seemed a lot more jovial than her companion- wait, that isn't a woman. Jams goes off to the side to bash his head into the ground, and fails to do so due to the confusion he has between floor and wall of the Canvas. He decided upon this name for the world he was in, since it was about as empty as an unused sheet of paper, and it's certainly a lot catchier than just calling it a void. It probably had a different name, he figured, but until he got the chance to learn what it was, he'd insist on describing this place as "The Canvas."
Feeling even less sure about his actions, Jams attempts to continue identifying the person he was trying to earlier from about 20 feet away. All he is able to note is that it was a girl with long hair, glasses, a black dress, and dog ears of all things. He couldn't note much more, because before Jams knew it, a crowd was forming consisting of an enormous man with an extremely pale complexion, another slightly shorter man in rather intimidating armor, a couple of humanoid creatures with orange horns and grey skin, and a few others.
"Oh jeez, all these people, I dunno if I want to talk to them-" Jams states, interrupted due to him slapping himself to regain his logic. "Get over it, get over there. Can't make friends if ya don't try!" He shakes his head and walks to the group with a bounce in his step and a set of headphones blasting jazz into his ears at a somewhat reasonable volume, determined to acquaint himself with the locals at the very least. After all, looks can be deceiving, and the only one of them that seemed hostile at the time was the white-garbed man. Well, the gray-skinned humanoid with bags under his eyes seems pretty miffed at everything, yet somehow also seems harmless. Odd.
Jams walks up to the group casually yet nervously in an attempt to simply be himself around these strangers. He attempts to introduce himself, but all he can get out is "Hey, I'm Jams, nice to meet you peoples...". He doesn't expect anyone to pay him any mind, seeing as everyone here seems flustered around whatever is on the tired humanoid's shoe or the aggravated man in white. Instead of asking someone, he just stands from a small distance, observing the situation and trying to make sense of it.
Re: Hop In Losers, We’re Going On An Expedition! (Open) - Soldier 75 - 01-19-2016
As Eric Everstorm, Mage of the Second Order, begins to regain consciousness, his weakened mind is slammed by a nauseating headache. Groaning, he slowly opens his eyes, and decides that it's not worth the trouble. But before he can attempt to alleviate his pain, he suddenly hears a booming voice, and sights a grinning figure in front of him.
“My name is Omni. This is not the world you know. This is the Omniverse. You interest me, so I have made you part of it. The Omniverse is a place that reflects the wishes of those who are part of it. But! There are rules. I will explain them only once, so listen carefully.”
Would be best if this guy repeats himself, I can hardly hear myself think. The guy, Omni, hands him a sphere, which seems to have trapped a multitude of rainbows underneath its surface.
“This is Omnilium. It’s what ties the Omniverse together. Without it, you are nothing. With it, anything you desire can be yours. But you will need more than this. If you desire it enough, you will find it. You will find that using it comes naturally. Just think of what you desire most."
Right now the only thing Eric desired was a large dose of pain medicine.
“You will not be alone in the Omniverse. There are others. Of course, they, too desire Omnilium. Do not fear death. For as long as you interest me, you will be reborn.
Reborn? This is getting weirder and weirder by the minute.
“That’s all you need to know right now. You’ll figure out the rest soon enough. I’ll be watching … and waiting.”
As the figure disappeared, he found himself in a vast, empty white void, with nothing but a large ornate fountain, that seems to shine as bright as a torch, and a small, thick leather-bound book beside him, with symbols that don't even come anywhere near making any sense. Giving up on the weird book, he looks down, examining his unfamiliar apparel, consisting of a hooded robe, made or a rough green material, brown trousers, and heavy leather boots. His skin seemed to be deciding whether to camouflage itself with the blank whiteness of the white void. Redirecting his attention to the most significant item, the small reservoir of water. Eric reluctantly stood up, wincing as his brain tried to pound its way out of his skull. What the heck could cause such excruciating pain? Glancing to the left, he sees an indistinct object in the distance. Wondering if his weary mind is hallucinating, he does a full turn, noting somewhat similar arches on the horizon. Wait, is there even a horizon? And could that perhaps be a gathering of people over there?
Attempting to decide what to do, Eric begins to contemplate his past experiences, to figure out what to do next. Except, growing anxious, he realizes that he doesn't know WHO HE IS. As he searches through his mind, he discovers massive areas that seem to just me missing. He can only find a few items of any significance. Firstly, that his name is Eric Everstorm. Immediately after figuring that out, he knows he is a Mage of the Second Order, but exactly what the Order actually IS, he has no idea. The mage part sounds promising, so he launches into an exploration of his mind. In a few minutes, the mage finally gives up, gathering together the few details he was able to glean from his messed up mind. To start, his abilities allow him to throw FREAKIN' FIREBALLS. Instinct taking over, his hands extend in front of his body, and a red sphere of fire develops. It quickly adjusts color, moving from red to orange to yellow to white to BOOM. Flying backwards, Everstorm barely has time to curse at himself before slamming into the fountain.
As he gained consciousness for the second time that day, the green-robed mage remembered the last element of the fireball. Charging it, it grows in power, until released, or if you're stupid, blowing up in your face. Forcing himself to his feet, Eric wiped himself off. Time to move on. Next off, his instincts once again went into auto-pilot, using his mind to envision a translucent shield surrounding his body. Within a moment, he feels an almost natural tug of energy, ending with a a slightly deeper feeling or exhaustion. Looking down at his hands, the tired magic-user inspects his hands, noticing a slight visual disturbance hovering over his body. This is EPIC. Rubbing his hands together, they float a minuscule distance apart from each other. Attempting another method, he simply commands his mind Release Shield. In the same instant, his hands bridge the gap between them, meeting up in the middle.
Now, for the grand finale. Holding his dominant right hand to the side, Everstorm WILLED his last ability into existence, and ten heartbeats later, a glowing silver sword dropped into his outstretched palm, seeming to coalesce from mist. Switching it from hand to hand, it somehow felt right. Thrusting the sword to the forefront of his body, he examined it's full length, caressing its fine leather hilt, and ran his fingers along the shining silver blade. Pausing, Eric noted two symbols, similar to those on the book. Speaking of it, he resolved to leaf through it pages, to try to determine any additional useful information. Letting go of the sword, it dissolved back into vapor. Indeed, the tired mage didn't even give it a second thought, growing accustomed to just how strange everything was.
Spotting the book on the fountain, he casually strolls towards the pool of water, at the edge of which the book lays. Stopping, Eric stoops down, wincing as a column of fire erupted along his spine. After recovering, the disgruntled youth slides his hand underneath the hard leather, raising it to his eyes. He commences to flip through the book, starting from the back. All he finds are complex figures, until coming upon the start of the book, where a collection of pages were readable. Confused, Eric scans the pages, realizing that they described in detail the abilities he had just before been testing. Slamming the book closed, the baffled mage sat down, seeking to settle his mind. Instead, all he can find is chaos and disorder. Nothing about this seems to be normal. Rising, Everstorm begins to walk in a random direction, staring at the ground. This is just too disorienting. He raised his head, squinting into the distance. His feet had led him in the direction of the group he had seen, and he had drawn close. Up close, the band of individuals differed from each other enormously. He glimpsed a huge pale giant, in ragged clothing, along with a girl with ears, a woman dressed in green, a canine, and a guy dressed in white who looked like his head was about to explode. Hearing a booming roar, Eric drew to a stop, searching for the source. Apparently, the guy had done just that. The pale giant stepped up beside one of the girls, yelling at the white guy, seeming to be defending her. Cautiously, Eric continued, feeling a bit scared. The first people he meets, and it looks like they're about to take each other's heads off.
Something appeared in the corner of his vision, up in the sky. Eric turned, still walking towards the group, and regarded the ridiculous duo flying through the sky on what he believed were... jet-packs of some sort. The word seemed off to him, but this whole place seemed off. In addition to these two he observed a figure wearing headphones off to the side, trying to catch the attention of the group. As he reached the group, he halted a small distance away, thinking that watching this play out would be the best course of action. Additionally, it might be entertaining. Feeling a sudden urge, the mage turned upside down, sitting on his head, and crossing his legs above him. This pose seemed to calm him, slowing his heartbeat. A meditation of some kind, maybe?
Suddenly, a figure dropped from the sky, and landed, although it wasn't a very orthodox landing. He fell right on top of the giant, face-first. Bursting out in laughter, Eric fell onto the white ground, bellowing in amusement.
Re: Hop In Losers, We’re Going On An Expedition! (Open) - Claptrap - 01-20-2016
Invoked stepped through the portal and entered the nexus once more. The blank whiteness was strangely serene, as though just being there calmed his mind. He followed the group to where ever it was they were going and they soon came to Valerie's acquaintance. The mage was slightly surprised when the slightly unreasonable individual lashed out at the plant wizard. Normally, Invoker would have minded his own business, but he wanted to show his worth to the party if the situation called for it.
Grundy was enraged at the sight of Valerie being attacked, the dog eared girl was similarly riled up and the two girls in red and white seemed to be planning something. The situation was tense to say the least.. Invoker's reagents flashed rapidly as he approached the front of the group, ready to defend himself if he needed to. He looked the angry man up and down. "Now, now." Invoker said, "you should learn to control your temper." He spoke to the furious man as a particularly smug teacher would to a child. "It would be a real shame if we had to resort to violence, would it not?" Invoker said, his voice dripping with both sarcasm and smugness.
Re: Hop In Losers, We’re Going On An Expedition! - Harlan Higgs - 01-20-2016
Grundy stood there, glowering, as Jade backed away from the confrontation and gave a hint-heavy statement about backing off and leaving the angry man to his own devices. Slowly taking a step backwards, he divided his attention between the rest of the group and the two in front of him, although he really didn't want to leave the friendly green plant mage alone with the angry man. Grundy felt sorry for Valerie, since he didn't look nearly half as strong as the rest of them. In fact, he looked more like his wrist would snap if he tried to throw a heavy punch. The hefty revenant had a soft spot in his tumerous heart for friends of his that couldn't snap trees in half with their bare hands, although Jade had said there was a much better adventure ahead of them than pounding this yelling bodybuilder into the dirt.
Quote:"Right. First of all, what in the Emperor's name are you bastards doi-"
Grundy snapped forward towards the new voice, startled as he saw a suit of ornately gilded armor standing before the group, ostensibly with a person inside. The giant bared his broken yellow teeth at him in a grimace. He might be another angry person intent on yelling at his friends. "GRUNDY NOT KNOW YOU!" The newcomer held up heavily gauntleted hands in reply, and backed away. A stray thought fizzled in the back of Grundy's head, in that the Armor Man might be someone fun to fight with. The monster always liked a challenge, especially against people encased in metal. It was fun peeling them out of it when it had broken.
Turning away, the alabaster automaton caught the small child riding the big fluffy dog waving at him, and his expression softened a little bit. He started to raise a hand to wave back, when suddenly-
Quote:“YOU STUPID JUGGALO FUUUUUUUCK!”
SPLOT
"AAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHH!"
Grundy felt blindly along his shoulders, reaching with his clumsy, hard fingers for the object lodged in his expansive and spongy trapezius, eventually snagging a squirming leg and yanking it out with a wet SCHLURP. Holding the wriggling thing in front of him, Grundy was surprised to see a multicolored boy, screaming his head off. Angrily. And cursing a blue streak, too.
"HOLY SHIT MOTHER OF GOD PUT ME DOWN YOU UGLY PIECE OF UNDEAD DUNG AND GENTLY MIND YOU OR I SWEAR TO WHATEVER STUPID GOD YOU BELIEVE IN I WILL SICKLE YOUR ASS FASTER THAN GAMZEE CAN CHUG A FAYGO"
The force of the outburst nearly blew Grundy's hair backwards, although it was quite messy already. He didn't quite understand most of it, except "put me down", so he complied. By releasing his grip, the troll still upside down and about six feet in the air. Karkat thudded into the bleak whiteness of the Nexus, staining it (and unbeknowst to him, Grundy's back) with fruity Faygo colors. "YOU LOOK LIKE RAINBOW. ARE YOU CLOWN, LITTLE MAN?"
Grundy barely noticed the other boy walk up and wave, too many things going on around him at once to focus. Oh well. He had plenty of friends around already, and no doubt that he'd make plenty more before this adventure was over. Not to mention, plenty of treasure. Although he was getting the feeling that if the rest of them didn't listen to Jade and keep moving, they'd have to have a real big fight before the group could go anywhere. Either outcome sounded like fun.
Re: Hop In Losers, We’re Going On An Expedition! - Strazio Rockwell - 01-20-2016
Strazio snorted and glared into the listless eyes of Solomon Grundy. The towering behemoth cast a shade of intimidation upon the furious mage. Grundy certainly was not a man, or rather creature, to be trifled with. The Defender’s mind drifted back to his battle with The Rock in Dante’s Abyss. Strazio could still taste the mud and blood that The Rock had forced him to eat. Even with this bitter memory the Avatar of Anger refused to be intimidated by the tower of meat standing before him. He huffed and growled, taking a small step forward to which Grundy responded to with a flexing of muscles.
“Do not think I am frightened of you,” Strazio spoke with the intensity of smoldering coals, “I lack fear.”
The fuming mage turned his attention to the pernicious dog-eared girl. She certainly spoke more than Cork, perhaps their shared traits ended in ears alone? Behind her eyes hid a certain resolve that Strazio could respect. Valerie had silently shifted to her side, his hands worked themselves into worrying knots. His green-painted fingernails wormed in between the soft green-stained flesh of his hands, an old habit never broken. Strazio huffed and spit onto the porcelain white floor of the nexus. Rarely would his anger be turned against Valerie, but the loss of his journal and Valerie’s obsession with obnoxious propinquity set him over the edge.
From the heavens came a startling screech. A grey-skinned teenager flew through the air with a trail of fruity liquid following him. Strazio watched in horror as the troll collided with the massive Grundy, only offsetting the giant’s footing by mere inches. A small splotch of residual Faygo splattered across Strazio’s cheek. The familiar saccharin smell of the soft drink sparked a fuming growl within the Avatar’s throat. With as much ire as he could muster the mage wiped the sticky purple drink from his cheek, covering his hand in syrupy liquid.
“Great, you’re friends with that fucking clown,” Strazio scoffed and smirked, “course the bastard made a good punching bag, do me a favor if you see him again send him my way, I need to blow off some steam.”
Quote:“Now, now. You should learn to control your temper. It would be a real shame if we had to resort to violence, would it not?”
“Oh ho ho,” Strazio chuckled and pointed a crackling finger at Invoker, “you haven’t seen my temper,and trust me, you don’t want to.”
Alarming bolts of energy snapped and crackled off his flesh. The air around him was charged with energetic magick. A sickly grin crawled across his thin face, the pain brought a certain sense of power, and that power sent shivers through Strazio’s spine. It had been quite a while since he had felt this, dangerous . Shang’s theft had sent a trigger of aggression through his mind. Thoughts of destruction and revenge reverberated within his skull and manifested through his actions. He wanted a fight, he wanted to rip apart something worth destroying.
Valerie finally spoke with trepidation staining his usually eloquent voice, “I know how much your journal means to you, and I’m sorry. But, please do keep in mind what happened at Cherodill.”
The word seemed to hand in the air like an unwanted smell. It seemed to take some of the wind from Strazio’s rage-powered sails. He took a step back and lowered his hands. The sparks began to dissipate leaving behind the faint smell of seared flesh. Strazio scowled and looked towards the Pale Moor’s gate.
“Yeah,” he began to speak but paused slightly, as if looking for the right words to say, “yeah, I won’t forget Valerie. I won’t forget. Sorry for hitting your stupid frog.”
“It’s quite alright!” Valerie clapped his hands together and moved in to give Strazio another hug. The Defender pushed him away and shook his head.
“Still doesn’t mean I want you to hug me Val,” he frowned, “I’m still very livid, and I’ve wasted enough time here with you and your friends . I wouldn’t suggest that any of you bastards follow me, that is unless you don’t value your life highly.”
With that final venomous declaration the Avatar turned his back upon the group and began to walk towards the Pale Moor’s gate. He had a skull to crack and as much as he wanted to continue his spat with Valerie’s friends he had bigger fish to fry. With a fluid motion he pulled the white hood of his cloak over his head. With nothing but vicious thoughts in his head he stormed a path to the gate. Valerie sighed at his pupil’s hostility, the kid could truly be a handful at times.
Re: Hop In Losers, We’re Going On An Expedition! - Jams Bolero - 01-21-2016
Although a bit difficult to decipher from his distance, Jams could pick apart the issue in the group with only minimal difficulty. Based on what he heard, the person in green was dubbed "Val" by the irate sociopath beside him, which would presumably be extended to "Valerie." Val seemed to act in the opposite method of whatever his friend decided upon. In fact, considering the way they communicate with one another, it seemed to Jams that they may even have a teacher-student relationship. Huh. Anyway, it seemed as if the dog-eared girl was about to rip off the head of the bitter schizophrenic. It was something akin to a lion sneezing while a circus performer dared to put it's head in it's mouth; it was dangerous, terrifying and unpredictable when she would actually do it. At the same time, the man was prepared to strike like the ferocious bear he was.
Whatever the conflict was here, it seemed to revolve around a particular pile of slime that the grey humanoid landed on. Jams does not even dare try to connect the dots further there. The conflict has been finished by now as the man walked away a minute ago, so investigation would be many times more complicated anyway. Instead, he looks toward deciphering a couple of clues about the hulking, ghastly creature that seemsalmost zombie-like in nature.
Most of the information Jams got about Grundy was from the one line "GRUNDY NOT LET YOU HURT FRIENDS," including the fact that his name was stated in that sentence. Jams was not sure why this line stood out, but it did, and it certainly helped him learn more about the group. For starters, this ghostly figure's name as Grundy and he seemed to be very protective of his friends based on his less-than-empty threats. In addition, his sentence structure depicts that he isn't the brightest of people. That's cool, Jams never judges people for things outside of their control, and Grundy's dedication to his pals seemed to more than make up for it.
As for that grey humanoid, he was accompanied by some creepy clown of a similar complexion with white face paint (or was it the other way around?), yet his horns were notably longer and sharper. Based on what the tired humanoid stated, it seems that he is unfamiliar to these people, and based on what he shouts at Grundy, it is implied that his eerie companion is titled Gamzee. "Hooray, context clues!", Jams declares in a moderate tone of voice. However, Jams is unfamiliar with "Faygo." Is it a soda? Jams wouldn't know for sure, he grew up on the off-brand Cory Cola.
Upon analyzing all the clues he remembered, Jams decides it's time to actually try and speak with someone. He notices someone in the distance and presumes that they are also new to the Canvas, as they appear to be simply standing place with a book in their hand, probably attempting to make sense of the situation. They aren't blinded, though, which disappoints Jams considering the comedic suffering he endured after Omni's lecture. They seem to wear a dark-green hoodie or something similar to a hooded robe. Jams is further disappointed, it seems like everyone has to be as fancy or showy as possible. Why wear comfortable clothes or dapper clothing when you can look fifty times more epic with a full black dress or freaking metal chains? Creativity in style seems limited, even the world of Omni.
Wait a second, how does Jams know what creativity was like where he was from? Upon asking himself this question, he realizes he has a very unusual case of selective amnesia. He knows what his personality and preferences are, but any memorial evidence of such draws a blank nearly as empty as this seemingly empty terrain. The only reason it isn't as empty to a point is because he remembers a couple of things. Ironically, one was that he infrequently wondered what it would be like to have amnesia, of all things. Strange that this specific memory was kept, but it's interesting nonetheless.
Unsure of what to do next, Jams begins to sit down and imagine a broom to use as a weapon, seeing as he remembers using one in battle out of convenience, mastery of something called a "Broomstyle," and because he liked whacking people upside the head with the bristled end of it. Before he does that, though, his iPod peculiarly switches to a song he is unfamiliar with; the title was "Fragrance of Dark Coffee," and it was a slow, smooth piece of jazz. It probably would work very well if he were actually in a cafe, sipping on a cup o' joe. Jams was sure he had never heard this, let alone put it in his iPod, but it made him feel much calmer and less anxious.
He takes advantage of this and heads over to the girl in the black dress. She seemed to be the one he knew least of all, comparatively. Jams could tell that the bleached, hotheaded fellow seemed to typically be as angry as Jams could have fun when it came to coming up with different ways of describing him in the same exact way. Vocabulary sure is fun. With the girl, though, her anger seemed situational at most, as she didn't seem like the kind of person who typically stayed happy. Because of this, Jams realized that her anger likely didn't really show off her true colors as a person, so he figured he'd talk to her and perhaps introduce the other fellow in the distance if and when he got over to the group.
As he walks, Jams notices the symbol on her dress is in the design of a swirl, almost like it was getting sucked into the center. Her glasses were ovular in design, with the top untouched by the rim. Her eyes were a sort of dark green, the kind that reminds Jams of healthy, long-lived ivy. She was about as tall with Jams, especially when he considered her ears, and her hair reached down to her back. The color of her hair was a sort of charcoal black, whereas her skin was something of a silvery-white.
He simply walks up to her calmly, the comfortable sound of the saxophone soothing his nerves, and he says "Hey, I'm Jams! A pleasure to meet you!" while holding his right hand up next to his head and quickly waving once, his index finger pointed toward the sky at an angle.
Re: Hop In Losers, We’re Going On An Expedition! - Soldier 75 - 01-21-2016
Eric slowly regained control over his laugh-ridden body. Finally, the chuckling mage refocuses his attention upon the pale behemoth, whose name he now knows is Grundy, just in time to hear the end of the rant of the crazy humanoid trapped in the titan's hands. He refers to something or someone called Gamezee, and chugging a Faygo. Some sort of drink, perhaps? However, before the little multi-colored dude can continue, Grundy releases his grip on him, causing him to fall to the ground, and leaving a little puddle of rainbow-colored residue. Ew. Grundy then bellows at the humanoid, apparently connecting rainbows with clowns, and asking him if he is indeed a clown.
An elf guy comes up to the white-haired guy, advising him to "control his temper". Not the best strategy, that one.
“Oh ho ho, you haven’t seen my temper,and trust me, you don’t want to.”
Energy began to come off of his skin, crackling and whipping all over the place. Wow, that's actually really cool. I want some of that for myself, now. He proceeds to give a creepy grin to the elf, still radiating energy. This seems like it might not end well. Suddenly, the one named Val spoke up, trembling, and reminded him about what happened in Cherodill.
This immediately seemed to take some of the anger out of the him. Must be something important that happened. He continues on to apologize, saying that he is sorry for hitting her frog. Instantly, the mood of the whole group appears to lighten, and Val goes in for a hug.
Quote:“Still doesn’t mean I want you to hug me Val, I’m still very livid, and I’ve wasted enough time here with you and your friends . I wouldn’t suggest that any of you bastards follow me, that is unless you don’t value your life highly.”Apparently the guy is still rather hostile. He begins to march away, quickly leaving the group behind. Eric slowly let go of his breathe, realizing that he had been holding it the whole time. Glad that's over with.
Making up his mind, Eric finally decides to introduce himself to the group. Strolling over, Eric examines the mix of individuals forming the group. Man, they're all so different. And why is their a child hanging onto that dog? Collecting his courage, he stops a few feet in front of the dog-eared girl, and attempts to sum up himself, proclaiming loudly. "Hello, my name is Eric Everstorm, and I have no idea who the heck I am, except that I can throw freaking fireballs and do other things. I saw you people and decided it might be a good idea to meet up with other people. Also s-"
Stopping, Eric suddenly looks down to his hands, which for some stupid reason, had begun to form the aforementioned fireball, which was already white-hot. "SON OF A" he screams as the fireball explodes, once again sending him flying through the air, landing a few feet back. Weakly raising his hand, Eric calls out "Give me a moment," and proceeds to lapse into unconsciousness once more.
Re: Hop In Losers, We’re Going On An Expedition! - Jade Harley - 01-22-2016
A frown twisted on Jade's lips as she watched the hooded figure of Strazio stalk off across the Nexus. That grumpy dude sure was something. Not something particularly good, but he could probably be forgiven just by association with the virtually nuclear kindness of Valerie. Besides, now that he had up and sauntered away, there was absolutely no reason why they couldn't begin their expedition straightaway!
Jade lightly patted Grundy's arm, her hand coming away sticky and wet after touching the majorly old, grody suit. It might have been a groovy, real shin-diggy suit many years ago, but it was pretty clearly past its prime. She stared at the offending limb for a moment, resolving to test it in her lab later instead of wiping the gunk off on her nice skirt.
Well. Time to go, then! Right after she figured out just who these random randomers randoming around their group were all about.
"Alright, well," she said, eyes straying down towards where some random guy had flopped over and onto the ground, apparently unconscious. How weird. "Anyways...."
She looked at Karkat real quick out of the corner of her eye, totally on the sly with unprecedented amounts of low-brim fedora sneakiness. The short, dark-haired bundle of nerves and colorful swears was far too busy glaring after Rockwell to notice, his teeth bared in a furious sneer and his shoulders braced for a fight. It only took her a few seconds more to connect the dots.
"No way," Jade said, stepping into the cherry-blooded troll's line of sight, arms crossed firmly over her chest. "I know what you're thinking, Karkat, and it isn't a good idea. It will never be a good idea. Right, Valerie?"
The green-robed mage made a noncommittal sound halfway between a sigh and a disappointed ho-hum. He was clearly still hung up on the whole electric boogaloo tantrum thing. Jade had hoped going on a trip to the Frozen Fields would brush away all these kinds of saddening things, but it just kind of figured they would end up getting all bummed out in the interim.
Jade made to reach out and provide some form of comfort when a guy with a set of real snazzy headphones wandered up and began speaking to her. As a fellow appreciator of exceptional headgear, Jade felt that she might just get along swimmingly with the new person!
"Hi, Jams! I'm Jade Harley, it's nice to meet you! Is that... is that Everstorm guy O.K.?" She lifted up a bit into the air in flight, peering questioningly over at the unconscious person who could, apparently, create fire balls at the drop of a hat.
Welp. He certainly was.... unconscious. Jade's red-slippered feet returned to the ground with a light, faintly scratchy pap. That was settled, then.
But there was another person they were supposed to be looking out for, right? nomadicNeutrality! Jade's ears flicked upwards as she thought on that a little more. So much had happened, it was so easy to forget something big, glaringly obvious, decked all out in armor....
A smile twitching upon the corners of her mouth, Jade whirled around to face the rather familiar armored fellow. "A-ha! Hi, nomadicNeutrality! That's you, right? How do you do?" Huh. Wasn't this the guy that Adam had dueled in the Colosseum?
Re: Hop In Losers, We’re Going On An Expedition! - King Axorn - 01-22-2016
Quote:Sorry I haven't been able to post, I've been quite busy lately.
The portal rippled with increasing intensity as a shadow began to emerge within. The teleporting ocean suddenly became very agitated seemed as though there were bombs going off inside the field, when suddenly, a bright-red draconic snout emerged followed by the rest of the large red-scaled body, which was accompanied by leathery wings and a sound of roaring engines originating within the mechanical contraption Axorn had built for himself.
As soon as the tip of the pointed tail of the dragon-human hybrid was released from the portal's grip, Axorn regained his awareness. And just in time too, had he not recovered his vision until a split second later, he would have hurt and possibly badly injured half the group of Primes that had now assembled before the glowing portal of Camelot.
Axorn tilted his wings straight up inn a tight, aggressive curving motion that had him rocket directly parallel to his previous path, in other words, he was now rocketing towards the seamless, seemingly endless sky of the Nexus. As Axorn found himself staring at the blank canvass before him, he came to the realization that his maneuver and quick thinking had executed perfectly, without a single injury.
Perfect! Axorn thought, partying inside his mind. That was a close call.
Axorn looked down at the group of Primes as he rose higher and higher into the white suffocation of the Nexus. When Axorn figured he was at a high enough height, he flipped the switch to turn off his contraption, which caused it and his wings to contract, causing him to flip head over heels and plummet towards the large group of humanoid figures below him.
Axorn snapped the clips off his wings easily now that they were in a relaxed state, giving him full control just when he needed it. Axorn spread his wings, slowing himself down considerably and continuing to decrease in acceleration until he landed so lightly on the ground that you probably wouldn't be able to hear it unless everything was completely silent.
Axorn looked around and found himself standing right next to the walking suit of armor he had met briefly back in Coruscant.
Axorn's face curled into a scowl. "What are you doing here?" Axorn said, his voice dripping with disdain for the hulk of metal.
Re: Hop In Losers, We’re Going On An Expedition! - Tartaros - 01-25-2016
The Astartes breathed a sigh of relief, relieved at the suited giant's apparent projectile-alien based distraction. Slowly turning towards the center of the group, he simply stood in silence, watching the argument unfold. It seemed the white-haired boy was finally leaving. Most fortunate. It would be a shame if he had to step in any more than he already had... Curbing anger is not a pleasant experience, after all.
Quote:"A-ha! Hi, nomadicNeutrality! That's you, right? How do you do?"
His train of thought interrupted, Tartaros looked down to find a short, smiling girl in a black dress. Judging by that grin, she must have a real cheery demeanor on her. Or crippling psychosis, but that's unlikely.
"Oh...", the man coughed for a moment, "Yes, yes I am.".
The girl's grin widened further as she spoke. "Great! Well, I'm Jade, Jade Harley! But you probably know me better as gardenGnostic. While we're sharing names, what's yours?"
"Tar-", the Astartes paused, there was something he couldn't quite remember. "Tartaros. Just Tartaros."
"Okay "Just Tartaros".", the girl said, as bubbly and enthusiastic as ever, "Welcome aboard, to you and your little friend!"
"About him...", Tartaros said, gesturing towards his puppet companion, who was busy glaring at the recently departed boy, "Please excuse any... harshness he might exhibit, he can't help himself someti-"
The Astartes was interrupted by a gust of wind flowing behind him, and a familiar scowling red figure, gripping a blade.
Quote:"What are you doing here?"
The question was met with a growl and a quick blow to the arm, knocking the weapon out of the draconian's hand.
"One.", Tartaros responded, in a far harsher voice than before, "Do not ever interrupt me like that. Two. Stop that damned scowling. Three. Do not point that thing at me."
Within moments, the semi-dragon was back on its feet, still snarling. "Now.", Tartaros continued more calmly, with his by his bolter by his side. "Let's start again. Calm and respectfully."
Re: Hop In Losers, We’re Going On An Expedition! - Ruby Rose - 01-29-2016
Quote:CHAPTER 8
This guy... he really just... when the frozen frog collided with the snow white base that covered the empty expanse of the Nexus, my hands automatically reached for Crescent Rose at my waist, a dark shroud encompassing the robed male with the hair that blended with the nexus. That one cruel movement and the many curse words and rude responses to the displayed gift immediately painted him as something evil, untrustworthy... something more like a Grimm than a human. Jade seemed mighty frustrated with the terrible character as well, and I of course had no reason to blame her. I hoped he was ready to be peppered by bullet holes...
But before I could nail one through the guy's skull (that's the first time I've ever said something like that...), a dainty hand laid upon my shoulder. Weiss proceeded to calm me down, her reasoning being an unneeded fight, especially in the presence of a child. Now that I looked at it, she was right; I didn't want a little girl to see something like that. If anything happened though, 'White Rose' was the go-to plan. I just let the fire simmer, leaving it to cool off on its own. As terrible as the grey skinned girl's singing was, Rebecca did produce a calming aura in the situation, and I smiled sweetly to her. "Well, I guess we have some kinda entertainment to take our minds off of this guy..." I chuckled. Fun fact; this was the first time I had ever considered using a curse word. Ever.
But looking beyond Rebecca, I noticed something in the distance; a flash of bright, flame-like golden hair. "Oh, no!" In all the chaos, I had forgotten I promised to meet up with Yang! Frowning, I whipped out my diary and wrote upon a blank page near the back;
"Sorry Jade!
I had forgotten to tell you I promised to meet up with my sister!
I don't wanna interrupt, so I'm leaving this letter for you.
I hope I can make it up to you sometime!
Thanks!
- Ruby and Weiss"
I had forgotten to tell you I promised to meet up with my sister!
I don't wanna interrupt, so I'm leaving this letter for you.
I hope I can make it up to you sometime!
Thanks!
- Ruby and Weiss"
And with that, I skipped towards Rebecca and gazed softly into her curious, golden eyes. "Hey, Rebecca, could you please give this to Jade once she's finished with the meanie?" I asked her, trying to keep my words as small as possible for her. A simple nod and a nearly shouted "Okay!" were the only confirmation I needed, slipping the page into her dead-coloured palms. I rejoined Weiss and scooped Zwei up, holding him tightly to my chest. "Alright, Weiss, we're going to see Yang and Blake!" I explained, smiling brightly, before turning on my heel and bolting off in Bumblebee's direction, Weiss at my heels.
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Universally Speaking - Gamzee Makara - 01-29-2016
“Tch...Oh, you haven’t even met the real clown yet, you petrified mongrel.”
Karkat raises his arms up into the air, glancing down at his sticky, syrupy, drenched form. Like a rainbow had thrown up on him or something. It was soda pressing.
A low growl emanating from his throat, Karkat simply exudes an aura that screams, “Get the fuck away from me, so help me God” at pretty much every face that he doesn't recognize. He didn’t know who the hell all these people were, but frankly, he didn’t want them around. Despite some tentative greetings being thrown in his general direction, they fell on deaf ears. All that Karkat could really hear at this particular moment was the rush of blood and the roar in the back of his mind. A ticking time bomb- no, a nuke just waiting to be detonated. Such a thing should NOT be bothered in any way, shape, or form.
Alas…
So much was happening. So, so much. Karkat’s head was spinning, both from pure confusion and raw, unbridled fury. That mage asshole is just walking away without another thought. Asswhole. Thats right. Asswhole. With a ‘w’. Because all of him is an ass. All of him. Vision blurring, the fiery alien sets his jaw and clenches his fist, sharp fingernails digging into his grey palms almost hard enough to pierce the skin. The Knight of Blood takes a step forward.
“You fucking sparky piece of tantrum throwing shi-”
“Karkat!”
His string of brutal insults that could loosely be described as ‘sick fires’ is shut down before it even really gets going. The only voice of reason in a world of nonsensical, murderous, idiotic jerks. Jade Harley. Karkat stumbles back, away from the general direction of the murderous jerk most relevant to their current situation. His jaw twitches, fists still shook. There wasn’t much for little Shouty McStrifeypants to say. So for now, he simply wasn’t going to say anything. Maybe now would be a good time to sit down and gather his thoughts. Fucking Faygo Jetpacks. Insane Clowns. Giant Zombies. And lots of insufferable assholes. Lots of ‘em.
Karkat flashes Strazio a universally understood sign for “Fuck You” while his back is turned.