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 Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 12:08 am
 øø...Heroes of Time...øø  Directional MapOOC I Main I Profiles
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 12:09 am
Project Timelapse Sometimes you just KNOW when you hear a bad idea. But as things go, you can’t really do anything to stop it once it gains enough momentum.
This is the story of such a thing.
Science, magic, and religion have joined hands. Through technological advances, mana/elements, and Faith, mankind had reached its most monumental achievement EVER.
Through each branch, the wish to bring back the dead was always one that was in the pursuit of, however, never really perfected.
Science extended life spans, magic could resurrect zombie-esque deceased ones, and religion could reincarnate previous lives. Each had its hitch.œ The only life science could bring was that to the essentially non-living. Like machines, androids, etc. It was impossible to bring a past figure back, but it could make a life last as long as it could.œ Magic brought about Necromancy, which could raise the dead. But the forms were always broken, decayed, and manipulated. They had no will of their own. Even with restorative arts, the being would still be bound to their summoner.œ Through prayer and Faith, one could hope a lost loved one comes back in another life. These reincarnated souls vary from completely different bodies, to not having any memory whatsoever of who they once were. And anyone waiting for their re-birthed loved ones have more than likely already passed on.
Through Project Timelapse, the branches were finally able to bridge the faults and gaps of their respective ways. This was not a process to be accessed by just plain old anyone though. Oh no. It was decided that in such troubling times, the world needed people who could make a difference. A difference in the right direction.
Historians from all over flocked to offer their knowledge. It was time consuming, but from what was written in the books and recorded in video footage, they selected the greatest heroes of all time.
Using paintings, photos, and text descriptions, they were able to reconstruct the bodies of the heroes during their primes.
Their original souls were recalled from the spirit realm and reconnected to their new bodies.
Some heroes took longer than others to find the correct soul to be installed, so the project is still on going.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 12:10 am
...Didn’t See THIS Coming... As each hero awoke from their slumber, they were instilled with every last bit of knowledge of their former life. They even remembered how they died.
To wake up in a completely different era, however, was still quite shocking to them. The first few to be aware of life again were briefed on the world as it was, and why they were alive once more.
Some took to this well, some didn’t.
A larger fraction of the awakened heroes decided to go their own way and live this second life. Although it was difficult to adjust, eventually they settled in and wanted to be left in peace.
Few chose to continue where they left off and have submitted themselves into positions of law. They maintain peace in their respective cities.
Mistakes are bound to happen though.
Six years later, what was thought to be a hero was secretly actually a villain. History recorded the wrong things about this person, and now that this being is self-aware, they plan to use the methods that make up Project Timelapse to bring back some of the most sinister characters of time for one great battle against their now-living rivals.
A battle of epic proportions. A battle to end all battles.
A battle that can only end in some kind of Apocalypse.
Will these heroes take up arms and play their righteous roles once again? Or are they too sullen to consider this new lifetime worth saving? Their fate had been fulfilled once already. Wasn’t it?
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 12:15 am
The Heroes[ - Female - ] Fiona of the WindFµll Name: Fiona Ellise Lillium
Prime Age: 24
Current Age: 27 [ Awake 3 years ]
∑yes: Blue/Green
Hair: Sunflower blonde
Species: Human
Nøted Før: The first, single most effective female general in history. She led a nation’s whole army by herself and brought her people victory over entire continents before retiring. She wielded duel long swords and was blessed with the elemental gift of wind control. She could conjure gales, as well as wind blades if her trademark ones were ever apart from her.
Unwritten: There were some notes that the general was a stern woman who often addressed herself as a man. Even her soldiers called her ‘Sir’. History couldn’t have known that she actually pined to be a normal woman her whole career. Fiona did not die of old age. She was violently struck down by a trusted comrade. To preserve her good name, the true cause of her death was altered.
What Are They Doing Now?: Fiona became a mechanic specializing in motorcycles. She rides her own chopper to make parts deliveries and to keep tabs on her garages. She’s taking small steps in living the life as a normal woman; she presently has three different boyfriends.  [ Available ]
Prime Age: 700
Current Age: 705 [ Awake 5 years ]
∑yes: Red
Hair: White
Species: Seasonal Entity
Nøted Før: Profoundly one of the most graceful and lovely demons ever created. Essentially, she was the complete embodiment of snow and the season of winter. She descended to earth during the time when demons were dominant and became one herself. She retained her mastery of snow, ice, and some water, which came in handy when she battled the forces of The Triad (3 God-type entities who created her and watched over the planet in that era) over her right to wander the earth. Unfortunately, she met her end in a valiant sacrifice of her body to save what friends she made.
Unwritten: December was a modest and clear thinking demoness in her day. She seemed shy at times, and also quite cold. In truth, however, The Triad gradually voided her of emotions as payment for her stay on earth, along with the souls of the dead to provide them with power.
What Are They Doing Now?: Owns her own amusement park called ‘Winter Wonderland’. She has all of her emotions restored and enjoys people having fun. She controls the snowfall at her park and on certain rides. She also has her own line of snow cones and ice cream. Although she misses her old friends, she’s made plenty of new ones.  [ Available ]
Prime Age: 23
Current Age: 29 [ Awake 6 years ]
∑yes: One dark red, one orange-red
Hair: Gray
Species: Neko-Andriod
Nøted Før: Product of Science and magic’s first attempted collaboration. An assassin demon-cat (Neko) who was fused with bionic parts. Essentially one of the first demon androids. She was meant to hunt and kill shady characters and other individuals frowned upon by The Society (Classified government section involved with gangs and terrorists). She took down the section to win the freedom of all following creations made in her image. Her heart gradually became weak running on both blood and electricity, so although her heart eventually stopped beating, her battery cells kept her body on a kind of auto-pilot until that ran dry too. Androids and other partly bionic creatures have since been treated as equally as humans and demons.
Unwritten: Celes was a child when she got into an accident that prompted her to be a test subject. She spoke very casually, often using slang and acted on impulses similar to a child’s ADD. Her creator was like a father figure to her, so with his passing, she took one of his eyes as her own, so they were different shades of red. She was the only android with the program of S.W.M. (Spontaneous Weapon Materialization), which allowed her to open up her bionic body parts and summon any weapon of choice.
What Are They Doing Now?: Although a ditz in her first life, she’s now a teacher: a college professor who teaches chemistry to be exact. Being brought back in her prime also resurrected her unborn child, so she was pregnant. Her daughter is now six years old; her name is Aly, and she has no bionic parts. On weekends, she visits LARPing groups to teach them how to use her favorite weapon: the crossbow.  [ Taken ]
Prime Age: 32
Current Age: 34 [ Awake 2 years ]
∑yes: Green
Hair: Black
Species: Human
Nøted Før: Iconically known as the perfect and/or ideal woman. She set the bar for females all over the world when she ruled her kingdom in her brother’s absence. She was the first noble to accept all races as equals, and openly welcomed them into her kingdom. Naori had the purest of lights about her and could calm even the blackest hearts of demons. She was also an exceptional negotiator, and opened the first good relations to the demon realm. Sadly, she met a tragic end when her unforgiving and unaccepting brother learned of her ‘traitorous ways’. In his attempt to murder her, she took him down in her final breaths to prevent his tyrannical ways from ever plaguing their kingdom.
Unwritten: Naori was soft-spoken, but very in control of herself. She knew what needed to be said and how it should be said. Not the type to be vain or selfish, she adored good relationships with other races and dreamed of a world of peace. She prayed that her brother would one day come to his senses and they could return to being close siblings that could rule her ideal world.
What Are They Doing Now?: Naori was picked out by a talent agent and is now a world known super model, mainly posing in her old fashioned royal garbs and the occasional swimsuit wear. She is also an ambassador for the humans whenever things need to be worked out with the demon lords. She chooses to remain single, for now.  [ Taken ]
Prime Age: 3,540
Current Age: 3,546 [ Awake 6 years ]
∑yes: Crystal blue
Hair: White
Species: Valkyrie
Nøted Før: A Valkyrie who selflessly fought for her nation in an era that only knew war. She never slept, ate, or accepted help when it came to protecting her people. Soren was worshipped as a Goddess, but never treated her followers poorly. This was one of the few times where humans and demi-gods ever got along in harmony. She was known for her mighty lance and deadly katzbalger made of melted down, blessed crosses. Demi-gods and other heaven-sent creatures have toned down their superior attitudes since. Soren finally died after regaining her humanity, basically making her human, and passed of old age.
Unwritten: Soren was always straight to the point and battle crazy. She never admitted to loving fights, however, and played it off as if they were bothersome. She was very maternal towards everyone around her, save for her enemies. Soren was not a traditional Valkyrie, and was made by recycling a soul.
What Are They Doing Now?: Disheartened that she was revived as a Valkryie after working so hard to regain her humanity and human form in her first life, Soren lives off welfare. She literally does nothing all day. She lives in a recreation of Olympus at a museum; she befriended security and the janitors to keep her living arrangements secret. Occasionally at night, she participates in underground fight clubs to feed her battle-crazy urges.  [ Taken ]
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 12:19 am
The Heroes[ - Male - ] Balmung: Silent SlayerFµll Name: Gram Balmung Nothung
Prime Age: 1,600
Current Age: 1,602 [ Awake 2 years ]
∑yes: Ice blue
Hair: Pale blue, silver
Species: God-forged sword
Nøted Før: Originally known as the sword that slayed Fafnir, Balmung was passed from heroic hand to heroic hand. But, it had never been a hero itself. That is, until it was wielded by a young, pig-tailed girl. Being forged by magic and planetary entities made it self aware, and it developed a strong bond with the girl. Eventually the bond was strong enough to create a humanly body for him, although he was mute. He was the first magical weapon to take on a true life of its own. The girl grew apart from him eventually and chose to be with another man, but he didn’t resent her. The love he still maintained motivated him to protect the world she loved so much. Balmung has the ability to make his body as deadly as a razor’s edge to the touch, cause explosions to trigger by directing his hands at an area, and has super human strength. He chose to die at the same time as his late wielder, and crumbled to silver dust.
Unwritten: Previously, Balmung was unable to keep his human form without his wielder wearing a scarf or tie around her neck, to keep his bond connected/anchored to an actual living being. He eventually became able to stay human by wearing either scarf or tie himself. He’s very calm and gentle, but normally wears a placid expression. Although he cannot speak, he can write.
What Are They Doing Now?: Balmung translates sign language, as in, he listens to people talk, and translates for the deaf. He also works in the industry that makes brail, although instead of using the machines, he pokes into sheet metal with his pinkie. He keeps to himself, but still acts friendly. Any woman who tries anything flirtatious ends up being promptly ditched. He still remains loyal to the one girl.  [ Taken ]
Prime Age: 35
Current Age: 36 [ Awake 1 year ]
∑yes: Blue
Hair: Platinum blond
Species: Human
Nøted Før: Along with his prowess over the wind and electric elements, Firi was also well known for his boyish appearance despite his true age. He traveled his country and many others banishing evil in its worst form. His blade was infused with what seemed to be a holy entity, and was capable of unleashing devastating waves of pure aura. For a majority of his life, his era was in a time of tranquility because of his efforts. He spread the knowledge of the darker forms of mana to as many people as he could, which today has helped classify present beings and their affinities. Shortly after the loss of sight in one eye, he met his end purging the actual embodiment of evil. The amount of holy energy required to rid the world of this darkness was fatal, and he literally vaporized.
Unwritten: Firi was a good man who only really lost his temper when people poked fun at his appearance. He knew he looked like a child when he truthfully wasn’t. That aside, he was gentle, sweet, and highly devoted to the Church. He fought along side the general Fiona before she died, and they may have had a fling.
What Are They Doing Now?: Firi lives in the countryside and is acting sheriff of his town. Ironically, it is a town of demons – nice, good, natured demons – but demons nonetheless. Not a single one of the inhabitants make fun of him though, regardless of looking young or being human, which he appreciates. He has no idea Fiona was revived too; many of the demon girls find his youthful appearance very attractive, but he’s not quite ready to make a specie jump. He still has lingering feelings occasionally.  [ Taken ]
Prime Age: 22
Current Age: 26 [ Awake 4 years ]
∑yes: Dark blue
Hair: Dark blue
Species: Human
Nøted Før: Sherlock Holmes: come to life. By far, the most prestigious detective ever to have lived. Deduced several crimes of his day, and cold cases before his lifetime. Reduced crime rate in his city by a staggering 76% in his rookie years and went on to open his own detective agency. To this day, the agency still exists as one of the main departments of government intelligence, outranking the FBI.
Unwritten: Touma was just your average joe. At least in person he was. He was aware of his great ability to deduce anything out of the ordinary, but preferred to act as any other man did. He was single his whole life, but had one female companion: a gogo dancer by the name of Itsuki, who helped in his work with her psychic powers and shady connections. She was killed during a drug bust.
What Are They Doing Now?: Touma used up his whole first life accomplishing precisely what his calling was. Now in his second, he chose to pursue a different outlet: being a disk jockey. He plays at a few select high roller clubs, but is mainly hired for school proms and local pubs. It’s been a slow, rough road to the same success, but he knows that if he sticks to it, things will work out. He declines being re-hired to lead his own agency, but he’ll take on a few cases if he’s strapped for cash. Touma is a bit of a drinker, and is prone to one-night-stands, since that was how he met Itsuki.  [ Taken ]
Prime Age: 19
Current Age: 25 [ Awake 6 years ]
∑yes: Pale black
Hair: Dark brown/black
Species: Neko
Nøted Før: Proposed the first collaboration of the branches back in the day. Of course, they laughed at him saying they would never see eye level, and he was dismissed. Not one to be discouraged, however, Zep engineered the first line of magic-powered weaponry. Ranging from elemental swords, to laser-firing wands, Zep was a huge success and opened the doors to exploring other possibilities with the teamwork of the branches. Unfortunately, he killed himself from despair when he saw that his weapons were fueling some of the most gruesome wars of his time, and encouraged gangs to start forming.
Unwritten: Zep was a gentleman; he was full of chivalry and carefully selected counter arguments. When he created his line of magical weapons, he only meant to show the world that the joining of two opposing elements could create something amazing: it was meant as a sign of peace. Somehow, he hadn’t thought of he consequences, probably due to his optimistic outlook on life.
What Are They Doing Now?: Traumatized by the result of his creations, he’s chosen to build simpler things. Zep owns a toyshop where he builds model airplanes, trains, and ships, and sews dolls. All of his toys are powered by their owner’s mana, so in a sense, they help children learn to focus and hone their magical skills to power their toys, and bring them to life.  [ Available ]
Prime Age: 20
Current Age: 26 [ Awake 6 years ]
∑yes: Yellow
Hair: Orange
Species: Half-human, half-kitsune
Nøted Før: Responsible for preventing the first apocalyptic disaster. When mana was still generally uncontrollable, they manifested themselves in artifacts that would give their owners undisputable power. He managed to get his claws on the two main opposing forces, those of light and darkness. Fighting not only the voices of both elements trying to control him and get them onto their side, he also had to fight the hoards of other demons and humans trying to steal the swords from him. He was a reluctant hero, not wanting the responsibility that was thrust upon him. However, his last mission in life was to scatter the weapons and make sure no one would ever have to bare his unfair fate again. Although meant to be a selfish act, in the end, it benefited the world. The swords are nothing but forgotten ashes now.
Unwritten: Kevin may have been known as the reluctant hero, but before he stumbled upon the artifacts, he was more than content with living a life in solitude. He stole food and slept in the forest due to racism against being a halfbreed. He was unfit towards either side, and although he put on the front of being a stubborn jackass, his feelings were hurt when people yelled at him for being lesser. If he wasn’t good enough, he was a monster, and he was traumatized by having multiple villages chase him with torches and pitchforks in his childhood.
What Are They Doing Now?: He continued where he wanted to leave off. Kevin took a moderately easy job as a bartender, working only nights on weekdays. The rest of the time he spends doing whatever he feels like, which is play a few choice sports, practice some martial arts, and feel good about buying food with earned money. He’s also currently engaged to a full blooded kitsune, although her parents somewhat disapprove of him. Not because he’s a halfbreed, but because he’s generally unmotivated to do better things with his life. (They don’t know he’s the same resurrected hero. He keeps that to himself so no one depends on him.)  [ Taken ]
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 12:20 am
A Common EnemyMistaken as a hero, two conjoined souls were recalled into a body of one who was known as “The Unstoppable One”. The branches were confused as the body morphed into a thinner, longer androgynous form; they had no idea there were two souls, and what more, they were the wrong souls. They could only assume this was the hero’s true form, and caught them up with the world.
The two souls had both their memories restored, and realized they were together in one body.
In their first life, they were known as Ragnarok and Malakai.
Ragnarok was the inhumanity that has plagued the Valkyrie Soren. So long as Soren kept fighting, she could harness the heart of the fallen opponent to fuel her existence, and gradually form her own body and reset the world in a devastating Apocalypse. It was her way of cleansing the world.
Malakai was the origin of all darkness; the very first esper of evil. Every living second of his existence was spent causing pain, trauma, and death. Not a thing was spared. The way he worked wasn’t outwardly evil. He was careful, cunning, and powerful. He took his time to insure every detail would snowball all negative events.
Now together, they share a youthful body, but have only a small percentage of their original powers. They’ll need help if they wish to resume chaos upon the planet. If the heroes can come back, why not the villains too...? The branches will never let them near the machine that revives the beings, but they’re smart enough to stick around and learn the process. ...it’s time to start the game...  Fµll Name: Niflheim
Prime Age: 2,000 – Malakai
Current Age: 2,000 [ Awake a few months ]
∑yes: Black – Ragnarok
Hair: Dark purple – Malakai
Species: Demi-god – Ragnarok
Powers: Half the effectiveness of what each used to be capable of. Ragnarok’s half brought mind-control, Earth magic, and tentacle-like barbs that can sprout from her back. Malakai’s half brought the control over all forms of darkness/evil, instantaneous wormhole creation, and the ability to absorb lesser demons within a close enough proximity
New Powers: From the originally planned hero to be brought back, they now have the ability to turn extraordinarily dense, and ultimately impenetrable on the outside, as well as the ability to liquefy non-living objects. From being combined, they can gender swap at notice.
Currently Doing...?: Has two jobs, one of which is staying within the section responsible for Project Timelapse, as a personal assistant. His/Her other job is at a themed coffee shop, where the mandatory uniform is a maid costume.[ Reserved until all other slots are filled ]
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 12:23 am
Rules
1. Literacy:
I do expect people to have a knowledgeable degree of spelling and grammar. Sometimes keys don’t press the way we want, and typos happen, and that’s understandable. However, if you’re still having trouble using ‘your’ and ‘you’re’, or you say ‘ya’ instead of ‘yeah’, then kindly re-educate yourself before thinking of submitting a profile. Run-on sentences are also annoying.
2. Post layout:
I have no qualms about pretty pictures, fonts, and quotes around the borders of your posts. I’m more concerned about the text. There’s nothing wrong with paragraphs, and some of us are getting old, so please don’t make the text size super tiny.
3. Posting:
Even with a crammed schedule, I manage to check my threads and post at least once, granted it’s my turn. If you can’t commit to posting on a decently regular basis, don’t give my hopes up. Tell me ahead of time about absences, if you can. I’m quite understanding.
Also, please keep all OOC, to the OOC thread.
4. Language:
Some characters are rougher than others, but I don’t need sailors. Don’t turn things trashy. All the same, if there’s to be romance in the air, let it be romantic. I draw the line at sultry, since there are big flirts, but don’t drop your drawers and stop humping.
5. Originality:
The length of one’s post never matters to me; it’s the content of what’s in it. Take as long as you need to make a good post you can be proud of. One-liners just wave the white flag of laziness and/or writer’s block.
6. God modding:
Do I even really need to explain this? Just don’t do it.
7. Plot twists:
I’m known for them, but by all means feel free to drop a bomb on me too. Scheme with your fellow rp’ers! The more ZOMG moments, the better!
8. Joining:
PM me the first profile skeleton with a sample of your rp’ing skills. Links to your recent threads are fine too. I’d just like to get a feel of how you type and set your sentences up.
If we’ve rp’ed before, you don’t need a sample.
Also, I’m going to be VERY picky about who I let be Niflheim. I need someone who’s profoundly good at being an evil character with reasonable boundaries in terms of screwing over the good guys. For those who want to try at being Niflheim, I’ll need an extensive rp sample and links to any diabolical characters you’ve had/have.
Username:
Character you wish to play:
Additional traits you’ll be including:
Current choice of weapons/powers:
Link to/RP Sample:
If you’ve been accepted, go ahead and copy this skeleton and paste it into the profile thread.
[align=center][color=*][size=28]Your Character’s Name Here[/size][/color][/align]
[imgleft]Your Character’s Image Here[/imgleft][size=11][color=*][b]Originally known as[/b] .....[/color]
[color=*][b]Now addressed by[/b] .....[/color]
[color=*][b]I live in the city of[/b] .....[/color]
[color=*][b]I carried over from my past life[/b] .....[/color]
[color=*][b]Some new things I’ve acquired are .....[/color]
[color=*][b]All I want to do is .....[/color]
[color=*][b]Some of the other heroes I know about are .....[/color]
[color=*][b]The one pulling the puppet strings is ..... (Your Username Here)[/color][/size]
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 12:24 am
Pride and JoyThese are all past/recent characters myself, Fashi, and Sweetest December created. Please don’t plan to use them as your own in future threads. I asked their permission to use their characters for others to play as a kind of social experiment.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 11:18 pm
The Anti-Heroes The Anti-Heroes are presently only for show. Until we fill all the Hero slots and choose a Niflheim, all you can do is look. Maybe reserve someone.Nyx: The Viral Disease of ChaosFµll Name: Nyx of Tartarus
Prime Age: 25
∑yes: Neon yellow
Hair: Pale blond/beige
Species: Human
I am the Anti-: Fiona
Hated Før: An infection of self-hate and doubt that gradually evolved into a split personality within Fiona. When possessed by Nyx, she held enough dark magic within her to eradicate an army with one fell swing of her swords. She would taint Fiona’s pure wind magic and conjure tornadoes of darkness and gales that were mistaken for a dragon’s wrath. Fiona’s armor would also turn black and practically melt with her skin, denying removal. Nyx’s short temper caused massive losses for both sides fighting in whatever battle she partook in, and was eventually pushing for the slaughter of the royal family to run the kingdom herself. Fiona’s consciousness remained enough to beg her comrade to strike her down after a long, exhausting duel. She wanted to be purged of the evil she had created in herself at whatever the cost.  Kansaur: Embodiment of The Triad BrothersFµll Name: Kansaur; originally Leonine, Anteres, and Geminian
Prime Age: Ageless
∑yes: Alternate between green, blue, gray, and red
Hair: Red with silver streaks
Species: Gods
I am the Anti-: December
Hated Før: They regulated the life and death cycle in their era, and even created the entities to associate with the mana elements. Although they weren’t inherently evil, being gods caused them to tremble with great anger when one of their creations wanted to become more than what she was and walk the earth for her own selfish reasons. It was taken as a large slap of disrespect, but she was given the privilege anyway, with a price. Her emotions would be voided, and she had to gather souls to replenish their powers once every few years. It was thought to be an impossible task for her, and being void of emotions was supposed to prevent her from enjoying her time – or anything in particular – on the planet. She rose against them eventually, along with a colorful group of friends that didn’t want her to live her life as they’d molded it. December’s sacrifice didn’t kill them, but with the world now aware of their iron fist, they had no choice but to step down and wither away or face constant attempts of being overthrown; the scale of life and death would be tipped too far into death.  Esmer, Mechanical MaestroFµll Name: Unit 779; Esmer
Prime Age: 18
∑yes: Dark red
Hair: White
Species: Neko-android
I am the Anti-: Celes
Hated Før: The Society’s attempt to re-create Celes’ capabilities, and copy her S.W.M. program. She was the first success in a long line of failures, as is noted by her unit number. Unlike Celes, however, Esmer was 98% android and completely loyal to The Society. She hated that she was only knock-off of a traitor, and assembled an army of over 3,000 clones to take her original out once and for all. She played dirty; she nearly stole Celes’ husband away had it not been for his sharp eye in noticing that she wasn’t able to duplicate the wedding ring he’d given her. Technologically speaking, Esmer had the better weapons and more advanced enhancers to make her faster, stronger, heavier, and even lacked nerve endings that would make her feel pain. But she also lacked the mortal heart that gave Celes the determination not to die by her copy’s hands. With the aid of her husband, they were able to shut down and implode the army using EMPs and an arsenal of firearms. Esmer was the last to be shut down; Celes personally sought to end her herself. She vowed to reboot somehow and come back, but Celes dismantled every piece of her, along with any remaining clones, and distributed the pieces to be used as artificial and prosthetic limbs.  Toya the Wicked KingFµll Name: Toya Halzod
Prime Age: 32
∑yes: Red
Hair: Ginger
Species: Human
I am the Anti-: Naori
Hated Før: His sister being his last remaining family after the abrupt death of their parents... Toya became king at the ripe age of 15 years old. The stress was mortifying, even with the gentle and encouraging support of his beloved sister. He fell to the darkness of Malakai, and soon became a warped and malicious man. He rallied that humans rightfully owned the planet, and the extinction of all other races was mandatory. The twisted powers he gained allowed him to wipe many species off the map in a short amount of time. While he was on his rampages though, his traitorous sister brought the other races he hated so much together, and eventually their castle was overcome when he returned to it to kill Naori. Even with the siege of his crown, soldiers and demons pouring in to apprehend him, Toya still managed to choke his own sister to death, though she in turn, stabbed him through the heart with his own sword in her last blink of life.  Watson, Scourge of HumanityFµll Name: Watson Lunaris Erebus
Prime Age: 21
∑yes: Teal; turn purple when powers are in use
Hair: Originally blond, but dyed white
Species: Psyker
I am the Anti-: Touma
Hated Før: By age 12, he had committed just about every misdemeanor in the books, and was caught for only one. By 15, he had committed and handful of felonies, including first-degree murder, rape, and arson. He had no reason for doing all that he did; no good reason anyway. His philosophy was to do whatever was thought of as ‘wrong’ and see if he was smart enough to get away with it. Watson thought of his crimes as a personal test of his own capabilities; if he could get away with his acts without the use of his psychic powers, then he was a genius. As he grew older, however, and became a creative serial killer/rapist/robber/arsonist/etc...... He came to realize his powers made things more ‘fun’. He’d kidnap children and do things inside their bodies before torturing the outside. He’d even mind control people into committing crimes for him and watch their executions, silently smiling while they pleaded that they didn’t do anything. Touma was his greatest rival, because he couldn’t figure out a way to kill him that was deserving. That, and he had another psyker protecting him. She’d warn him with ‘I have a bad feeling about...’ and he’d miss his chance. Touma had been trying to capture Watson for a few years too; the fact that he kept slipping from his fingers was infuriating because he never had this much trouble with so much figured out about him. He and Itsuki ended up frying each other’s brains in a psychic battle over Touma.  Zep: I am My Own Worst EnemyFµll Name: Zep
Prime Age: 19
∑yes: Blue
Hair: Black
Species: Neko
I am the Anti-: Zep
Hated Før: Much like Fiona’s split personality, this inner Zep is the result of is self-hatred and remorse for his actions that resulted in bloodshed and war. He hated himself so much that he ended his own life by smashing a mirror after staring and cussing at his reflection. It seemed to yell back at him for his naiveté for inventing his line of magic weaponry. It taunted him and spoke down at him that it was his own entire fault; that he was scum for making so many mothers lose their children. Instead of facing his inner demon – so to speak – he punched his hated reflection and sliced his throat open. His inner self had already been a manifestation of his mind before his demise though, so they truly did die together. The inner Zep held all the hope he’d ever had in humanity and his brethren in his eyes. It was always out of his reach, yet right there in his face. The final meltdown was enough for his inner turmoil to manifest into a separate body, if he hadn't killed himself first.   Katsumi the UnwantedFµll Name: Katsumi Kits Hakubi
Prime Age: 19
∑yes: Dark red
Hair: Black
Species: Neko
I am the Anti-: Kevin
Hated Før: The artifact of darkness was kept in probably one of the safest places: inside this Neko’s body. She was unaware of it herself, but was concerned that she had dark powers from birth -- which conflicted with the basic magic that Neko were known for. She was called a devil, and her village kicked her out due to fear. She and Kevin were actually semi-friends before the dark powers that consumed her body began to act out of their own accord. The sword literally grew out of her back and possessed her body to do its bidding. Through tearful, empty eyes, she attempted to kill the only friend she had to protect the sword from unworthy hands and taint it with the blood of innocents to grow in power. Kevin had to eventually strike her down with the sword of light in self-defense, and to save her from the evil sword’s influence. She hated the half-Kitsune for coming into her life. He triggered the sword to act up, and he gave her a reason to cry when she was possessed. She would have been satisfied in killing mindlessly with the whole world hating or fearing her, but because he was her friend, she had to regret everything. She swore revenge on him for ruining her already dismal life. 
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 1:26 am
Celestial: The Best of Me is What's Living, Not Mechanical
It's Time To BLAZE
...Like a shooting star across the midnite sky...
**where were you to hold my hand?
what happened to the things that we had planned?
i just need to know you care
guarantee that you'll be there
when i wake up in the night, will you be my guiding light?** "Alright kiddos! Pencils down, and arms up!"
The gym-sized classroom echoed with the sounds of pencils slapping onto their tabletops. A few groans were heard and some last second erasing too, but Celes would let it slide.
"Pass 'em down kiddos. C'mon!"
Row by row, her students passed down their mid-term exams until they reached the floor level. Her tail swished casually behind her as she walked by the front rows to collect the tests, giving a small smile to try and unnerve the obviously insecure students.
"Hey now, sober up 'em long faces! I have the utmost confidence that y'all have done fantastic! Who's t'teacher after all, huuuh?" Celes took a deep bow as the class rallied in cheers that the whole hall heard. She grinned wide and quickly placed her index finger to her pale, pink lips in a childish shush. They quieted down just as the dean marched in; face red, hair frazzled, and pudged belly bouncing.
"Miss Ashitaka, this is the sixth time this week you've caused commotion in MY university!!"
Celes placed the exams on her desk and coyly leaned on the edge, "Listen 'ere Deany-boy... Ah, 'xcuse me, Sir Dean Rathbone t'fourth...!" Her hand and arm gestures were icing on the insult cake as she also mocked his thick British accent, "My ways o'teaching have been proven t'work. No, not only work, but KILL, am I right?"
The man fumbled with his tiny spectacles upon his tomato-shaped nose. He was clearly frustrated, but he couldn't disagree that her methods were effective. Although she only taught chemistry, it was a mandatory class that most students failed to pass. Since her joining onto the faculty, the graduate rate had increased by 15%. He took out his embroidered kerchief and wiped his sweaty forehead; he could feel the leers of the students in her classroom all burrow into him from all angles.
"Ha-rumph... W-Well... Yes, you are quite the talented professor, but... But but..."
"Nyaaaah, easy there Deany. Don't get all tongue-tied an all! Just turn around and go back t'your office! I got this. I'll try t'keep the festivities to a min, sound cool?" She winked at him, which turned him all the redder.
The students laughed as the man waddled out of her class, "Alright kiddos. We got ten more minutes of class, and I want t'give y'all a last stand t'rail me with questions about the final project- -!"
A cellphone jingle interrupted her sentence.
Many bodies twitched as they fumbled for their pockets and backpacks, but Celes held her arms up, "Easy there, it's mine folks. Sorry 'bout this...!"
Celes faced the large white board and closed her eyes. In her mind, she saw a digital screen with an incoming call being flashed.
Accept. Projection screen. Speaker phone.
When she opened her eyes again, her darker bionic eye projected a screen onto the white board, very much like a movie projector would. An image of Celes' daughter Aly came into sight, and her voice was easily heard through the speakers she'd morphed from her ears.
"Hey Muffin, what's up?"
"Hi Mom! I just go out of class! Are you almost done!"
"Yeah, almost. You got out pretty early!"
"Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Hi Mom's class!!"
The students gave chuckles and 'awww's seeing the small Neko wave her arm frantically.
"Stay on t'school grounds. I'll pick you up in a few more minutes, alright?"
"M'kay! Bye Mom!"
The projection disappeared as Aly hung up; Celes morphed her ears back to normal, and then faced her class, "Now, where were we?"
"Oh, we'll be fine Professor! Go pick up your daughter!" One student yelled.
Her ears tilted down a little, "Are y'all sure? Don't wanna leave anyone hangin' or confused..."
They reassured her that they were fine and with a humble smile, she gathered the exams into her bookbag and exited, "Class dismissed then! I'll post the results at the end o't'week!" She jogged down the halls and was slightly blinded by the afternoon sun. Goosebumps popped all over her skin as the contrasting autumn wind blew over her. Shivering for a moment, Celes made her way to a clear area with a charred cement ground.
"Engage: Wings," she commanded. Her shoulder blades popped and folded in like the panels of a machine. Translucent, ethereal colored blades of light shot out of the holes and took the form of angelic wings.
"Like a shooting star, take flight... Time to BLAZE~!" The tips of the wings exploded in rocket launch-styled flames; she was sent directly up into the sky, where she cut off the boosters to glide the rest of the way to her daughter's private prep school.
She had to be careful not to run into any other beings up in the sky this day, but it still only took a few minutes to get to her destination. She had a GPS program after all that always let her know her precise location. The schoolyard came into view as she descended and landed on the walkway. By now, the students and faculty were used to the bionic Neko dropping in like this. It was still odd to them, though. Most androids had intelligence installed in them at the moment that their manufacturing was complete. But Aly was 100% mortal.
The spunky six-year-old came running from the bleachers to her mother where she leapt into her open arms.
"Haha, did you have a fun day o'class Aly?"
"Yee-ah! You bet Mom!"
"And yet you're so willing t'go home already," Celes nuzzled her daughter's nose affectionately.
"Well 'cause... 'Cause... I have more fun with you, Mom! Duhhh!"
"Heh, let's see ya say that in ten years...!"
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 4:43 am
Gram Balmung Nothung Vibrate. Six A.M. Some girl. Didn't answer. Roll over, back to bed. Loud beeps. Alarm clock. Damn it all. Yawn. Roll over. Close eyes, not for long. 6:30 A.M. Roll out of bed. The daily morning routine. Well, not quite done yet. Tie securely around neck? Yup, a very nice cotton navy blue with black horizontal stripes. Very nice. He liked it. And so, he stripped. Everything but the tie of course. He needed the tie. The last time he took of the tie, he had to wait two hundred years for someone to put it back on. Of course, either way he couldn't really move. And he did die soon afterward because the girl had died. He had prolonged her life and she died. Hmm, there wasn't much else he was to do but pass away. He missed her. Stepping into the shower, the original tie she had given to him was actually around his wrist in the form of a bracelet. He crafted it that way. The way he liked it really. Though the original was around his wrist, he still needed to wear something around his neck, otherwise, it was back to sword form with nobody to save him. Really. He was already a mute, who in the hell would put a scarf or a tie around a sword? Even if it was a shinny, pretty sword. Right. The water was soaking the tie as he washed his body off of the sweat and the dreams of the previous night. They were really terrifying actually. But, he couldn't remember the exact details.
Finished. Shower complete. Toweling off he grabbed a black and white piano key tie and quickly tied that around his neck before taking off the old and damp navy tie. Hmm, what to wear today? A white short sleeve button up shirt and a vest, with... Hmm slacks and dress shoes. Yup, that should go well with the tie. The nice tie, he kinda wanted to play a few notes on it. But alas, he couldn't. Hmm, Seven Fifteen. He felt like he was missing something. He was suppose to do something import- right text message from the girl in the morning. -Oh wait.... Today was what day? The convention in San Francisco was today! Well is. His flight was in two hours he had to-
Trip over his own bag that he had oh so cleverly packed the night before. Heh. Right. Tickets, phone... Say no to that girl wanting to be a one night stand. Taking his work with him. He worked at a braille company, but they pretty much let him do as he wanted since he could actually take his work with him. He also attended the conventions for them and sold better products as well as gave away things to people in need. Though it was normally a government thing to do, the government was bad at it. They did not distribute enough and they made the deaf and hard of hearing wait. That's where he came in. Though he was just getting the American sign language part down, he could listen to many different languages and then translate them into American Sign Language. This was what most people hired him for. Then he could type back the reply in the respective language. A good work at home method as well. And he could sell some metal wares at the convention. Yay for duffel bags, they were so nice and they kept on tripping him. Grabbing a handful of nuts and bolts, he swallowed them and grabbed the plane tickets.
Argh. Too much traveling. He had forgotten he was in New York City until he had walked out of the door and was bombarded by a beautiful cloud of smog. Yummy really. Taxi to the airport and by 4o'clock at night he was back in San Francisco and on his way to the American Sign Language Convention; well home first for his car and stuff. Though the Taxi cab ride was a bit boring since the driver kept on babbling away and he couldn't even raise a voice of protest or a voice of advice. Grabbing a piece of paper and a pen from his bag, he wrote out the words, "Leave her, she's bad for you" and gave it to taxi cab driver as well as the fair. Home sweet home. In a one bedroom place with a couch. There was a couch for only one reason. One word. Touma. It was his birthday and Balmung wanted the man to re-lax. Balmung knew what he would like: Cachaca, X-rated, 151 Rum, Absinthe, and Tequila Rose. Five sexy things for Touma. Beautiful things to Touma's eyes... At least he would think. Though these five bottles were currently on the counter set out away from the rest of Balmung's bar --kept mainly just for Touma, they were some really good drinks. Balmung had- the day before- stocked his refrigerator. Balmung had to go to New York for a day for a client who needed him to translate from a language to American Sign Language. It was amazingly hard since the man wasn't enunciating very well. However, Balmung had the best only for Touma. The poor boy had enough on his plate as it was. Dropping off his stuff, Balmung picked up what he needed for the convention and loaded it up in his lovely car and took off.
Balmung wasn't the type of person to splurge on his finances; but he liked the simple and finer things in life. Nice car and keeping a nice bar. It was something that he had picked up from Touma a bit when they had been living in the same area. Balmung was amazed by Touma's sheer intellect; well, Balmung was a bit slow at times and picking things up. However, Balmung had decided that just for Touma, he would hunt down and track Cachaca and Absinthe. It wasn't the easiest thing to do, but he had managed to. Hopefully Touma would appreciate it. X-rated and Tequila rose were purely for Balmung because a few girls had recommended it. It was a fruity blend, at least X-rated was, that was all he could recalled from the conversation. Maybe something about vodka and other mixes. Tequila rose, he figured was probably some Tequila, Touma could probably tell him more about it. And last but not least, Rum 151. It was a fire starter. No joking. They'd probably have to go out on the porch for these, but the flames were really soothing. Hopefully, these five would help Touma relax a lot more. It was his birthday. He deserved it!
It was a simple convention. Show a few products make a few small things out of metal -though he assumed that they liked watching him make it from the metal coming out from his hair then actually buying the products. But they bought them anyhow, probably because he always had a smile on his face and he tried to please a lot of the people. He understood them. he tried to help people. But, they had to help themselves. After giving the last up-dated TTY system out, he went out empty-handed save for the money he had made off of the day. Then, it was back into his lovely Mustang and to the airport, it was already ten thirty. Poor Touma, he had to go through customs. Parking and fighting with his obsessive compulsion to park in the exact lines, he decided that it would probably be the best to go and walk to Touma... Seeing how he couldn't exactly yell and everything, maybe it was because of the metal he ate. Oh well. With a small happy smile on his face, he leaned against a pillar waiting from the hero from Russia- hopefully not already drunk from the in flight drinks.
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 4:58 am
 ‡---In my past life, I may have been a "case ace".
With papers in hand then, drinks and CDs fill those spots.
I want to enjoy something more simple. More relaxing. More fun.
I should be allowed to do that...shouldn't I?---‡
-Touma Matsushima Bright, multicolored spotlights shining here, there, everywhere; to random people, to crowds of people acting crazy, and even to girls showing what they've got on display. Fortresses of stereo speakers with the volume so loud, you thought your ears would explode; bass so heavy, you could feel your rib-cage and all it protected tremble and quake. Smoke machines spurting out wave after wave of fog, making the whole area hard to see just who you'd meet, giving a sense of mystery to the entire place.
So who exactly was in charge of all this audio onslaught; this visual barrage of adrenaline? Up on the podium, with his digital library full of just about every song you could want to hear, stood a man once known as "Rookie" and "Toaster". But now, with the backing of this euphony empire, Touma Matsushima was known simply as "DJ TM".
From the biggest parties to the quaintest social parties, Touma could host the musical division of it. And, since he was generally noticed at the party for playing the music, Touma found it quite easy to find beautiful girls asking for his number or, even better yet, escort him home after the party had settled down and, eventually, dissipated. Such was the case for the night before.
"Do you mind if I...keep you company tonight? My ex won't let me back in, so--"
"Sure. Fine with me."
The excuse or reason the girl had never mattered. The outcome was the most important. Touma had no reason to deny girls shelter at his home, but he usually knew what was in store for him when he did. After all, it wasn't a bad thing. Three whole hours of nothing but rolling, tossing, grabbing, breathing, gasping, and screaming. It was quite the way to spend the night.
At least, if it was a full night he would've normally had. Problem was, Touma had to be ready at the airport at five in the morning. The situation? It was four. No sooner had he and the girl whose name he didn't even know finally lay to rest, he jumped out of bed and got dressed, panicking and flinging clothes everywhere. The noise shook the girl from her semi-slumber, causing her to sit up and question the sudden spike in his movement.
"I...I have a plane to catch. I'm terribly late."
Luckily, he had already had all of his other thing packaged and waiting in his car. Finding something decently comfortable to wear, he threw it on and started the bathroom routine. The girl, using the blanket to wrap herself in, came into the bathroom and asked him why he had to leave on a plane.
"Where could you have to go on such short notice...?"
"Heh. Well, it's my birthday tomorrow. I'm flying over to the United States, to California. I have a friend there that informed me that he has a present for me."
"Oh..."
Touma looked at the girl as she finished her interrogation, and for a split second, seeing her seemingly longing expression on her face, he was reminded of that one girl he really cared for so long ago; Itsuki.
Smiling, he kissed the girl's forehead, telling her that he'd see her at parties.
"I mean, it's not like I don't host over half of the more known ones here."
Touma had rarely ever flied in his whole life and could count the number of times on one hand. He'd heard some people say at parties he was at that the sea of clouds was a beautiful sight. He really didn't see anything particularly astonishing about them, aside from the fact they were huge.
Then again, Touma really felt strong about anything anymore. He wanted to take life more slowly, and enjoy each and every little bit as much as he could. Thing like clouds didn't pertain to him all that much. To him, it was music, most of which he'd never even heard of, much less pronounce. It was alcohol of all different sorts, mixed and stand-alone. And it was women, many of whom he didn't have the intention of getting with until it happened. But, that was his life, and he enjoyed most of it without so much as a small complaint about how slow it went sometimes.
However, now things were having a change of pace. His plane was heading to, soon to be landing in, San Francisco, California. There he would take a vacation and receive his present from a good friend of his, one he'd known quite personally after a while. Touma simply called him "Balmung".
His plane landing, he finished telling a girl named Soren, through texting, that he might come to visit her at her place at a museum of sorts while on his vacation, stepped off the plane, grabbed his things, and began towards a pillar where he saw his old friend, one whom he'd lived with in the past. Smiling big, Touma nodded, closing the gap between him and Balmung.
"This is going to be great~"
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 5:33 am
Kevin was panting furiously, and sweating just as hard. Though he tried hard not to get involved in the battlefield anymore, this was one battle he could not simply walk away from. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he turned to the other six that stood to his left, standing in a straight line. "This is it. We can't let them take this from us!" he said firmly. The others nodded in agreement. From downfield, a voice called out to them. "Are you gonna keep yammering, or are you going to put up a fight this time?!" Another seven people stood in defiance of Kevin and his team, and they meant business. "C'mon then! We're not afraid of you!!" A scrappy little human name Joseph called out. He raised his hand in defiance, as did everyone else on his team, including Kevin. "We won't let you win!"With those words, the other side hurled a disc-like projectile as hard as they could towards their side, and hung it low to the ground. Others were quick to let it hit the ground and skid to a halt before picking it up, but the side that had thrown the disc was quickly closing upon them all. Moving quickly downfield, the disc was tossed from player to player, but at about midfield heavy resistance in the form of a large bear-demon stood in the way. Arm outstretched, he began to count: "Stall one! Stall two! Stall three!"Kevin quickly ran behind his struggling teammate and made his presense known with a whistle: "Dump! Dump!" As requested, Kevin was tossed the disc and some valuable extra time. But just as quickly the bear was on top of him now: "Stall one! Stall two!"He saw members of his team flailing about, trying to break from their coverage. "Stack! Start stacking!!" Almost immediately they began to line up. "Stall five! Stall six!""I'm open!" came a voice about 10 yards in front. The bear in front of the disc-holder made sure that he wasn't with a surprisingly quick move of his frame. Kevin was getting anxious. "Stall eight!! Stall nine!!" the bear continued to count, but as he did so the scrappy young Jacob broke free of his coverage with a juke and sprinted downfield. With authority, Kevin cocked his wrist and put all his weight into an overhead throw, clearing the bear's hands by mere inches and letting it spin upside-down, letting the disc lose altitude quickly. "Up!!!" he screamed, hoping to get Jacob's attention. It also got the attention of two others, who closed in on the falling projectile. A collision inside the endzone, with three bodies flailing about for control of the frisbee, but it was the scrappy youngster who came out on top. Game Over. The sound of teammates cheering was all he could hear at that point as Kevin fell backwards onto the turf with a mild laughter escaping his lips. It was a long game, but they had finally put an end to it. Meanwhile, at the opposing endzone, Jacob had a whole other scrub to clear himself away from: that of his teammates assaulting him with congratulations, high fives and chest bumnps that he was nowhere near the size for. After a minute or so of rest on his back, Kevin became aware of a shadow overhanging his vision. He opened his eyes and squinted to recognize the face in front of him. "I do hope you have everything ready!" a familiar female voice rang through Kevin's ears, but it wasn't nearly as annoying as it would seem for him. Kevin responded by holding out his hand to the female form, which she promptly sighed, but pulled him to his feet anyways. "Well hello to you too," Kevin said, hugging his fiancee, Colette. "Besides, I said I would give you a ride home from class, right?" "Well you didn't have to hang out the entire class, you know! Did you pack all of our things?" Kevin nodded to the question. "Including the gifts?" He nodded again. "And the plane tickets?" Kevin held them up in his hands. They were surprisingly unscathed considering what he had been doing for the last 45 minutes. It was about 9:30, and their flight left in just over an hour, so they still had time to arrive at the airport. They knew it was going to be close, but Kevin didn't want to miss this celebration. Thankfully the university Colette attended wasn't too far from the airport they were departing from. Assuming they had a little bit of luck, they would arrive at their destination at just after 2:00 PM, local time. I hope Balmung kept it a surprise that I was coming too.
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 3:57 pm
Celestial: The Best of Me is What's Living, Not Mechanical
It's Time To BLAZE
...Like a shooting star across the midnite sky...
**where were you to hold my hand?
what happened to the things that we had planned?
i just need to know you care
guarantee that you'll be there
when i wake up in the night, will you be my guiding light?** "Mom, Mom! Can we go see Zep today, pah-leeeeeeese?!"
Celes put her daughter down, "D'awww, we can't Aly. I think he's been a lot more down than usual. We oughtta leave the big guy alone."
"But I miss him! And you guys are good together- - Oof," her mother quickly put her palm on top of her head, squishing her hat over her eyes.
"No more o'that kindda talk missy."
Aly waved her arms frantically until she swatted Celes' arm off, "But Moooooom!! I want a dad, and for you to have a husba- - Blargh!!"
Celes now pushed her head down while using her other hand to close her jaw up, "Knock it off Aly! That's grown up stuff! When I'm ready to get hitch'd again, I will! Don't be so impatient! It ain't easy to find the right guy y'know!!"
Once more, Aly flailed until she was free of her mother's arms, "It's only hard because you're so PICKY! Zep's a great Neko, and he's smart enough to work on your machine parts! You won't need to pay those annual fees for maintenance and whatever..." The spunky child puffed out her cheeks and crossed her arms.
"Zep's just a friend. I couldn't impose myself on the poor kid when he's still heart broken about t'past! And I definitely can't force emotions between the two o'us. Like I said Aly, it's grown up stuff. Maybe you'll understand when you're my age."
"I don't wanna understand... I just want a dad... You could at least start dating. My real daddy probably would've wanted you to move on and be happy..."
Celes sighed, not wanting to admit that her late husband was that type. She wasn't about to say it to her too-smart-for-her-own-good daughter. That was definitely inherited from her father. Unlike most widows, she didn't spend too long mourning her lost love. It was a matter of different life spans; he was mortal and she was 85% bionic. And yet, she still died before him because of her mass expenditure of energy fighting off The Society while pregnant. They certainly were relentless back in the day, not even giving her a choice in the battle. The only thing she really regretted was having only a few more days after they'd won to spend with him before she shut down into a true robotic state, then powered down completely. She could only imagine how hard it was for him to see her that way, and the fact that there was no way to salvage their daughter from the shared death.
"Helloooooo, Earth to Mom!!" Aly hopped up and down in front of the dazed Celes. "Mom! Stop day dreaming!!"
"Huh? Oh... Sorry Aly. Ready t'go home now?"
"What about the party?!"
"Party? What party? You're too young t'be involved in shenanigans!"
Aly rolled her eyes before pulling her mother's arm down and pressing on her skin. A fillet appeared down the center of her forearm creating two panels that opened up. A small, rectangular screen popped out of her arm and made a few high squeaks as it looked around with a life of its own.
"Aly! Have you been talking t'Scanner while I've been sleepin'?!"
"Duuuuh. I was hoping to find an application like a little black book, but I found other stuff instead! Show her Scanner!"
The machination shook as it slowly craned its neck to face its 'master'. The glare on her face caused it to gyrate in fear and flash a series of large explanation points all over its screen.
"What's this kid found, huh Scanner? Y'know you're only s'pposed to respond to me! What're ya?! The irresponsible uncle or somethin' now?!"
Scanner squeaked some more, all the while bouncing on its neck to mimic a bowing motion to apologize. Celes sighed.
"Just show me the event she's talkin' about. I'll deal with your access codes later."
Scanner was able to nod with the pivot joint at the base of its screen connected to its neck, and then brought a calendar up on its screen. It flashed by the dates, coming up to the present day. Magnifying it, it showed a small snapshot of Kevin, whom she had known for a brief while considering they were the first two bodies to have been awoken at Project Timelapse. It was hard to forget that individual; his initial onslaught of curse words was impossible to forget, especially since he stormed around the awakening chamber nude demanding to know who'd made him a zombie.
Anyways, next to his image was a sound clip, which Celes commanded to be played. It was a cell phone conversation they'd had.
"So, you don't have to come if you don't want to, but he's like one of us. You know, ex-heroes. We have a mutual friend, who's an ex-hero too, that's throwing my buddy a birthday bash. I figured birds of a feather could flock together every now and then. You know, get to know who's what, and where. Compare notes of our lives thus far to make sure this resurrection didn't leave us with weird side-effects."
"You're too paranoid Kev, haha. I guess I could swing by for a bit. Say my hello's and what 'ave ya."
"Sounds good. It's going to be in San Fran, Cali. See you there."
Celes cringed. NOW she remembered.
Aly tapped her foot impatiently while looking up at Celes retracting Scanner back into her body, "So, you were going to be an irresponsible mom and leave me home alllllll alone while you went to some guy's birthday you don't even know to party?"
"C'mon Muffin, when have I ever been a bad mom?"
"You have to make it up to me still."
"Aghhh... Alright, alright, what do ya want?"
"I wanna go with you!"
"Absolutely not! These are adults here! If Kev's gonna be there, no doubt so is booze... And it's a school night too young lady! You know your curfew!"
"Well then let me stay until curfew! You can just fly me back then and go back to the party afterwards! You have ROCKET BOOSTERS!"
They were making a bigger scene than usual in the schoolyard. Defeated, Celes sighed and nodded, "Alright. You can come, but you better keep your nose out o't'liquor and beer!"
"I'll be on my BEST behavior!" Aly smiled wide. Her plan was to scope out the other heroes to see if they could be compatible with her mother, and then set up all sorts of accidents that would eventually lead to someone falling on top of someone else. It was FULL-PROOF. Or maybe child-proof. She'd have to wait and find out.
"Put on your coat and scarf; y'know it gets cold up there," Celes prepped her body for take-off. Aly scrambled to get the items from her backpack and quickly hopped onto Celes' back just as her wings had finished unfolding, "Ready for take-off Mom!"
"Like a shooting star, take flight..."
"Time to BLAZE!!!" Aly finished in a high, excited squeal as the two blasted into the atmosphere. This time Celes kept her thrusters going as she soared through the clouds, keeping an arm behind her to support Aly's balance. The sound of her scarf fluttered behind them as they made there journey across the world from London to San Fransisco. She hoped Kevin didn't expect her to bring a gift for someone she didn't know anything about.
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 7:05 pm
The subsequent trip through the security check points at the airport were relatively quick, and soon enough they were on their way to California. The fight would take quite some time, about 12 hours, or so the display in front of his chair said. This particular flight seemed to contain an entire entertainment center, despite the fact that it was still coach. It probably had to be, because one could go insane sitting in one place for 12 hours straight without some form of stimulation. Kevin quickly found himself perusing the choices of movies and the trailers through his headphones when Colette nudged his arm. "Are you sure it was alright to ask your friend Celestial to join us? I didn't think she knew Touma.""She doesn't," Kevin said in response, but his toine dropped quickly. "But she's one of us. One of the ones awaken through the Project. In fact, she was awoken at the same time I was." Colette really didn't like talking about his past, or the Project, mainly because she knew it was a very touchy subject for Kevin. But this little tidbit was a bit new to her: "I don't think you told me that you two were awoken at the same time. . .""My apologies then, but she was," continued Kevin. "And knowing her she was probably a lot more perceptive about what was going on back then. What I find strange is that once they just. . . let us go, and I haven't heard a peep from them since. Granted I was. . . less than thrilled about the whole idea when it was first brought to my attention." That was his subtle way of mentioning his violent outbursts almost immediately after his resurrection. The scientists probably thought their research was flawed. But Colette's question remained: "So why did you invite Celestial?""I figured that if we all got together in a room, we could at least talk about what has happened with the Project between all of us. Maybe those researchers would be more willing to talk with those that didn't share the same. . . feelings that I did at the time." Again, Kevin downplayed his enraged rants that, at the time, he found completely justified. "There's just too many questions that linger for me. . .y'know?" Colette was quick to put her arm around Kevin and snuggled close to him as he looked out the window to the wonderous cloud formations below. "You're still worrying about that, huh? You'll worry yourself to death over that stuff. . ."Kevin let loose a small smile feeling her touch, something that he would never have done in his first life. Somehow just feeling her leaning on him made him feel somewhat more comfortable. So much so he decided to slide his arm around her and with his free hand bring down the armrest that separated their two seats. She promptly slid over to his side. "What am I going to do with you, Kev?"
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