NationStates Jolt Archive

Bobby Smith looked at the devastated landscape, this world out of time, this endless city that looked like remains of millions of wars. Somehow, he thought it was weirdly beautiful. After thousands of years, he was still marvelled at the unique light that was coming from the gray sky.

Not a day, not a night, just a subtle inbetween.

He gave a quick glance at the book on the table. He hadn't opened it for years. Of course, he could have known the names of those to come, but he had never found that interesting. Not knowing what to expect was far more entertaining. After all, he didn't have that many occasions to be amazed.

A flash. He looked again through the window.

OOC:

So, you all have these characters that died in your CO-RPs don't you? How about you draw them out of your graveyard? That's the idea of this RP. Take one character that died and you think didn't deserve it somehow. Let him/her appear in a flash in this out-of-time world: endless urban ruins. Everyone's welcome. Any era and theme you may be in is welcome (future tech, fantasy, modern, middle-age, etc...): this is a timeless, genreless zone.

Some infos:
- This is not intended to be an aggressive RP, but sh-t happens
- If you get killed, you will reappear later on in another part of the world
- There are things in this world that do kill for real
- The goal is basically to figure out why you're here

No clue where this could lead, but, heh, time will tell.

(bump damnit!)

(OOC: I see, I'll have to make more CO-Rps to have characters that died. :( )

Adrian opened his eyes, he was lying on his back and looking up at an eerily gray sky. He slowly raised up on his elbows and looked around, this place looked like a warzone, crumbling buildings, ash and gravel were everywhere. He propped up onto his knees and then got on his feet, he saw no one around but he had a strange feeling that he wasn't the only one here. He put his hand to his head and tried to think, he tried to remember what had happened last, and why the hell he was here. Nothing...his mind was blank, the last thing he remembered was doing one last drug deal for one of his customers downtown and.....

What was that? Something moved in one of the nearby buildings, he heard shuffling, curious to what or who it was he slowly moved toward the building asking who was there...

(OOC: I see, I'll have to make more CO-Rps to have characters that died. :( )
(ooc: I have the funny feeling that few players actually let their characters die ;) Too bad... seemed like a nice idea :? )

Adrian opened his eyes, he was lying on his back and looking up at an eerily gray sky. He slowly raised up on his elbows and looked around, this place looked like a warzone, crumbling buildings, ash and gravel were everywhere. He propped up onto his knees and then got on his feet, he saw no one around but he had a strange feeling that he wasn't the only one here. He put his hand to his head and tried to think, he tried to remember what had happened last, and why the hell he was here. Nothing...his mind was blank, the last thing he remembered was doing one last drug deal for one of his customers downtown and.....

What was that? Something moved in one of the nearby buildings, he heard shuffling, curious to what or who it was he slowly moved toward the building asking who was there...
A man stepped out of the building. He was bald. His head was round with a pointy beard. He had a big book, looking like some kind of encyclopedia, in his right hand.

"Hmmm... Hello there," he said with a smile.

With a flash, Thomas appeared in this grey land. Where was he? He felt his head. The gash was still there, where a broken bottle had smashed, but blood no longer flowed from the wound. There had been riots, great riots - trying to overthrow his rule. Evidently, they had been successful.

(ooc: a note to all, this RP will be REALLY interesting only if you introduce characters you already played in other CO-RPs. That's the whole point)

(ooc: a note to all, this RP will be REALLY interesting only if you introduce characters you already played in other CO-RPs. That's the whole point)

OOC: My character was never CO-RPed, but he was the emperor of my original nation, FunkyMonkeyLand.

A man, wearing his military-issued suits he wore on his "business" trip, slightly moved his tired arms, desperately. The tired man moaned, as he tried to open his stressed eyes, and barely opened it. Looking at the gray-ish red horizon, he turned his neck softly.

He is Honjak Za. The man died in a fight in the nation of Ell.

Still tired and stressed, he finally used his energy to move his heavy body. He can now feel the rubble beneath his back, and feel the dirt on his hand. The gravel and rocks certainly didn't serve well.

Where the hell is this place? Sitting on a large brick, he glanced around, slowly, blurred. Buildings ruined. Wreckages of what they were, cars. Rocks on what it remained, a dirt road. Curiously and frustrated, he got himself up -- barely. What the hell is this? The end of the world? The place where was bombed by thousands of bombs? He doesn't know anything, except what it seemed thousands of years ago -- when he remembered that he was beaten by two.. two... men, in a restaurant. It seems like thousands years ago -- but it also seems to be almost a few minutes ago. Why the heck he is here anyways? Come to think of it, where is this place anyways? Where is the people?

Too tired to think, he wandered. Wandered, into a building nearby... In his vision he seems to be hearing something -- but it was not something. Too tired to peer away, he just wandered, wandered, in...

"Why the heck am I so tired anyways?", he wondered.

He awakened, not knowing where he was, not knowing what had happened.

The last thing he remembered was the Reichskamphen mob attacking him... He opened his eyes, and watched.

A dead, sad land. Nothing seemed to live, nothing seemed to be important...

Nothing seemed to be real.

"Oh shit, i think i`m dead."

[ooc: Damn, i knew i shouldn´t have allowed Siri to revive Yuzu... RPing her, here, now that would be fun...]

[ooc: Damn, i knew i shouldn´t have allowed Siri to revive Yuzu... RPing her, here, now that would be fun...]
(ooc: can't wait for the interactions between the different characters... promising... oh and remember this is an out of time place... so you could have a revived character that had passed some time out here before getting back to life ;) )

They were all around him. The shadows. He could feel the pressure, he could hear her screaming. Then... nothing.

He opened the eyes. Everything went from black to a light grey. He looked at his hands as if he wanted to make sure this was real.

I see them in color, so I'm not in the Dark Path. What happened?

He looked around. Devastation. Dust. Hopelessness.

"This is definitly a bad day," he muttered to himself.

Ted awoke grumpily in the middle of the savanna. "Uhhh.....im so tired....just another day in the savanna....Wait...What? Savanna?" He was wide awake now. He looked around at the inhospitible landscape and tried to think of why he was here. Hadn't he been in space just seconds before, facing all those missles...?

"Oh no.....am i dead?" Ted thought to himself. He checked himself; He was clad in a trench coat, not a piolit's suit. He also noticed that his usual heavy arsenel of weapons, consisting of 2 Uzis, 2 Sig-Saur pistols, his Colt, and a gleaming elvish sword had been cut down to just his sword and Trusty Colt. He looked around him to see if there was any other sign of life other than himself. Lights were shining somewhere to the east. "Mabey a city" thought Ted. He started walking to the lights, hoping he can find something or someone that can help him.

Quire stepped out. "Hello" he said. "Don't take this the wrong way. I see you ended up here too." He ran at Ted with a semi-automatic machine gun, and pumped about 2 rounds into him.

OOC: Love the idea, mind having a visit from the Charon the ferryman? Not dead but then, this is his kind of place...

OOC: Love the idea, mind having a visit from the Charon the ferryman? Not dead but then, this is his kind of place...
(ooc: depends... who is he?)

Quire stepped out. "Hello" he said. "Don't take this the wrong way. I see you ended up here too." He ran at Ted with a semi-automatic machine gun, and pumped about 2 rounds into him.

Ted gasped as the rounds hit his upper left arm. He had been shot before this, however, and immidietly withdrew his revolver. An expert marksman, he shot at the man once and put a round in his right leg. He didnt wait for the man to shoot him again and dove behind a rock, pistol ready in his hand.

OOC: Love the idea, mind having a visit from the Charon the ferryman? Not dead but then, this is his kind of place...
(ooc: depends... who is he?)

OOC: The Greek 'God'* who was supposed to ferry men to the underworld after death. The source of why some people were buried with coins under the eyes or in the mouth, to pay the ferryman for passage. I was just going to RP him here as looking for a lost soul that should be going to purgatory (As in Dante )

*Not really all powerful in the traditional 'god' sense, well not outside of Outer Purgatory at least...

A slight rattel from the rune incrusted silver armour, the movement of the rather suprised man from within. There was only the wind flowing, and the man heard it rustle across him and his armour. His silver clad right hand was still gripped upon the large silver claymore which B'jorn held during the combat he died in. He opened his blue eyes, his grey eyebrows bushy. Far from singed black hair they should be.

B'jorn felt an infinate peace...a lack of orientation. He simply was...without memory of the terrible things before. He simply breathed, and listened to the wind carrying thier leaf passangers on thier journey.

He stared up into the dark blue sky, he looked at those lazy clouds drift along this painting which B'jorn stared at. Slowly, B'jorn got up, his silver armour creaking very slightly. He moved his arm and regained feeling.

And memory.

He had died in a self sacrifice.....a spell. Yes....that was it. He died letting Kain escape. So where the hell was he?

"So this is what the afterlife is like? I was expecting...well....something... else." B'jorn said softly to himself. He scratched the back of his head, and felt no scars or wounds.

He stood up, the usual feeling of a inner conflict between his old battle weary bones and his will absent. Funny...he thought. At least this was a good sign.

He looked around, his silver claymore still in his hand, like it was beforehand. B'jorn was totally lost yet without for the most part, without pain. A slight worry for what was the outcome of the battle...of the campaign.

OOC: The Greek 'God'* who was supposed to ferry men to the underworld after death. The source of why some people were buried with coins under the eyes or in the mouth, to pay the ferryman for passage. I was just going to RP him here as looking for a lost soul that should be going to purgatory (As in Dante )

*Not really all powerful in the traditional 'god' sense, well not outside of Outer Purgatory at least...
(ooc: nice, how about he's paying Bobby Smith a visit?)

OOC: Fine, I don't get a chance to pull Charon out much.

IC: Within the 'city' there was a small body of water, a pool. For some odd reason it appeared that a fog had begun to rise from the water. And then a figure emerged from the fog. He was dressed in a black cape and hood, slightly hunched over, and held a long staff in a boney hand. The only thing that could be seen from under the hood was two glowing blue spheres. The figure turned towards the grey sky and thought...

It has been a great while to see what that is what it looks like without the red cast from Inferno. Now then, which way to turn in this place...damn, I always get lost around here...
He begins to walk forward...

"You're heading the wrong way," A voice said in his back.

Odd place, really...

Rezo was walking around, trying to become familiar with the place.

Well... if there`s a party going on, it`s not here... which is odd, considering that i left a party... kinda...

In his mind, he cursed. Fucking rebels. It was so nice...

But finally, he heard something... just the wind? No... there was something else...

Footsteps?

The figure stops and turns...
"Who speaks?" Is his only statement, the voice is cold, hard, and ancient.

The figure stops and turns...
"Who speaks?" Is his only statement, the voice is cold, hard, and ancient.
"Who could possibly know what's the direction you're seeking for?"

Bobby Smith smiled at the newcomer.

"Damn, long time no see. What's bring you here?"

He looked worried for a second.

"Hmm... Someone's coming."

The Figure nods...
"Ah Yes, Bobby It has been a long time."

The Figure finally gets around the now disolving fog bank and then looks around for the other newcommer.

"Ah, I assume one of your new wards."

"Hmm... wards... I always hated this word. I prefer to call them visitors. After all, they're just supposed to be passing by."

He looked intensely at Charon. Slowly, his expression changed from serious to playful.

"But you didn't answer my question... Did you come because someone forgot the coins?"

Charon looks at him for a moment...
"No, there has been a screw-up in the System. A soul is in the wrong place...I've taken the task of fixing the problem, although I think that wretch Lucifer is responsible. But, I had a group of Mormons on my front lawn that will not stop singing...they are badly out of tune. Luckly they should be on to Purgatory in a week. Well I decided to try here first...Also see how things were"

He continues to look around the place.

"Did I come in somewhere new, or have you been remodling?"

Emperor Thomas just stood there. What was this place? Was he supposed to do something?

Charon looks at him for a moment...
"No, there has been a screw-up in the System. A soul is in the wrong place...I've taken the task of fixing the problem, although I think that wretch Lucifer is responsible. But, I had a group of Mormons on my front lawn that will not stop singing...they are badly out of tune. Luckly they should be on to Purgatory in a week. Well I decided to try here first...Also see how things were"

He continues to look around the place.

"Did I come in somewhere new, or have you been remodling?"
Smith pondered Charon's words.

"A screw-up? Not likely. And I doubt Luci could do something like that. No, no, there must be a reason. You were meant to come around here."

He opened the arms, waving around him.

"Well, I just moved the pool. I had the feeling you'd come around one of these days and... oh well... I guess it wasn't that a good joke anyway."

(OOC: New FunkyMonkeyLand, move, force an encounter with another player ;) )

B'jorn looked around, he was pretty much alone. He sniffed and thought about home.

"Hello?" B'jorn cried out, looking for someone.

Vaughn heard a voice.

I'm not alone... now friend or enemy, time will tell.

He walked to the source, observing his surrounding as if an ambush could have occured anytime.

"Oh please, Your Lucifer's neighbor. Ah, and I forget if you recall that whole mess the second time Dante came into the system. Lucifer's little hissy fit, claiming that the soul should be his. Dante claiming he should go strait to paradise since he already went through Purgatory."

He visibly shakes for a moment, remembering the confontation within the spirt relm.

"Well, if I'm supposed to be here, I am. Although why one would ask." Charon walks around the pool and looks at some of the ruins around him.

He starts to stare at a broken column. "Is it me, or is this fragement from a lost work of Mackintosh? A nice fellow, a bit morose. I had him design a new house for me."

"Well, what's up here...besides me."

"Damn, you definitly have an eye," Smith answered. "It was saved from a monument fanatics had decided to burn. Nice people in fact, a little narrow minded, but I had good conversations with them during their passage here."

He sat on the corner of the pool.

"What's going on here? How could I know. I stopped reading in the Book for ages. I just wander around, talk with whom I may find on my way. To be honest, I'm a little bored."

"Hmm, that I can understand. Although having the ability to visit the mortal relms does have it's advantages in my case. If having to manage the mass of souls that are stuck waiting for their turn in Purgatory is fairly easy, but they do complain a good deal...and you'd be surprised how much I've had to expand recently."

The blue spheres from under the hood look at the man for a moment, and then about the area around the pool...

"So, your just wandering around, talking to people before they figure out how to leave...you've not been giving hints have you? Wait, was that allowed or disallowed?..I've yet to open the rule book since I got Babbage to build my anylytical engine"

"Let them make their own mind, that's what HE told me," Smith answered looking up in the sky. "So you have a rule book? Didn't know. All I have is the bio book or something like that - can't remember the name actually. Oh well, you get the idea, I have all of their life in there. At first I used it but it was so frustrating to know what they were supposed to do and to see them failing miserably. At least, now that I don't open it, I don't have any expectation."

Walking around, Thomas sighted a man. He was calling out "Hello?" Clearly he was in the same situation. He walked over to Bjorn and greeted him.

"Hello", said Thomas, nervously. "I am, or was, Emperor Thomas of FunkyMonkeyLand."

OOC: Future posts will be done as The Underground City, so I do not have to log in and out repeatedly.

Ted waited behind the rock for a few minutes, pistol ready in his hand. He couldnt hear anything coming from the other man. He jumped up and aimed his pistol at anything that might be moving, but the man was gone. It looked as if he was alone once more. Checking behind him to see if there was anyone there, he ripped off a piece of his coat and wrapped it around his injured arm. At least it would stop the bleeding.

He checked a final time to see if he was alone, then continued to walk in the direction of the city. It was not far away, and he estimated that he would be able to reach it in a few hours. He put a hand on his arm and trudged onwards.

Adrian opened his eyes, he was lying on his back and looking up at an eerily gray sky. He slowly raised up on his elbows and looked around, this place looked like a warzone, crumbling buildings, ash and gravel were everywhere. He propped up onto his knees and then got on his feet, he saw no one around but he had a strange feeling that he wasn't the only one here. He put his hand to his head and tried to think, he tried to remember what had happened last, and why the hell he was here. Nothing...his mind was blank, the last thing he remembered was doing one last drug deal for one of his customers downtown and.....

What was that? Something moved in one of the nearby buildings, he heard shuffling, curious to what or who it was he slowly moved toward the building asking who was there...
A man stepped out of the building. He was bald. His head was round with a pointy beard. He had a big book, looking like some kind of encyclopedia, in his right hand.

"Hmmm... Hello there," he said with a smile.

"Who the hell are you? And what the hell is that thing?", Adrian asked, pointing at the large book in the man's hand. "And if you don't mind telling me, where the hell am I?!?!"

"Who the hell are you? And what the hell is that thing?", Adrian asked, pointing at the large book in the man's hand. "And if you don't mind telling me, where the hell am I?!?!"
"Smith... Bobby Smith," the man answered with a warm smile. "As to where you are... what's your take on it?"

(ooc: Bobby Smith can be everywhere, don't be surprised ;) )

"Smith... Bobby Smith," the man answered with a warm smile. "As to where you are... what's your take on it?")

"Screw you! You don't need to know my f*ckin' name! Just tell me where the f*ck I am you prick!", Adrian said. He had anger problems and became frustrated quickly even in simple situations.


(ooc: Bobby Smith can be everywhere, don't be surprised ;) )

ooc: I kinda' figured that, what's he like the grim reaper or something?

ooc: I kinda' figured that, what's he like the grim reaper or something?
(ooc: he can be your best dream or your worst nightmare, it all depends on you ;) )

"Oh, I see," Smith said with a grin.

He plunged his hand inside his jacket and drew a flask out.

"Maybe a little drink..."

--stupid post--

Adrian looked down at the flask, and then back up at the man's face.

"You think I just take drinks from random people, pal! You tryin' to make me out as some kinda' bum?!?! Lemme tell you something pal, you got real nerve!", Adrian swung his fist down at the flask, knocking it out of the mans hand.

"Now listen to me, you baldheaded bastard! I want some f*ckin' answers and I want them now! Where the hell am I?!?!"

Adrian looked down at the flask, and then back up at the man's face.

"You think I just take drinks from random people, pal! You tryin' to make me out as some kinda' bum?!?! Lemme tell you something pal, you got real nerve!", Adrian swung his fist down at the flask, knocking it out of the mans hand.

"Now listen to me, you baldheaded bastard! I want some f*ckin' answers and I want them now! Where the hell am I?!?!"

Smith looked deeply into Adrian's eyes.

"Mark my words, boy," he said with a calm but imperious voice. "You perfectly know in what condition you are. Don't you? No need to be impolite."

ooc: Technically, I could bring Rave into this...or rather another character?

ooc: Technically, I could bring Rave into this...or rather another character?
ooc: Technically you can bring any character that has died one time or another (would he have revived or not). Did you see who I brought myself?

ooc: So that's where we're "at it" in this thread.

IC:

Rave shifted in her bed. Her black hair traced it's way along her spine, and fell in soft waves. Her crimson eyes slowely flicked open. She let out a soft sigh, and pushed the black satin sheets from her figure. She slowely rose, walking toward the dresser. She took out a black dress...it was a long time since she had worn it. She slipped it over her head. It tappered to the back where it just touched the floor. It fit her figure perfectly. Images flashed in her mind from the first year at the academy...and to him. She closed her eyes momentarily, with a soft smile, and proceeded down the stairs.

--stupid post--

OOC: Err...underaloz? What about Thomas? (Please note I am the same person as New FunkyMonkeyLand)
(OOC: Yeah, I know who you are. Just a bit surprised to see Thomas around here... wasn't he supposed to be with Kain's character? - or have I mixed up things?)

--stupid post--
(OOC: Yeah, I know who you are. Just a bit surprised to see Thomas around here... wasn't he supposed to be with Kain's character? - or have I mixed up things?)

OOC: I thought Bobby could be in more than one place at once, but you make a good point. I should not change the plot suddenly like that. Sometimes my brain don't work proper.

"Where..." Ravelyn said softly. "Where am I?" She headed down a long spiral staircase. She could hear voices. Her eyes flickered momentarily with distraught. "Hello?" She asked softly, chills running down her spine, part in trepidation, part in curiousity.

"Hello beauty," said a man walking up the stairs.

The darkness shrowded his face, and she could not make out his idenity, but a hope still held within her heart.
"Hello beauty," he said to her. She was slightly taken back, by the likeness of his voice...it couldn't be...She couldn't speak, she stepped closer to him, looking for him...

What are you looking for?
A jewel.
Does he have a name?
Yes.
What is it?
Can't say...

"I'm not the one you think," said Smith with a smile, getting out of the darkness. "But I sure as hell can recognize a beauty when I see one!"

She was disappointed, but still smiled anyway. "I thank you for the compliment. No you are not the one I seek, but maybe I came across you for a reason." She smiled warmly. "Oh, sorry." she said offering her hand to him. "My name is Ravelyn."

"Charming first name," Smith said.

He bent and kissed her hand.

"And who is the lucky guy you're after?"

She paused for a moment. "His name is Vaughn," she replied. "Tell me, have you any knowledge that would help me?"

"Never heard this name before," Smith answered. "If you ask me, Vaughn sounds horribly wrong. Picture that: Ravelyn Vaughn, no really. Ravelyn Shentavo is so much better!"

He had a large smile.

"Sounds right to me," she replied with a smile, and then a sigh. "So, where am I? I don't recall this place..."

"Oh Oh!" Smith shouted with a slight laugh. "What do you think? Any idea?"

"Last thing I remember, I was falling. Falling through the earth. I thought I had won. I mean I had but...I was being pulled...there was a chain through my heart. I pulled it from myself, and faced...a rival, let's say. I chained him to the walls as I had banished him before but, I was hit from behind and I'm dead aren't I?" She asked with an amused smile. She suddenly thought of something. "Smith...tell me, do you meet everyone who passes through?"

(ooc: he didn't tell you his name :P )

"Everyone? Thank god I don't," the bald man answered.

( :-) Women's intuition...In need of "punishment" again? :P )

IC:

Ravelyn looks at him. "Well, thank you for the information you have given me. It was nice to meet you. But if I'm dead, and the dead are here, that means that he may be as well...thank you for your time." She stepped past him, the black silk from her dress slipping past his side. She looked back to him, her crimson eyes meeting his. "What's your name, may I inquire?"

"Smith, Bobby Smith," he said proudly. "Didn't I tell you? How rude of me!"

He let her walk a little.

"I didn't say the deads were all here," he shouted in her direction before disapearing behind a corner.

She watched him leave. Vaughn... She called, trying to connect with him. She didn't like this place. On earth, she could bend things to her will, because she knew it's secrets. IN heaven, she never needed to. In hell, Vaughn had been the one to save her, but here..here she was...frightened.

"He doesn't answer, does he?"

The voice was coming from the left, very close. Smith was standing there. A few seconds before he was in the building, behind her.

"Does he?"

"No..." she said with a slight tear in her eye, and turned from him. I'm frightened Vaughn...very frightened... This place she did not fancy...yet the angel never lost hope. She could never loose hope...she couldn't let herself.

Smith was observing.

Hmm... I'm afraid she'll take her time. Let us hope she won't fail.

He decided he should let her for the time being. There was plenty of work elsewhere anyway. This Vaughn for instance...

A smile crossed her face abruptly. "You know what I am apart from an angel, and you know what ancients have perfected over time. A beautiful mind is a terrible thing to waste Armma had said to me many years ago. You're witholding something from me, women's intuition, call it whatever you like. That's fine with me. I'm ready to accept that." She paced around to look at him. "I'm looking for a jewel..."

He had disapeared.

"Are you? Really?" said a voice coming from behind her. "Fas-ci-na-ting!"

She did not turn to see who it was, she had a good idea already. "You can't scare me," she said softly.

"Err... Why would I want to scare you?" Smith asked with an intrigued voice. "Tell me about this jewel... what is it?"

"Well you pop up out of no where...which is slightly creepy, yet unnecessary." She laughed slightly. "It's a jewel." she said in reply. "That's what it is."

"No. Maybe that's what you know of it. Maybe that's how you picture it. But..." he suddenly looked quite older. "... young girl, never even suppose you may actually know what something is because truth is no one knows. Oh... and don't mind my... err... disapearances, I don't even realize it can feel strange to others anymore."

"I know what it is," she replied, almost in a daze. "Where it is, I can't say." She brushed her hair from her face as he had done, her crimson lips parting as to say something, but no words were heard.

"I have the feeling that's your problem," Smith said his hand on his chin. "Over-confidence. Do you ever doubt?"

"The jewel? Not for a minute," she said unnervingly. "I must go...I must find it."

"Who told you this was a jewel you had to find? And for what reason? Really the more you talk about it, the less I understand it."

"You ask the wrong questions," she responed lightly. "I need to find this jewel, no one told me too. Surely you've put everything together, or may have if you ask the right questions."

"Oh... forgive me Mrs.Vampire-Archangel-Shentavo!"

He bent so low his hands touched the floor.

"Let me worship the being of ultimate knowledge that knows everything without being told."

He stood up all in a sudden.

"You see, I don't have this skill. But I must also admit that I believe everything we know has been put where it is. There is a source."

He smiled.

"I'm happy: that makes at least one thing you admit you don't know."

"I know only what I'm needed to know," she said in reply. Her crimson eyes flickered. She tossed something two him, something crimson and small...as he looked up to her, she replied. " A jewel." She smiled. "And I never said I was an archangel, nor a vampire...but then again, we all have our secrets." She smiled, and turned to head down the stairs.

"Demon! Goddess! Whatever!" Smith shouted out loud, dancing around.

He stopped and stared at her going down the stairs.

"Truth is you don't know who you're working for or if what you're doing is the right thing. It's as if you were sometimes incarnated by another being in another world, comfortably sat, looking at you and putting words in your mouth."

He waved his hand.

"See you soon, character."

“Ten!”

The Duke of Chateau forced his left foot forward this time, every motor command struggling through his alcohol synaptic relays.

“Turn and raise!

Don’t fall over - that’s the key thought Chateau as he turned and brought his antique, single shot pistol to bear. Before him, Williams’ image swum, crisscrossing in his vision. He blinked his eyes hard, wishing he could wipe the sweat from his brow, and the Larkinian resolved at last into a single form. Under normal circumstances, the Duke was one of the top marksmen in the Commonwealth, but now his inebriation was cause for consternation. He decided to aim for the bulk of ‘Sir’ Jeffery’s body and get a mortally wounding blow in. Chateau smiled as he managed to notice the Larkinian aiming for his skull - so much the better. The chance of someone like that scumbag - Knight of the Imperial Order or not - hitting him at this range in the head was next to nothing.

At least it wasn’t raining, Chateau found himself noticing in the back of his mind as he waited for the final call. The air was heavy with mist, and anyone could tell that one of the Shield’s near-daily rain storms was settling in, but for now the clouds hovered above, waiting like everything else on that one fatal word.

Suddenly, and as clear as a bell, a voice rang across Dun Adien’s courtyard, unleashing the pent up tension. “Shoot!” With a wicked grin, Chateau let his bullet fly, only partially noticing the Larkinian’s return muzzle burst, as it faded into an even more brilliant flash.

---

Across the courtyard, His Imperial Majesty High King James III, having only just completed his first knighting as the Protector of the Grand Iansislean Empire, shuddered as Chateau’s shot tore through Jeff’s side, leveling his newly-found friend. He heard the gasp from the crowd, and suddenly, a very familiar cry.

The Duchess of Chateau, once known only as the Princess Elizabeth Callahan, hated her husband with every shard of her being. He reminded her of a child who had, even now at the age of twenty nine, never quite grown up. His drunken antics and high-profile affection for horse racing had been the greatest source of embarrassment for the Dominion of Noropia at all inter-Commonwealth meetings. However, he was the Duke of Chateau, his father’s only child, and that automatically vaulted him into a position of power within the Dominion’s assemblages.

Now, watching him take his place on the field of honor and raise his gun, she wished for nothing but his safe return. He really was like a child, but there was a sense of sweetness and naïvete in him. Maybe Elizabeth didn’t want to be married, but she certainly didn’t want him dead!

It was much to her horror, then, as Jeff’s heavy caliber bullet tore into his head, just above the bridge of his nose. The Duke dropped like a sack of rocks to the ground a moment after the round tore out the back of his head, leaving an exit wound nearly six inches across. Dr. Devon Niven, in Iansisle to witness Jeff’s knighting could only bend over and quickly shake his head at the assembled crowd before the noble old man had to rush over to Jeff’s prone form. Elizabeth didn’t even notice the Larkinian fall as she rushed over to her husband.

However, she was intercepted by Iansisle’s First Sea Lord, Grand Admiral Sir Richard Tri. She nearly bowled the older military man over in her flight, but he held his ground, diverting her away from where a black blanked was being draped over the Duke. He whispered something - later, she would not remember - and slowly lead her back to her brother’s arms.

---

The Duke of Chateau knew nothing of those events. He was busy blinking his eyes against the sudden bright light. Slowly, his vision returned just as he noticed that his thinking was no longer impaired. He glanced about the desolate landscape. “H...hello?”

"I'm so confused now," she said. "I've never acted like that. What was I talking about...a jewel? Hm...maybe what's to come." She slowely made her way down the stairs. This place looked dreadfully familiar. She slowely paced around. Images flashed before her. "I wish I could find you." She simply said..."before this headache gets anyworse.."

(ooc: welcome aboard, Iansisle :) I remember that duel. Nice to see it described :) )

Vaughn was wandering around. The Dark Path didn't work. Telepathy didn't work. This was a nightmare.

What is this place? Where is she? Is she safe?

He had talked to several persons, but no one seemed helpful. Only one thing, all these people seemed to have... died before coming here.

What if I'm dead? For real.

She touched the edge of the door, and recalled...I had this dress on, and we were getting ready for the end of the year ceremony. We eventually made it to the door, and then...the ceremony was delayed quite a bit...but I couldn't help it. I asked you if it looked alright, and you said, that dress is like begging for me to... her thoughts were interupted. She had taken to recollection here, for some reason it brought back so many memories. SHe turned from the door, and began to walk. It seemed that no one could help her. She held her hand out, a white light flickered then died.
"So my powers have no effect what so ever...bloody hell..."

"Hello there!
- Err... hello who are you?
- Smith and you?
- Vaughn, Michael Vaughn. You're dead too?
- Vaughn... funny, that's the name the lady talked about.
- Lady? What lady?
- Rale Ten Ciao or something.
- Rave?!? Where?... No... she's dead too?
- Of course.
- Wait... who are you really?
- She was right there, I'd say half a mile away."

Vaughn didn't want to ask more questions. He ran, following the direction the bald man had pointed at.

He stopped.

What if...

He turned back, but the man had disapeared.

Great!

"Well, I remember the time I worked before He arrived, or was much of anything. However, anyone intresting around? I'll go poke about, there may be a few of your visitors that are destined for places I never care to visit any more. If you run into something odd, tell me.

Charon begins to listen and stroll.
I forgot, how relaxing this place could be

"Well, I remember the time I worked before He arrived, or was much of anything. However, anyone intresting around? I'll go poke about, there may be a few of your visitors that are destined for places I never care to visit any more. If you run into something odd, tell me.

Charon begins to listen and stroll.
I forgot, how relaxing this place could be
"I will," Smith replied. "But, to be honest I seriously doubt it. We have normal people, an emperor, a duke and a vampire couple or something. I'd say quite a plain day."

As Rave walked away, she heardsomething...footsteps. I musn't look... She stopped. Bloody hell... She remarked to herself. It's probably smith...he scares me sometimes... but slowely, she turned around. Her lips parted to speak, but there were no words to be heard. She stood there, her backless black satin dress hugging the curves of her body. Her crimson eyes looked up to meet his...

O_O

presenting shortest post ever by underaloz:
O_O
presenting shortest post ever by Rave:
:lol:
(Was that ooc or ic? :) )

"Hmm, well you never know...Well you might if you were still reading the biographies of these people." Charon just shrugs...
"I've seen customs and people change...and so the punishments. Remeber the Simonists? Stuck in their own pouch of Hell and then released on the whim of a mortal that himself now sits in Hell..."

"I know you'll be around, after all you are everywhere and nowhere at once around here...I forgot if you like mortal wine or not, I've got a nice bottle that I was going to enjoy later. Strange, you realize that I've picked up of my really old habits recently? Ah well..."

(Was that ooc or ic? :) )
(OOC: IC of course :P)

That can't be... but... if I see her as... then I must be... but if she's dead... and if I'm dead... and... and...

He took her violently in his arms, kissing her with the passion of a man who hadn't seen his love for a thousand years.

"I know you'll be around, after all you are everywhere and nowhere at once around here...I forgot if you like mortal wine or not, I've got a nice bottle that I was going to enjoy later. Strange, you realize that I've picked up of my really old habits recently? Ah well..."
"Wine! I love it of course," Smith said ecstatic. "And don't get me started with old habits. I'm becoming sentimental again. Not good in our business..."

My heart. My love.... She let him take her into his arms. A tear fell from her eye. "Vaughn...I..." She kissed him passionately wrapping her arms around his neck. She couldn't speak. She didn't want to. She felt like she hadn't seen him for so long...like they had met only once. She pressed herself to him as she used to.

I love you... I love you...

The words were turning inside Vaughn's head. He was one idea, he was one feeling, he was with Rave and they were one.

Charon huffs..."I am not getting sentimental...well, perhaps a bit less strict...But then you don't have the family squabals that I still have to deal with...."

He continues down the street..."Do any of them beg you for forgiveness? I mean attempt to appease you? Then try to order you about..."

He stops at an intersection and looks around. "I really don't care for that myself..."

He continues down the street..."Do any of them beg you for forgiveness? I mean attempt to appease you? Then try to order you about..."

He stops at an intersection and looks around. "I really don't care for that myself..."
"Oh well, you know. This place is quite different than yourse. When they beg me, they do so for an explanation. As soon as they understand why they are here, then they can go where they're meant to. I'm not into rehabilitation, I'm into brutal change."

(ooc: gotta fly... nearly 8am here... still didn't sleep O_o )

What are you looking for?
nothing.
What happened to the jewel?
This one?
you have it?
yes.

She was with him... after everything. I love you... She looked at him, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "and you said, that dress is like begging for me to..." she smiled, as she saw it in his eyes he remembered. She was happy. He was with her, she was in heaven in hell. She caressed the back of his neck, her lips upon his.

Why would you bother to read something this smell? Ah well, bump for Underaloz and others.

tag

"hmmm, True...although I'm really into metering out a single punishment and keeping track of lost souls. It is surprising how some Arc-angles are...well, single minded. Purgatory runs like a well ordered machine, Outer Purgatory is the waiting room...."

OOC: Get sleep...lots of sleep...

OOC: no realy a character ive had in another RP, before. but i just couldnt miss out on this great RP.

IC:

As Tom woke up, covered in a parachute

Ah, dam my head hurts. Must have been a hard landing, mustn’t of opened the chute at the right time

Tom stood up

Hmmm, this doesn’t seem like the drop zone….
I need to find someone who knows where I am.

Sounds like chatter from that building over there..

Tom started in the direction of the building

Charon made his way to a small square, it reminded him of somewhere in Spain...

He stat down for a moment on a fountin and began to toss pebbles towards a long set of stairs. Attempting to land one on the top step without it falling back down...

Ted stumbled into the city and looked around. He could hear the faint echos of distant talking, but couldnt see anyone in the streets or in the buildings. The city was dead.

Slighty spooked, Ted walked through what seemed an endless amount of streets with no life in sight. He knew he would have to slow down soon because of his arm. He tried to go into the direction of the talking, but he still couldnt find anyone.....

Smith walked out of a building. He looked on his right and spotted a man with a parachute. On his left, another man, with a handgun, was coming.

Collision time: 10... 9... 8...

(OOC: Tom on the right, Ted on the left)

She looked at him softly. "Before...when...when we were behind the barrier, I never got to say...before.." she searched for words. He knew she was rather eloquent, and this was slightly out of her character. She chuckled to herself slighty. "I saw you first at that cafe by an aeroport. Witz and Gene were having such a good time aparently. You watched me from the shadows, and I knew you were there. But I didn't know who you were...and finally you revealed yourself to me. And something clicked. The moment I saw you I smiled, and I didn't know why. Now I do. I love you, with all my heart. What's mine is yours, and what's yours is mine."

She looked at him softly. "Before...when...when we were behind the barrier, I never got to say...before.." she searched for words. He knew she was rather eloquent, and this was slightly out of her character. She chuckled to herself slighty. "I saw you first at that cafe by an aeroport. Witz and Gene were having such a good time aparently. You watched me from the shadows, and I knew you were there. But I didn't know who you were...and finally you revealed yourself to me. And something clicked. The moment I saw you I smiled, and I didn't know why. Now I do. I love you, with all my heart. What's mine is yours, and what's yours is mine."
He looked at her intensely.

"I tried to deny my feelings," he whispered. "You know why."

He stepped back. He was trembling. Tears appeared in his eyes.

"Now look where this folly has brought you!" he shouted with a movement of rage. "And this is all my fault! My ennemies! My own problems."

He looked at her with a darker expression.

"My love is a poison that slowly drives the ones I touch into oblivion."

He looked up at the sky, arms opened.

"Whoever you are, I hate you! I hate you for what you've done to those I had the imprudence to love. Do you hear me? I HATE YOU!!!"

(OOC:Ok, I said I could not participate because I have no character that really died and I know this thread is only for dead characters but ... how could I NOT participate? So I took one of my characters that had an experience where she could have been dead for some time [she had never been really alive ;)].)


Riccar opened her eyes; something was wrong. Or...not really wrong but different. Something was missing. First she didn't know what this was then she realized it: the pain. She didn't feel the pain anymore.
Riccar lifted her long coat that she had pulled over her whole body before she had lost her consciousness. Her skin was still irritated where the substance had touched.
She looked round to see where the others were but ...

What? Where are they? And ... where am I?

"What do you think?" asked a voice behind her back.

Riccar turned around, ready to fight.

"Who are you?" she hissed.

A bald man with a pointy beard was standing at 3 or 4 paces from her.

"Changing our mind about the question to ask, aren't we?" he said with a calm voice.

"WHO ... ARE ... YOU! AND WHERE AM I?" here eyes glared in rage.

"Again, what do you think?" he asked, sitting down on the remains of a stairway.

Riccar was in rage but the strangers calmness made her think about the situation. She looked round.

"This is not a place I know. I fought. I fell and thought I would have to die of pain.
The pain is gone." she looked at the stranger, "This is a place for the dead, isn't it? And you ... you are connected to this place, that's obviously. Are you some kind of guardian?"

Charon was startled by the shouting and proceeded to walk around the corner and find two people looking back at him.
"Hmm, now what was that all about?" The cool voice had a slight hnit of ammusement.

She looked at Vaughn, placing her hand upon his face. Her soft voice brought a sense of calmness. "Vaughn..." she said softly. "It's not your fault. It has never been your fault. "Without you, Michael, If you did not recall, I would have already been dead. You were my strength to live. You are everything I ever knew, and everything I ever want to know. Your love is not a poison, it is the cure." She looked to him, wiping away the tears from his eyes with her soft fingertips. Her soft raven hair fell in soft waves down her back, and her crimson eyes shimmered in what light was provided. She hugged him tightly, her cheek upon his chest. "I never lived before your love, Michael."

Riccar was in rage but the strangers calmness made her think about the situation. She looked round.

"This is not a place I know. I fought. I fell and thought I would have to die of pain.
The pain is gone." she looked at the stranger, "This is a place for the dead, isn't it? And you ... you are connected to this place, that's obviously. Are you some kind of guardian?"
"Now, do you have any idea why you are here?" Smith replied, not answering Riccar's question.

"I ... damn, why do I answer your questions? I don't even exactly know where HERE is." she replied "And stop answering my questions with other questions old man. You don't know who I am. And I swear you: you don't want to know it!"

(ooc: smith looks as if he was in his early 30s :P )

Smith laughed slightly.

"You sure as hell have some temper," he said to Riccar finally.

(Riccar looks like 20, so for her he looks old lol)

"Shall I show you my temper and take your soul, old man?" she shouted

"And why would you do that?" Smith asked with a strange smile. "Will it help you in any way? I seriously doubt it."

"Maybe I'll do it just for fun if you don't finally tell me what this place is and who you are. And don't answer with another question or I will really take your soul."

"All right," Smith said.

And he disapeared in a puff.

Charon just chuckled at what he had just seen. After all most people he delt with were usually demanding either a) someone was there who shouldn't be, or that they didn't have to undergo punishment because they were 'chosen'. Hell, they had lived in hipocracy for so long they actually belived it...

He just started to laughout loud
Which was sort of weird, almost like a hyena on laughing gas...

*OOC: I'm trying to interact with a few of the 'mortals'

Ricar stared stunned at the point where the unpleasent man had stood.

Damn!

She looked round to find any hint of the man's whereabouts but he ...had dissapeared.

(OOC: one question, do the characters loose powers they had when they were alive when they arrive here?)

Charon just chuckled at what he had just seen. After all most people he delt with were usually demanding either a) someone was there who shouldn't be, or that they didn't have to undergo punishment because they were 'chosen'. Hell, they had lived in hipocracy for so long they actually belived it...

He just started to laughout loud
Which was sort of weird, almost like a hyena on laughing gas...

*OOC: I'm trying to interact with a few of the 'mortals'

Riccar?

OOC: Her? Sure...

Charon simmed to have gotten a case of the giggles...He had to sit down.

Riccar slowly turned round to face the laughing person.
Her blue eyes again glared in rage and her head turned red. A silent growl left her throat before she started to scream: "WHAT? WHAT IS SO DAMN FUNNY THAT EVERYBODY MAKES FUN ABOUT IT?"

Charon just looked at her from under the hood, the blue eyes seemeing to turn slightly green for a moment and then he giggled out...

"You..*giggle*...threatened...*giggle*to take*giggle....the soul of Smith...
*giggle*...You...*giggle*...have balls...*giggle*....or no brains...*giggle*."

He stops and then answers, in his usual cold voice. "Stop Screaming, trying to wake yourself?"

*grumbles something about men in general*

"Alright, just to get some answeres I'll try to keep cool. Can You tell me what kind of place this is? And who this ... Smith is?"

She looked down at her body. "And maybe you didn't realize it: I don't have balls." Riccar smirked slightly.

"Why are we here?" She asked him, however not pulling back in the slightest bit. "I can't remember the details of what happened for some reason. It's as if we've been caged here. I have never seen anything like this place, yet everything seems so familiar...."

Ah, Dam i thought i saw someone up there

Tom walked towards where he saw the pserson

Hmm, this place looks like one hell of a shit fight when on here

As Tom walked towards the building he started to call out

Hello, Hello, Anyone there

He wasn’t expecting a reply, but he could only hope.

"Why are we here?" She asked him, however not pulling back in the slightest bit. "I can't remember the details of what happened for some reason. It's as if we've been caged here. I have never seen anything like this place, yet everything seems so familiar...."
Vaughn got back to his senses.

"What this place is?" he said with a cold voice. "I have strictly no idea. Are we trapped here? Seems so."

He walked to her.

"What I know is that I'll get you out of here. One way or another."

*grumbles something about men in general*

"Alright, just to get some answeres I'll try to keep cool. Can You tell me what kind of place this is? And who this ... Smith is?"

She looked down at her body. "And maybe you didn't realize it: I don't have balls." Riccar smirked slightly.


Charon rose and looked at her, well appeared to with the glowing blue spheres the only apparent feature of his face visible. "Ah, well now...that would be telling. In these matters...well you need to figure out the answers on your own. Consider it a test if you will. Like any mortal test there are some 'key' items. For instance, where were you 'before' you were here? I know I'm answering a question with a question but then the path is the important part of the equation as is the destination. And yes, I picked up that fact that you are a female."

"Vaughn," she said hesitating slightly. "Don't worry about me...we need to find a way for you...I'm not going back without you this time." She was hiding something clearly. As close as they were, he would be able to tell. She shifted slightly. "This place...is so familiar to me, like it's in the back of my mind, yet I can't recall anything about it. This man, Smith...have you met him?"

"Smith?"

Vaughn thought for a second.

"Oh... this bald clown, yes, why?"

"I think he knows more than he is letting on," she says softly. "He appears to work here, and pops out of no where, which was unerving even to me. And I tried to call to you, but it seemed that telepathy does not work here...what is this place?"

Vaughn's expression darkened.

"Yes, no telepathy. And no dark path here. At least I guess we're no more on the other side of the Barrier... bah... that's stupid of me: we are dead. This is obvious. This is not the paradise. So it could only be two things: Hell or Purgatory, right?"

He put his arm around her.

She wrapped her closest arm around his back as he placed his arm around her shoulders. She tilted her head to rest on his shoulder for a few moments. "Well it's certainly not heaven," she suggests. "And I was pulled into hell alive, and this is certainly not what I experianced. Purgatory possible...very very possible. Though I'm not certain what this is. It's like an in between."

"Hmmm... and few people around here," he said before kissing her. "I guess that makes us special."

His smile froze.

"Or maybe, everyone around here is eliminated. One by one."

She welcomed the kiss, blushing slightly. He was the only one who could make her do that. She chuckled slightly, knowing that. "Eliminated? It sounds bad." she asked. In a mocking voice, she continued with a smile. "You are the weakest link, goodbye." She looked at him with a light laugh, and nestled her head on his shoulder again. His presence brought comfort to her.
"We'll find a way. There is a way out of everything."

The death angel flew on silent wings, seeming to emerge from the air itself. Slowly, she circled the ruined city, watching the few people below as they milled about in utter confusion. This place was an amusement she rarely allowed herself.

The death angel flew on silent wings, seeming to emerge from the air itself. Slowly, she circled the ruined city, watching the few people below as they milled about in utter confusion. This place was an amusement she rarely allowed herself.
Smith snapped his fingers and the death angel disapeared.

I'd better watch the accesses, he thought.

(ooc: no characters of this type, please. if we end up with 10 characters supposingly knowing what's going on then it's the end of the fun)

"We'll find a way. There is a way out of everything."
"I'd like to be sure of that," Vaughn replied in a breath. "So, what to do? Find this bald man?"

Charon rose and looked at her, well appeared to with the glowing blue spheres the only apparent feature of his face visible. "Ah, well now...that would be telling. In these matters...well you need to figure out the answers on your own. Consider it a test if you will. Like any mortal test there are some 'key' items. For instance, where were you 'before' you were here? I know I'm answering a question with a question but then the path is the important part of the equation as is the destination. And yes, I picked up that fact that you are a female."

"The last thing I can remember was that we were hunting a dangerous being. We were in combat and then suddenly this liquid was spread over us from somewhere. Then I remember the pain and then .. nothing. The next thing I know is that I opened my eyes and was here." Riccar started to walk up and down like an imprisoned animal.
"I have to go back. My job is unfinished. He owes me a soul.
You don't belong to this place but you also don't belong to the world of the living ones as far as I can see. Do you know a way out here? Or," she snorted," do I have to find it out myself?"

"I'm not quite sure," she said softly. "What else is there to do...we can't just wait her doing nothing..." She smiled slightly. She was more than overjoyed to be by his side.

(ooc: sorry got to go)

Smith snapped his fingers and the death angel disapeared.

I'd better watch the accesses, he thought.

(ooc: no characters of this type, please. if we end up with 10 characters supposingly knowing what's going on then it's the end of the fun)

OOC: Sure thing. My bad. Though just as an fyi, I wasn't gonna have her knowing exactly what was going on. More of a situation where she thought she knew where she was, but was incorrect.

"Hmm, well then I do believe that the answer to that question is...the only way I know out of here you don't want to take. Nor, can I just allow you to...I'm afraid that you must deal with the buisness at hand."
He stands an looks at her for a moment..."Perhaps you need to figure a way out but that path may not be directly back. As for my presence, well...let us say that I'm looking for something myself, unfortunatly like you, I don't know what or who it is until I find it. And I may be in the wrong place...Tell me about this 'creature' that you hunted. Perhaps that might hold some clues for you..."

Charon turns and begins walking slowly, waving the woman to follow him...

Riccar hesitated for a moment or two then she cursed silently and followed him, trying to get next to him.

"He called himself 'Death'. He seemed to know me although I can't remember to have seen him before. But he said he would have seen me dieing. Some others were hunting him because he had the Necronomicon. I hunted him because I had to take his soul." she nodded negativly, "But I'm sure this has nothing to do with my presence in this ... this," she looked around and made a gesture as if she wanted to include the whole area," what ever this is."

"You hunted someone called 'Death' or Death himself*...and why wouldn't it relate to why you are here? You were hunting 'Death' found a pool of some liquid, and you are now here...So are we at the bottom of the pool...perhaps you are forgetting something important about your own tasks...oh taker of souls..."

She looked around, her crimson eyes falling upon the scene. There was nothing about this place she could stabilize in her mind as being remotely familiar. There was nothing. Her power drawn away, as well as her telepathy, which she found more of a nusiance in someone overhearing someof the things that may be said. Smith. There was nothing known about him but his name, and he seemed to be able to teleport to where ever he wanted. Maybe she could get some answers out of him. So yes, the best idea would be to find him. "Je vous ai manqué, mon amour," she whispered to herself almost inaudibly., as it was not meant to be heard, while looking at Vaughn. They would find a way out...wouldn't they? this couldn't be the end...it just couldn't be. "Let's go find him...he may possess the answers we need, or know someone who does."

"You hunted someone called 'Death' or Death himself*...and why wouldn't it relate to why you are here? You were hunting 'Death' found a pool of some liquid, and you are now here...So are we at the bottom of the pool...perhaps you are forgetting something important about your own tasks...oh taker of souls..."


"It was not a pool were the liquid was in, it fell from the sky. Like rain. Me for my self don't think that that my body ever left the place were we were fighting. I'm sure it's still there with the others. But I am here. So this can't be a 'real' place. Not a place for bodies but for souls or essences.
I could believe it if there was not one thing: I have no soul or essence that could be seperated from my body.
If something arrived here it should have been the souls I have taken before but not me. And I still feel them inside of me. So this must be my real body; but how did it come to this place wherever 'here' is?"

"What makes you say you have no soul? It would seem even the most cruel and deadly creatures of the night once had one...."

She looked around, her crimson eyes falling upon the scene. There was nothing about this place she could stabilize in her mind as being remotely familiar. There was nothing. Her power drawn away, as well as her telepathy, which she found more of a nusiance in someone overhearing someof the things that may be said. Smith. There was nothing known about him but his name, and he seemed to be able to teleport to where ever he wanted. Maybe she could get some answers out of him. So yes, the best idea would be to find him. "Je vous ai manqué, mon amour," she whispered to herself almost inaudibly., as it was not meant to be heard, while looking at Vaughn. They would find a way out...wouldn't they? this couldn't be the end...it just couldn't be. "Let's go find him...he may possess the answers we need, or know someone who does."
(ooc: nice gift this sentence in french ;) )

As soon as she had finished her sentence, Smith appeared at a corner, huming Love Story's main theme.

"What makes you say you have no soul? It would seem even the most cruel and deadly creatures of the night once had one...."

"I lost my soul long time ago ... when I died. It's still out there. But not here."

"I lost my soul long time ago ... when I died. It's still out there. But not here."
Highly unlikely. Impossible I'd say, Smith thought, observing the scene from one of the roofs. Unless...

(ooc: I'm attempting to learn french...*sighs* look what you've talked me into :P )

IC:
Rave's eyes dart toward Smith. She chuckles slightly, noticing his song. "Very funny," she laughed.

"Aha! Nice to see you in a better mood!" Smith shouted out loud with a smile. "And I guess this man is the one you were looking for, right?"

He stared at Vaughn.

"Michael Tough, isn't it?"

Vaughn sighted.

"Vaughn," he said slowly. "Michael Vaughn."

"He is," she said in return with a smile. Temporarily distracted by emotion. She quickly got back to reality...or where ever this place was. "Smith, can I ask you a question in which you will give me a straight answer apart from this one?" Her crimson eyes flickered at him.
Maybe we'll get some answers...

"Problem is answering questions is not my role," Smith said.

He gave a quick glance at Vaughn who gave a dark look back. Smith laughed slightly, acting uncomfortable.

"Oh, but you can play many different roles hm?" she said upbeatly, however there was something serious in her voice, that lay latent in her questions. "Do you know why we are here?" She looked to Vaughn slightly, then to Smith, noticing the silent interaction, though she said nothing.

"No, I don't but I could if I wanted to though."

He looked again at Vaughn.

"You're wearing a kind of mask, aren't you?" he asked Michael. "That's not your true appearance, is it?
- No. This is like a separate part of myself, why?
- Oh, nothing. I just find that quite impressive. I mean, this is like a power isn't it?
- Not really.
- Hmmm."

Smith seemed to be puzzled by Vaughn's attitude. Rave could confusely feel the bald man was searching his memory, as if he already knew Vaughn somehow.

For once Smith was as confused as she had been, and she smiled at this silently. She noted the look in both their eyes. Something was recalled to her, though she did not realize what it was. "Are you familiar with each other?" she asked melodically.

"No," Vaughn replied simply. "I just don't like how he's looking at me."

Smith smiled at Rave.

"Oh... it's nothing, you know. Just have the impression I saw someone like your friends before. Someone with purely black eyes. Nothing important."

Vaughn's eyes widened.

"I... I beg your pardon?"

I quite like his eyes, she thought to herself with a slight smile. She didn't like the response Smith gave. There was something about him, almost a quality, like found in synthetic diamonds. "Purely black eyes?" she asked, inquiring Smith to explain.

"Anyway," Smith continued, dodging the question. "What's your take on this place? Any idea of what it could be?"

Vaughn's face deformed by crispation. His fist were firmly closed. But somehow, he knew force wouldn't be the proper attitude.

It's slightly creepy...reminds me of the dark ages," she said with a half smile. Her soft hand touched Vaughn's fist, caressing the skin lightly to ease him. "What's your take on this place Smith?" she returned, but remembered the question dodged...she would get her answer...but later.

"Oh well, I'd like it to be a little less devastated. But I guess it's part of the scenery. We wouldn't like people to feel comfortable, would we?"

Vaughn opened his fist to take Rave's hand inside of his.

"We." she said. "You said we, now who are you? And I mean that in a plural sense." her mind was beginning to pick up on things. "Now why would "you" want us to be comfortable. Tell me what is going on here," her voice softly mimicked Vaughn's cynical tone that was custom for him to possess. She felt his fist loosen, and take her hand into his.

"Oh, I'm quite sure you already know who my boss is, don't you Miss Shentavo?" Smith asked back with the same cynical tone.

It was as if the man was acting like a kind of mirror. His attitude always seemed to reflect others'.

Her eyes flickered softly. "Hmm..." she murmured. She observed him with a slight hint of mysteriousness. "right then..." her voice regained it's melodic tone. She nodded slightly. "right..."she repeated. "Then what is it that we're needed for...here I mean..."

Smith's smile reappeared.

"Does this look like a place where anything is needed? Hmmm? Apart for a good cleansing that is."

Vaughn let Rave's hand go and stepped forward.

"Will you answer? Yes or no." he said with a cold and angry voice.

Smith stepped backward.

"Good god! You sound so much like your father."

Vaughn's body contracted all in a sudden. His face was nothing more than an expression of pure stupefaction.

Rave was startled, and looked at Smith. She slowely stepped forward, her hand traveling from Michael's spine up to his right shoulder as she stood to his left. She noticed the change in him, and looked at Smith. She was beginning to figure it out. "His father, black eyes, please explain...I didn't forget about the question, you weren't so subtle in dodging it." she replied with a wry smile.

The bald man laughed slightly.

"Maybe I wasn't subtle on purpose. I'm not here to make things worse. You could rather picture me as a guide."

He waved his hands around.

"I don't really like the idea of people spending their eternity here."

He plunged his eyes in Rave's ones.

"And I never say anything by accident."

Ravelyn was slightly confused, and her mind began to pain her slighltly, but she waved the pain away. She met her eyes, exhaling in a short breath, and Vaughn could sense the change of pace within her. "So then there is a way to get out of here?" she asked in a softer tone.

"When did my father pass by? Or have you met him elsewhere?" Vaughn asked suddenly.

"Wow, wow, wow! One qustion at a time please," Smith said with a warm smile, like a politician facing a thousand journalists. "Of course, there is a way out. Damn, you managed to get in here, didn't you?"

He turned at Vaughn.

"He came here... after he... you know. Well, not exactly... he passed through the Barrier and, then, he got here. Then he decided where he wanted to go. Just as you have to."

"To go..." Rave asked. "back? Possibly?" She asked. She looked at Vaughn, and smirked slightly. "I've always wanted to meet your parents, but your father seems to be the elusive one if I am hearing this correctly." A warm smile crossed her face toward him. There is a way...out of everything Vaughn..

"Where did he go?" Vaughn asked.

Smith sighted.

"I guess I could tell you one question at a time all day long that you would never comply, would you? Anyway... there are dozens of way out. It all depends on you actually. Your father chose the most difficult road. Seemed like he felt like paying for his sins or something like that. Had lots to do with you actually."

Vaughn seemed to collapse for half a second but managed to stand still.

She paused for a moment...feeling the emotion within Vaughn, she decided it best to get answers later, and worry about him now. She seemed to stready him, if but for a moment. "Are you alright?" she whispered softly to him.

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Je déteste mon ordinateur. (sp?)

"Yes... yes... I'll be all right," he whispered.

He took a firm expression and faced Smith.

"What is this road you're talking about?"

Smith looked at him then at Rave.

"You love this man?" he asked.

Rave did not need to think about the answer. "With all my heart," she replied. She looked at Smith, and in her eyes was the reaffirmation of her words.

"Then convince him not to follow that path," Smith told her with a pleading look.

Vaughn sighted.

"I have enough of your riddles. Now tell me where he's gone. TELL ME NOW."

"Vaughn," she looked toward him, her eyes softening for the man that stood before her. "I don't wish you to take that path, but if that is what your heart is set to do...then that is my path as well." She looked toward Smith, knowing that Vaughn would not heed his words, she repeated. "Which one did he take?"

Smith trembled slightly.

"He went to meet the boss," he said with a clear emotion. "I have no idea what happened to him after that."

"He's alive," she replied, clarity returning to her mind. "I saw him... he came to me when I was kidnapped and put on trial..." she paused, realizing she hadn't told him of that. "..long story" she saved herself the explanation. "He was looking for you...."
She looked at Smith desperately. "Show me the way."

"No," Smith said firmly. "You have to find the way by yourself."

Vaughn stared at him and got back at Rave. He was so confused his face was barely recognizable. His eyes were blinking and Rave could feel Zacharian wanted to get out. Now.

"Alive... you... saw him? When? Why? I..."

A convulsion and his body bent like a torn piece of paper.

"You had died...I couldn't tell you...I tried to. Beleive me I did. Every day I tried to reach you...but I couldn't... He tried to help me break free...but in the end it lead me going through a confession...basically all your sins set on killing you. No one survived it but inquizitors...and myself. It's a long story. He's alright...and very much alive, but I only saw him briefly..." her thoughts were jumbled.
"Vaughn..."She watched him convulse, and quickly steadied him with what strength she possessed, knowing full well that in this world, Zacharian would be stronger than her. She still had to try, and she did not forget the last time she tried to stop him. She looked at her arm momentarily. Worth any risk.. she thought to herself.

His movements were erratic. His neck seemed to crack. And it suddenly stopped. He stood back up. His eyes were full black and his expression was cold and frightening.

"All right, little man," he said to Smith with a neutral tone. "You wouldn't like me to make you speak, so you'd better volunteer."

He turned at Rave.

"Hello, honey. Gorgeous... If only I had time, I could take these clothes of yourse off."

He smiled while turning back at Smith. The bald man had disapear.

"Great," Zacharian muttered to himself.

"You have time now," she replied softly, then quickly got back to her senses. Smith, she thought to herself. If he could read his mind, he could read hers. Please...come back... She looked at Zacharian, her eyes softening for Vaughn. She sighed almost inaudibly.

"God damnit!" Zacharian said along with other curse words. "No Dark Path, no telepathy, no elemental energy. I hate this place."

He turned around himself and his look finally fell onto Rave. He passed his hand onto her face into an unexpectedly tender gesture.

"You know who the boss is, don't you?"

She was suprised at his gesture, as Vaughn's other side had usually been more violent. She bit her lip slightly, and looked to him. "I....I have a good idea...though as eloquent as I am, words are not enough to explain it."

Zacharian kissed her gently and passed his hand through her hair.

"You're definitly the closest thing from perfection," he whispered to himself. "Don't worry, just try and explain me."

Ravelyn closed her eyes as he kissed her. She looked up to him, and took a breath. How to explain this... "The boss, as Smith put it, maintains the order here...or created the order here. I'm here for a reason as are you...we're all pawns in this twisted world."

"We're all pawns on Earth too," he replied with a slight laugh. "But what is He? Bright side? Dark side? Grey like dirty snow? But, look at you, you seem so anxious. Am I scaring you or what?"

Am I scaring you or what?" he asked her.

"No," she said softly, but that was clearly a lie. He knew the infliction of her voice too well.

"He could be good, bad, or both..." she replied. "It really depends on you."

Zacharian looked vexed.

"So I'm scaring," he said as if this was far more important than her last sentence. "You realize Vaughn and I are the same person? Damn, I never thought this ersatz would be preferred. Wasn't part of the plan. At all."

He looked at the sky.

"Depends on me, you say. Well, Given my luck these past centuries, I'd say He'll turn evil on me, most likely."

She looked at him, placing her hand upon his face. "You're not that scary..." she replied with a wry smile. "Startling at first I admit. I do realize your the same person, if I didn't, then chances are I wouldn't be as calm as I am right now." she smiled softly.
"So is that the path we walk on?" she looked at him reassuringly. "I always liked challenges." she teased him slightly with her tone of voice.

He smiled at her.

"Well, I'd very much like to walk a path... if only I had any idea how to get on it."

His expression darkened.

"I really wonder what my father has got himself into."

"Let's worry about him when and if we get out of this mess...and wonder what we've gotten ourselves into...this place may hold more than it is first thought, laying latent in the depths, and most likely on the path." she spoke softly, naturally trying to lighten the mood.

Zacharian's eyes grew thiner.

"I wonder if my mother was with him. I wonder what happened to her. Smith didn't talk about her, at all."

"I know nothing of her," she replied. "Other than what you had told me before." she looked at the wasteland before her. Even the sky was grey. She looked around unnervingly. "Come on," she said softly. "Let's go...if I'm right, I have a feeling that the path will find us."

He followed her, laughing out loud.

"Yeah, it's probably with reasonings like this that we ended up here anyway!"

"I don't have an excuse for dying other than that if I hadn't have gone into hell to bind Mephisto, he would have been set free and kill everyone." She continued casually..."And did you know we have a daughter?" she asked shooting him a smile.

"WE WHAT?!?" O_o

(I love those reactions)

Ravelyn laughed, and nodded her head to herself, then looked to him. "We have a daughter." she repeated. "When you died, my tear...and then there was this light...and the shadows were gone. Then Azerdat turned phrophetic, and she is the result of our love. You always liked the name Sarah..." she smiled slightly. "Though I wish we had a chance to make her..." she laughed to herself.

Zacharian didn't talk at first. He walked, silent, for some seconds.

"That can't be," he muttered finally. "Sarah... It's unexpected."

Contradictory feeling were fighting onto his face. In the end, a calm and neutral expression took the advantage.

"Well. Looks a lot like how my sister came to life actually. Never told you about that have I?"

"No," she said lightly. "No, you haven't....tell me." she said, persisting. Her crimson eyes flicked up to him. "Because I would love to know how a child was created between us without the making of one..."

"Well, the situation is different, of course. But there are similarities. You see, my parents, they wanted a child. One day, a powerful warrior, from a now extinct group of vampire hunters, the lizard order or something. Anyway, this warrior found my father and was defeated. My father convinced my mother the man's soul could be used as a host for a child. So they began to dig into very ancient elvish books and found a way to mix their essences. During all the process, they were both picturing, even dreaming at night, of the child they wanted. Surprisingly, they dreamt of nearly the exact same being: an elvish girl looking much alike my mother. Anyway, they finally managed to so what they wanted to. They let the process go and went to sleep as they were awfully exhausted. When they woke up, I was there... but not alone. My sister was by my side. My mother was convinced it was because of their dreams."

Dreams? I admit I dreamed of the process...but that is hardly the same thing... She laughed to herself, her words unheard. "Well, that's one way to solve it..." she looked around, a path to the right, and one to the left... "Erm....which one?"

"Oh Well, let's go left. Anyway, that doesn't solve anything. I admit, sometimes, I feel like Elaïne is not real... if you see what I mean. After having seen what she's capable of. I mean... oh well... what does our daughter look like?"

"She's beautiful," Ravelyn replied softly. "She has my charisma and my stubborness, and your cynical tone sometimes...and your eyes.." she looked up to him, with a smile upon her face. "My lips..."

Zacharian was preparing to answer when he spotted someone on their way. A woman. Blond hair going down to her feet it seemed. Blue eyes. She was sat on a broken bench. Something etheral was emanating from her.

"What the..."

Ravelyn looked to him, but then was starteled by someone. There was a woman, sitting on a broken bench. Reminds me of Genesis.... she thought to herself, and stepped toward her. "Hello," she said to her, her crimson eyes looking over the woman as if she had known her all her life.

The woman looked up at them, smiled warmly then looked back down. She seemed to be reading something, though the book were not to be seen.

Ravelyn's observant eyes picked up her expression. "What are you reading," she asked, stepping closer, glancing out of the corner of her eye at Zacharian.

"The story of your life, Ravelyn Shentavo," the woman replied in a soft murmur without having looked at Rave.

"Is it a good read?" she asked, with a smile, intrigued by the woman.

"Not really," the woman replied with the same etheral voice. "not really."

Rave looked by her side. Zacharian had disapeared.

"Hmm...that's what I was expecting..." she said, not suprised at all at the answer. She looked to her side, and Zacharian had vanished. She looked to the woman, a quickening in her eyes. "Where did he go?" she asked, afraid of the answer.

"His path separated from yourse. You should be glad you even had a chance to see him again."

She closed the book in a slow gesture and looked intensely at Rave.

"Now, what will I do with you?"

What's mine is yours, and what's yours is mine. she thought to herself. "Damnit..." she said softly. She wanted to break away from this...to be with him...even if it cost her everything. "I'm not sure. I think it would be up to you. May I inquire is his path the same as his fathers?"

"It should be easier for him. He was far more dedicated than his father at the same age. I think he'll manage to find me eventually. You, on the other hand... I really don't know. But I never turn my back at those who have served me."

Rave's eyes went wide, suprised. She was beginning to fit together the puzzle. "You knew me as Azrael, didn't you? You knew me as a seraph..." she could hadly speak for a few moments. "What are the options that are laid before you?" she asked softly.

"Well, the options are before you. On one hand you're an expression of pure darkness, on another you're as bright as the purest. You are the paradox. I just sent someone to save you when necessary and then I watched you. I wanted to see if you would fight evil for the good reasons."

She paused.

"Honestly, I don't know what to think."

"Well," she replied. "I can't tell you what to think. Generally I tend to be of a lighter alignment...I was able to control the mixed bloodlines you see...keep the balance within me for a long while. But there still remained something dark in me...that I couldn't get rid of. I tried, but it was part of me. Pure darkness, I can not be sure of. Yes, I am half vampire, though I do not have to tell you that...but pure darkness is not capable of love. For love is the greatest light there can be." she said. "I'm done with my miniature rant... so I'm a paradox?" she said. "That's a new title." she replied to herself with a laugh. "What can I do?"

"Well," she replied. "I can't tell you what to think. Generally I tend to be of a lighter alignment...I was able to control the mixed bloodlines you see...keep the balance within me for a long while. But there still remained something dark in me...that I couldn't get rid of. I tried, but it was part of me. Pure darkness, I can not be sure of. Yes, I am half vampire, though I do not have to tell you that...but pure darkness is not capable of love. For love is the greatest light there can be." she said. "I'm done with my miniature rant... so I'm a paradox?" she said. "That's a new title." she replied to herself with a laugh. "What can I do?"

"Love..." the woman muttered. "Love is a two sided blade. So many beings mix love with passion or desire. You want, you breed and then... Sometimes love can bring far worse endings than hatred. I don't think you realize what you left to human beings when you died. Descendants. I can't say I look at them with the same forgiving attitude as I look at you."

She grinned slightly.

"What can you do? You ask. What are you ready to do? And more importantly, why?"

"I know..two of them..." she replied lightly. "One possessing more control than the other. And the first was not my choice." she looked at the woman, a slight tinge of a hurt expression in her eye. "I am ready for whatever is placed before me....do you like the name Sage?" she said out of the blue.

"In need for some wisdom?" the woman replied with a smile. "I'm not sure you're ready for what you will face. I do hope I won't have to test you after that. Only time will tell."

The scene seemed to fade away. Then came... the dark.

(ooc: ;) )

(ooc: :?: lol)
IC:

"I am ready for all you put before me..." she replied again as the scene faded into darkness. "Great. Darkness. Scary for a vampire." she replied sarcastically. "Bloody hell..." she looked around, her crimson eyes reflecting an unseen light so that she had the possibility of seeing. "it's ironic, I was afraid of the dark as a child...."

(ooc: welcome inside Sage's body :P up to you for the description ;) )

"Wha?" she said, blinking her eyes open.
"Sage are you alright?" A figure came into veiw. He had white hair, and his eyes were red. He picked the girl up into his arms.
"Yes...fine..who are you?" she asked.
"Dante..." he replied suprised. "You're brother..."
"Right..."
"Don't you remember?"
"Nothing...I remember nothing..."

For a description:
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from left to right: Dante, Sage, Genesis, and (seth)

cut to the new girl thread. ( :D though I'd like to know what happens to Vaughn... :cry: )

"( :D though I'd like to know what happens to Vaughn... :cry: )
(ooc: later and in another RP. Everything will get explained with the right timing ;) )

(ooc: You tease! :P )

Argh...this tension! *snatches at his chest* My heart! *nearly dies of a heart-attack* (and I'm not even involved!!!)

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Bump for Outer Purgatory because I want to continue with Riccar (last post on top of page 9)

Argh...this tension! *snatches at his chest* My heart! *nearly dies of a heart-attack*
*almost dies of a heart attack, until further realization that it's not beating. *sighs* ugh..false alarm*