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Post by Reyna on Jan 3, 2011 10:07:50 GMT -5
Isn't this lovely... First unconcious for a few days... now I am here... Suprised with the amount of people that have fallen that I do not have more company... I wonder where everyone is? - Gadget looked around the grey oblivion that was the Limbo curious what this place contained... The akward swirling of the grey energies pulsated with dead magics, then suddenly flared up with the magics of life... This was the resting place of the middle ground - So... I wonder what I can do here... There are walls... and I still have my spells. perhaps I can continue my research. - Holding her staff, which somehow traveled with her to this akward plane of exhistance she whispered the spell of flame... Now having light in the darkness she could see the various scratches and marks on the walls that stated the length of time that those before her had been here... Slowly losing their soul for eternity.. or erupting into madness - Alright then... first things first... Prioritise.. This is the smoothest of the walls so it will be my note board... the rocky area over there will be problamatic... I wonder if I could smooth it out as well. At some point I am sure I will need it... - using the spells of lightning she began etching into the wall the circles of magic and their connections with one another. The eight primes. Attatched to each of the primes she drew a line connecting them to another more inner circle... the Vaults... - Something has to be in the center... something controlling the encasement of the weave... hmm... - she put a circle int he middle of the smaller circle.. drawing a line from the vaults to it... To her amazement the land of Istal, in its own logical way had created its own massive magical spell circle, each of the elements adjoined at the center - This must be the spire that bald mage was talking about. Thieving the energies of the weave from it... Now what is keeping its energies in... or better yet, what is causing the energies to not flow out into onto the island? Perhaps that stone I aquired has something to do with it, If I ever get out of here I will have to test some theorys. - she stood looking over this massive spell circle that was the island of ishtal curious about what lay ahead of the survivors and more so, what lay ahead of her. It would get boring here... quickly... and boredom is what would drive this woman insane...- --- Due to how much i love gadget and hopefully the fact that she might be brought back at some point, i feel its only fair to keep her Rping ^.^ Anyone else that has a character that would be comming back if the gateway was open that is in Limbo feel free to hop into this and Forum RP  -- |
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Post by Xan on Jan 4, 2011 3:56:29 GMT -5
// It's more likely Maka will be part of the team to open the gateway between realms, so I doubt Fitz will be returning with her sister. No reason not to RP her though.
While Gadget focused on her research, her theories, the energies of Limbo continued to ebb and flow in their usual manner... such that it likely went unnoticed when a small rift opened in the ceiling of Gadget's stony prison. With it came the violent screams and curses of a woman as she fell through from the rift, to the floor. A startled cry marked her impact with the hard ground.
"Gods d**n this cursed place!"
The dark-haired, wild-eyed elf struck the floor with her fist in anger, using the momentum to push disheveled self up to her feet. A quick look about the area and she turned to Gadget.
"Oh great, another a illusion. Who in the hells and abyss are you supposed to be?"
She set her hands on her hips, fuming.
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Post by Reyna on Jan 4, 2011 9:24:32 GMT -5
Ehh... Oh another person, lovely, someone to keep me company.
- Gadget turned around to see the disheveled look of her Post apocolyptic bulldog of a sister - OH!! Fitz! ... wait... why are you here? I always assumed you'd be going erm... a little lower? You know... to the warmer place? I found your body in the woods... Made sure the deaders couldn't turn you. How have you been? What have you been up to? You find a way to get out of this place that doesn't require people turning tail and running away? Also.. look what I can do!
- Gadget would flip her staff up and point it at one of the stalgmites, calling on the burst spell, blowing the rock into much smaller rocks -
Found it while trying to get the stone pieces to get you back... The Camp is err.. was doing well, that Maka woman is was a huge help. We even have a fountain that we are going to name Fountain of Zhecksoc.
There has to be a way out...
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Post by Xan on Jan 4, 2011 14:37:22 GMT -5
Slowly, Fitz's expression began to change from anger to confusion while Gadget continued to talk. As Gadget destroyed one of the stalagmites, Fitz brought her arm up to shield her face.
"The hell?!"
She stormed over to her, only to realize who she was as she drew near.
"W-Wait... Gadget? No... no, you ain't real. I'm not going anywhere with you!"
She looked about frantically for an escape. It took only moments to realize she was indeed trapped, at which point she plopped down heavily on a large, flat stone and folded her arms under her breasts with a huff. She stared at Gadget.
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Post by kennystardust on Jan 28, 2011 3:11:17 GMT -5
"Hmm, that was slightly more painful then I imagined it would be." The Moon Elf stands up slowly. "Well, this is disappointing. I don't even have my own room."
"Ah, Dear Maiden Maka, I did say we could have went back." He whirls his staff around slowly. "Well, I'll make the best of it all. Let me focus my thoughts about... ah...I need a clean place to sit." A chair appears out of no where and he sits down. "Ah-hah, so this is the inbetween world where all things belong when they are not conjured. I wonder if my childhood cat is here."
"Er, wait..." The elf contemplates. "I believe I read something about the idea of an existance that is smooshed between the realms of the d**ned and those of the sainted. If I let myself go with on thinking then I will not cease to be, thus I can keep control and continue. So what to focus on so I don't go insane, Ahhh... my death."
He pauses. "Now how did I die? Oh right, I was following that lovely elf down the streets of the slums, we banked into the alley ways because of several undead...and when we got out... hmm... ah yes, there was many zombies there too. Maka made it through, yes? ....Yes. Good she doesn't deserve to die, besides she needs to have children."
He begins to ponder. "Ah, right... I got grabbed by my foot because while they missed her, that action got me quite surrounded. Then there was alot of hitting and biting which was painful."
"Then I don't remember seeing anything more....." He taps his staff on the ground a few times. "Ah, but thats not it... I must have been between body and mind. Etheral.... I remember her saying something..."
"She told me to get up, then move." He laughs. "Oh my, I shouldn't laugh...." He frowns. "This place seems to hold onto emotions a bit more freely, probably because I lack said feeling."
"Poor dear, she must have been upset. Hm, I can't imagine her being too upset. Who am I anyway? Then again, the poor thing was just starting to get used to me and her mind merging through the natural link in the ring." He pauses. "Oh, dear.... wait... now that I have time to think about it. Humans give rings to other humans as a marriage proposal. I wonder if.... well, then she did ask me about children and consider wanting them. Then mentioned lack of men. By, Eldergrass, maybe we were married."
He stands. "Wait, no.... that doesn't make sense." He begins to pace around the room, ignoring any others in his presence for the time being. "There was no ceremony, no... Good then she shouldn't feel to terrible. She is not a widow then, Ah-hah." He points his staff up at the ceiling. "She is fine I am sure, I just remembered her explaining the devices they had obtained. Surely they will use their device to help me out of such a dull desolate and disturbingly dynamic d.... gah...running out of d words DART!.... Oh wait, it is DRAT!"
"What if they don't want to save me? Or what if they can't...?" He pauses, then laughs. "No, no that would not be so... they both loved me." He nods to himself. "Plus, if they don't save me they'll never get repayed for all the stuff they gave me.... God, I hope she moved my body. Or else I'll be a bloated snack."
"Errrrg.... stay on focus. There must be something I can. Eureka!" He sits back down, once again returning to talking to himself.
"I will focus on the Maiden Elves. That is the best course of action." He pauses. "In fact, I believe that it is not impossible to even learn more about them while I am sitting in this inbetween world. Let me see. Maiden Reyna is a rather talented healer who is no doubt --- oh boy, I hope she doesn't get upset with Maiden Maka for what happened. Ahhh.... I really will need to give her my sincerest apology and a large hug for this. I really must be causing her alot of greif... I mean she must have actually cared quite a deal about me as a person more then just a male elf - even though she simply seemed excited enough about me being an elf and a mage."
"Oh, this is making sense now. Why didn't I realise this at first!? Maiden Maka must want to use me for the sole purpose of producing a child." He raises his fist with a triumph of discovering a possible answer. "I am a moon elf, a mage, and had some decent weapons training. Combined with her ability to fight she may have intended to produce a super elf capable of handling several undead all by his or her self. Ah, she is much more obvservent and sneaky then I thought. The imp."
He still doesn't seem to care that there are other lost souls struggling to stay connected to the world. However, this story of his may also be helping them because it gives them something to think about rather then drift off into nothingness.
"Possibly Maiden Reyna wanted this too... probably would be to impolite to ask her if that is what she wanted." He pauses. "Oh, boy I think they deserve my help in producing a child for either one of them... I already owe them so very much. What better then a child?" For a breif moment he acknowledges some of the people that are also with him desperately clinging to his words. "You all agree, I bet. Ah-hah. I will be sure that once I am out I will tell Maiden Maka that she need not fear the question and that I would have no problem what-so ever in giving her the chance to be a mother. She can then ask Maiden Reyna if she would, I suppose."
"Oh dear, this could be complicated. I wonder if it would be inappropriate if I asked them both... but then it could be a problem if I offered one. That is a complex problem. Come now, think about it logically. The women will ask you if they really feel the desire to mate with you. Then again, they could be shy."
"So now, I am in the realm of inbetween and cannot wait to get out to say my sorries to them for making them so worried. Never fear, I will not lose my connection. I have way to much to look forward to now, ladies. Like protecting the last pure elven beauties around." He pauses and looks at the others. "Okay, so assuming everyone else doesn't forget themselves and poof out of the grasps. Let me tell you all a little story... the story of an elf."
"Her name was --- Macia'lah. She was a very young elf when she was traded to a group of people that had the capabilities to keep her safe. Something her parents were unable to do because they were lowly elves in a very human colony. And she ---" He continues to tell this story further, some souls manage to hold on for now, while some still drift away not even capable of making sense of the language any more.
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Post by Reyna on Jan 28, 2011 9:24:34 GMT -5
Really.... Could you please keep it down over there? I am trying to work?
-The glow of various arcane runes seemed to keep the two women who were in the small circle stable while the others in limbo shimmered in and our of exhistance-
-A large circle containing eight smaller circles connected to a single circle in the middle glowed with arcane elemental energies. The woman looked ragged, her hair in dissaray. The woman next to her could easily be confused as a man, if it wasn't for her chest and the hair that was getting longer-
- The womans attention seems to go back to the circle-
Alright Fitz, my thought here is that each of the vaults is connected in some way or form, the powers course through the weave and allow the stablization of the energies that allow us to cast from the depleted fountain that is the spring of magic. Though we run into the issues of un-capping those fountains to allow them back into the land.
Currently they are sealed in, my theory is that the "Pleague" is not a pleague at all, but the mutation of the energies given by the weave. Those whose body could not contain the sudden change int he energies mutated or fell into a eternal stupor. Many of us who have been able to control our own connection tot he weave are fine, hence to say we were immune, until blood contact is made... perhaps weakening our system to the attacks of the malitious mana?
Back to the theory...
Toman said that he was able to pull from the spires well.. though it was ust for him, this was dangeorus and to his credit he said he almost killed the entire fort, then got pissy when we estabished his greed.
If we were to find a way to uncap the vaults and allow their enegries back itntot he land perhaps the land would heal itself to a point to un-wind the broken weave and stop the further propogation of the "Pleague"
We had a couple of the shards needed to open the spire, at least that was Toman's guess... Not only that but I am sure Maka is hard at work gaining allies and fortification of the ravine to ensure that when needed we will have people to aide int he endeavor of opening the founts to allow the magics to return to normal...
So much work to be done, and so little material to do it with here Sister...
And we have a bard back there telling stories about his Lass's... wait,,,,
Mister... Did you Say you knew Maka?
- Her concentration wavered a moment as the circle around the two women shrank slightly- Dammit....
- She whispered the arcane words to pull upon the shadow that was the plane of limbo to warp and create the substance that was their stationary reality -
I really do Hate this place... So much work just to stay in one spot...
-The control circle flared outward giving them about another foot of space to work with as the shifting of the limbo around them continued-
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Post by kennystardust on Jan 28, 2011 9:42:18 GMT -5
He would have froze his conversation to the others. "Of course, I presume you are part of camp Gadget. Since you are not a male, I think it is safe to assume that you are Gadget of Gadget. Which is simply marvelous. This means that I have likely not gone insane yet, of course I could have and you could be an apparition to me. Though these are one of those times that science tends to be brush aside for -gut- feelings."
He tips his head forward, "Aiden Tel'vent. Small time elf wizard. I believe that Maka may have been collecting certain stones as a means to gather you back to the world possibly. However, I am unsure of how many spirits will be able to cross the void with her plan. So don't let yourself get to distracted with, er, your experiementing. I'd rather not be the only reason she bothered to collect eight stones. If that makes sense."
"What are you doing over there anyway?"
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Post by Reyna on Jan 28, 2011 9:50:38 GMT -5
- she chuckled a moment-
hmm Good to know the plane was not blocked by the last group that came through, it has been a-while since weve had company... and Aye your guess is correct, I am... Gadget of.. the erm... Gadget...
The experimennt is to see if we can maintain a stable place in limbo... It was stable when we first got here, but after a while ti begane ever shifting about.
As far as Maka bringing you and myself back, I beleieve witht his amount of time having passed.... actually, what year is it back in the living?
If Maka is securing a Artifact to open the portal to bring people back, then it will be when more fall, not just you or I, at least that is my thought...
I would offer you my hand but, this place lacks a proper bath, and since I have managed to stabalize some of the rolling limbo, i have gotten rather dirty... - she brushes the dust from her forhead with an arm -
But as nice as it is to have some company... stories of your lass's and their human living arrangements are uneeded... Rather not hear about My and Fitz's Childhood, thank you
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Post by kennystardust on Jan 28, 2011 11:42:04 GMT -5
The elf smirks. "Then I will sit here and keep my stories to myself, it is the only way I believe I will be able to keep myself stable in such a place. Carry on."
He literally sits there, obviously recanting the events of his last week before his death within his mind. His eyes seem fixiated on a false object that no one else seems to see. It is likely that he is compiling a mental image.
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Post by Xan on Jan 28, 2011 15:18:22 GMT -5
"Oh, this is making sense now. Why didn't I realise this at first!? Maiden Maka must want to use me for the sole purpose of producing a child." He raises his fist with a triumph of discovering a possible answer. "I am a moon elf, a mage, and had some decent weapons training. Combined with her ability to fight she may have intended to produce a super elf capable of handling several undead all by his or her self. Ah, she is much more obvservent and sneaky then I thought. The imp." // lmfao |
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Post by zDark Shadowz on Jan 28, 2011 21:33:50 GMT -5
"Oh, this is making sense now. Why didn't I realise this at first!? Maiden Maka must want to use me for the sole purpose of producing a child." He raises his fist with a triumph of discovering a possible answer. "I am a moon elf, a mage, and had some decent weapons training. Combined with her ability to fight she may have intended to produce a super elf capable of handling several undead all by his or her self. Ah, she is much more obvservent and sneaky then I thought. The imp." // lmfao // you wish, kenny |
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