A Cruel Fate

[KC11]

KC11 finally put down the final wrench and looked at her handywork.

"Feew!" she said, wiping her brow.

In front of her, standing in all its glory, stood a time machien.

It wasn't really much. More of some sort of two person pod made of clay, but KC was proud of it all the same.

"Lets just hope it works." she said as she climbed into the pod.

***

Blackstar, Dojo, 37 AB

Smoke. Gases. People being ushered into air cars quickly. Fights breaking out in the street, with no one stopping them. People sticking bananas up others noses.

Dojo has gone bad.

KC11's time machien appeared in the mist of this, and she gasped in horror. She started to back into the time machien, but it suddenly broke.

However, when the time machien broke, it created a warp in the year 2007, present day, just at the spot that KC left. This warp would suck in anyone who was near it....

KC stumbled and looked about. Why had Dojo gone so bad? What had happened?

And then she began to feel a chill in the air. An unatural chill. A chill of forboding.

She had a feeling that something, or more, someone was missing.

Everyone was insane, but they weren't really in check.

And then KC began to relize...

"No.... no no no no!" she said.

She ran off, away from the crowds, frightened, angry. How was it that it died? Or went away?

She ended up in a graveyard, and she stumbled over a small tombstone and landed in the dirt right in front of another one.

She looked up....


KC11
7 BB- 25 AB
Rest In Peace


"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" she screamed.

***

Okay, this is an RP where everyone else starts off in either the year 5 or 37. In the year 37, Dojo has gone bad because.... well, KC11 is really the only person who knows (no, it's not because I'm dead. )

If you start off in the year 5, you will get sucked into the warp that KC's time machien left behind. If you start in the year 37, well, do what you like. But chances are, you will discover KC11 soon enough...

(PS: If anyone can tell me what year it really is in Blackstar [because, well, I don't think I was born before blackstar, even in IC terms] please tell me. I'm just sorta guessing on the years.)

[3kul]

((So this is about 5 or so years before the first Concordat invasion?

Going by real time is a bit confusing, maybe it'd be easier if you could go by Blackstar time? You don't have to of course, but with these futuristic threads it can be a bit confusing for others (and myself ), referring to the universal Blackstar timeline would make things a bit easier.))

[KC11]

(Oh...

But the first war was 21 years after... oh....

*edits*))

[TheBlackSoul]

Lunagon was hunting in his favorite spot in the Evergreen Glades.

For some reason, he was un-nerved. It felt like-somebody activated a time-warp of sorts.

For now, he just shrugged that feeling off-getting food was more important.

[3kul]

((Woah, KC, you lived to be over 160 in Blackstar years As I pointed out in that thread, Blackstar time can get to be a little confusing with ages (HE's supposed to be about 20, but he first appeared at about 4BB or so, which makes him less than 10 years old ).

By my own guess, I'd say that the current year is somewhere between 3 - 6 AB, given that the second Corporate War (2 AB) is over and a few other major events have happened since then. But if you want a much more accurate time, ask Goron, he's the one who came up with the original timeline so he would probably be able to come up with a reasonable update to it.))

"Quiet please."

A small cat dressed in a casual blue suit was looking directly towards KC, though he was sitting next to another grave. If KC were to look closer, she'd see that unlike normal cats his tail was split into two, though he didn't see too bothered about it. "I try to pray here." Even though his english was broken he believed that the meaning he conveyed was clear, he didn't appreciate the loud 'no's of KC interrupting his prayers.

The grave he was next to had several sticks of incense surrounding it, giving it a bizarre smell that was enough to make most people want to retch, though the cat seemed fine with it. The grave itself was very plain and rough, as though whoever made the grave didn't have much of an idea as to what they were doing, and there were only a few markings on it:

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15 AB
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The lines down the bottom didn't appear to have any meaning, though the cat now stabbed into the grave with a dagger, adding a third line. The dagger itself became visible as he withdrew it, the menacing warmth that it exuded along with it's red gleam unmistakably the same as the sacred relic of the Southern Desert, the Ruby Dagger. Why a weird cat had such a powerful item was a mystery, as he didn't seem to be holding it in much reverance. Perhaps he had no idea as to what it truly was?

Twirling the dagger in his hand, the cat stabbed it into his back. This seemingly suicidal action looked quite painful, though the cat barely even flinched, and didn't lose any blood from it. Bowing it's head one final time, the cat stood up to leave.

"I go now. You scream as much you like, but not smart to make much noise here." He peered over to the grave that KC was next to. "Kay-Cee One One... I not know them, but I sorry for your loss." It was hard to say if he really had no idea who KC was or if he just wasn't very good at reading, either way he seemed keen to put a bit of distance between himself and KC before she started screaming like a maniac again.

[KC11]

(Actually, I'm 12 in present time, so if I had lived up to 37 AB, then I would have been.... I'd say 25 or so. But I died earlier...)

KC looked at the "cat" which was just walking off, then she said indignatly "It's Kay Cee Eleven, you dolt." She had never liked being called "Kay Cee One one". "And if you haven't noticed, I've just found out that I will die before I reach the age of 25, so it is natural for me to be upset!"

[3kul]

((Um, why correct Caton when that was what he said? ))

The cat turned back, looking at her with great disdain. He knew his english was bad, but he didn't really like being chastised about it when he'd said nothing wrong. "That what I said, you deaf?" This seemed to be one of those people who craved attention simply for the sake of it, not the kind of person Caton especially enjoyed associating with. But still, one had to show a little patience to those in a graveyard, more often than not they were not entirely themselves. Grief can make people act in strange ways.

"You still alive now, 25 not bad. I die at 13 - not long life, but not short. Death not end, maybe someone fix you like me." His broken english prevented Caton from making his point clear, making him curse his inability to express himself in the complex language that was English. In his defense though, telling somebody that he was ressurected and then transformed into a more powerful version of himself with the aid of a magic alien, a monkey with god-like abilities and an ancient relic wasn't exactly the easiest thing to say. He hadn't made the connection that KC was talking about her own grave either, possibly due to the fact that her math was off ((7BB - 25 AB would make you 32, KC )) but much more likely because it was a pretty bizarre kind of situation - not many people can be found screaming at their own graves.

His ears suddenly pricked up as though he'd heard something, and he began to look about anxiously. "You be quiet now, I not like to be seen." He hissed at KC, carefully crouching behind a nearby grave. He was very annoyed with this person now - this was meant to be a quite trip to the graveyard, he wasn't really in the mood to fight.

((It's your RP KC, so it's up to you if anything actually comes along or not, I just thought that this might make things a bit more interesting ))

[Swix]

A young girl, no more than four feet tall and not likely to grow any bigger anytime soon had the misfortune to be walking close to where KC11 had just left the 'present time'. As a result and before she could do anything other than widen her silver eyes at the hole in space-time the young girl was pulled through.

In the future and in the apparently ruined city the girl landed in a heap, her long silver hair a mess and silver feathers scattered about on the floor. See, the girl looked almost human, except for some very interesting differences. Her eyes and hair were silver, and sprouting from her back were a pair of small avian wings with silver feathers. The other thing was she did not have one, but two pairs of arms, and both sets were used to push herself up off the ground as she scanned the area with her silver eyes. Paola didn't like what she saw here, at all. So she stood up and immediately opened her silver wings before hurriedly taking off.

[TheBlackSoul]

After a couple hours of searching, Lunagon had pretty much given up looking for wild prey, which he preferred. Finding a good place to rest, he sat down-right next to the warp KC11 had created.

Before he knew it, he was in some weird, mostly ruined city lying flat on his back. And the Night Slasher-one of Lunagon's 3 weapons-suddenly fell out of nowhere and landed, blade in the ground, about 5 inches away from his neck.

Getting up, several questions popped into his mind: first off, what happened? That question was fairly easily answered-he had been pulled through that time warp he had felt being created earlier.

Second question-what was the Night Slasher doing out of its scabbard? That was also quickly answered-Lunagon assumed it had slid out during the warp ride. Regardless, since in this place, somebody might as well pick it up and use it to kill somebody-maybe him-so he picked up the weapon and quickly sheathed.

And the final question:
How the heck was he going to get back to the present day and out of this seemingly future hell?

That final question was for now unanswerable, but he planned on getting an answer. Now, the task at hand was finding somebody else in this place that didn't view the half-vampire as a threat.

[Swix]

Paolas eyes scanned the ground as she flew, there was something so... wrong here but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Or it might have had something to do with the fact that tears were streaming down her face, as she had no idea where she was and a bustling city was a far cry from the forests and plains where she'd grown up.

As she flew Paola wiped her eyes with one of her arms, what if her mother or father saw her being so weak like this? What would they think of her? She was supposed to be strong. Paola gritted her teeth and kept going.

Of course, when you're the runt in the family being strong in your mind and determination was one thing, but being strong in the physical aspect was quite another, so Paola soon found her small wings tiring.

Paola brought her wings towards her to dive onto the ground before they tired too much, and clumsily landed in a wide open area with lots of carved stones scattered about. She had not yet learned how to read, so a place such as this puzzled her. She had no idea she was in a graveyard.

[Leporidae]

((Sorry, long read :/))

Leporidae, taking a long journey around the Dojo, was sucked in when she was passing by the portal. The chaos made her grin just a little, but the loss of the wild made her not very happy at all. As much as she was addicted to seeing blood, Lep would rather have some take place in a forest then a bunch in a destructive city. She would have to move on and explore, in that case. The people who were from her time started to head to the graveyard, so she followed her way there . . .

The stones were strange to her. She could smell dead bodies nearby. Why would anyone hide perfectly good meals under weird rocks? She ran to the freshest tombstone, hungry as she already was, and began to dug it up.

The glased-over eyes of a Rabicat stared into her face. It's scent was familiar to her. Very familier to her. The corpse had began rotting a few months ago from the looks of it. A bullet wound was seated in the chest. This Rabicat died from a gunshot wound to the heart.

Leporidae dropped the body in shock. She just stared at the body . . . not dare blinking. It took her a few minuets to think. Lep was unsure at first, but she came to her senses soon.

"Hehe . . . heheheheheh. Heheheheh! . . . HAHAHA!"

Her fur started to go darker and duller, turning to dark navy with a almost-black green. The glow in her eyes went away, but came back with more power.

"BWAHAHAHAHA! I'M IMMORTAL! IMMORTAL!"

She pointed accusingly at everyone. Her mind was going and what little sense she had before is now gone.

"I CAN'T DIE! I LIVE! YOU DIE! HA HAHAHAHAHA!"

She began to knaw on the neck of the poor corpse. Not enough to break it , but also not enough to get back to normal.

"I . . . AM . . . AWESOME!"

She yelled. She chewed harder, then began shaking the corpse around by her teeth like some kind of wild beast. Standing up, still with the corpse in her mouth, she began to attempt to push down the tombstones with her feet.

"HAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHA!"

Leporidae is out of control. You can tell it by the wounds in her future self's corpse.

((Naw, I'm not sure if Lep dies from a bullet wound or what if she ever dose. Think of this as a possibility. However, her reaction is definitly going to be the reaction she has when she finds out she's dead.))

[TheBlackSoul]

Lunagon got up quickly, and after some decision, decided to faze-it was more steathly than walking, and it took less time. The only drawback was sometimes he wasn't able to use it.

This time, the ability was agreeable. He reappeared in a graveyard, which to him was one of the most un-nerving places to be.
Especially when there was a half-insane rabicat screaming about immortallity nearby where he had fazed.

He ran off, clutching the Staff of Darkness as tightly as he could.

[KC11]

KC looked up to see the shadow of a person approching. She didn't want to have to deal with this person. She slunk away from the graveyard, looking about with shifty eyes.

TRIP! She tripped over her own gravestone. She was so upset that she dug into the ground with her claws. Dirt flew everywhere, and when her anger spasm was over, she was looking at her own dead body.

Her eyes were open and glassy. She was in her soft human form. KC looked at herself, and gasped when she saw a wound going into her chest.

Still in the wound was a knife. KC carefully picked it out and looked at it. Engraved in the knife were the words "KC8"

"KC8... my own sister... killed me?"