LordPsycho
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 Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 9:55 pm Post subject: Interdimensional Incident. |
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((I'm posting this primer ahead of some more SMH involvement at the Dojo. Another trans-dimensional RP, I LOVE this concept!))
In the Realm of Starship Moonhawk
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Aurondarkload
*the Kingdom of Heaven, eternal daylight. heaven is comprised of islands beyond count, layered into seven mounting tiers, crystalline, almost rainbow-like bridges and shining silver chains of immense proportion connect the islands and a single, seemingly infinite stairway of lights links the seven realms of paradise together. each island is dotted with shining cities and preserves of natural beauty. an endless cover of clouds suspended over an equally infinite sea of holy water floats between the islands, an immaculate barrier against the forces of evil. from this sea, colossal angel statues rise above the clouds, the eternal, ever watchful sentinels of utopia. on the sixth layer of heaven, the Crusader's Bastion, the celestial equivalent of the pentagon, stands apart from its surroundings by its stern and forbidding fortifications and obvious military guard. ten legions of The Powers fly in endless circles around the bastion, watchful of all attack. a great green eye of flame floats above the building, signifying that the king is in his castle. though commandant of the divine order's legions and thus rightful lord of the crusader's bastion, Kelron rarely appears there personally, prefering to keep to his own citadel unless his leadership is needed here. standing in the command chamber of the bastion, Kelron watches as studiously working angels file away mountains of data streaming in from the temporal world, holographic screens quickly scrolling through technical information written in Celestial, two of the screens projecting different angled views of Psychotopia, and one displaying three dimensional images of Au'Marui and Fort.*
Kelron: we're getting all this from the residual dimensional memory of ONE rift?
Seraphim Colonel: yes sir. it would appear that the rift was created due to energy released by a conflict between these two beings. the one on your left seems to be some form of immortal, we have less information on his apparent rival.
Kelron: and this rift? where is it?
Seraphim Colonel: reports indicate Metropolis, sir.
*Kelron sighs in annoyance.*
Kelron: is it ever anywhere else? that place is a hazard. has this information been compartmentalized as I ordered?
Seraphim Colonel: yes sir, priority one Need To Know with standing orders to the fates to cut any thread that becomes destined to betray the gag order.
Kelron: excellent. I do not want Baegan learning of this until I'm ready.
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AmadisAnguianoII
"oh to to to.." came a disembodies voice as The Serpent King materialized out of mist and floating sea foam behind Kelron. he wore.. for some reason.. a pale teal kimono with snakes and flowers covering it in gold embroidery. it was of course far too low cut to show off his chest, being the vain creature he is. Venom was holstered at his side, and pale blue sunglasses far too small for his eyes (a-la John Lennon and elton john, of course) sat at the lowest bridge of his nose.
"That'll be unnecessary. Kelron-sama, i'm sure our glass-eyed friend already is well aware. he CAN see into the near future, after all. i propose that we send.. an envoy to this young dimension, establish goodwill and faith and all that sssssstuf. matters of this caliber require a cool gentle hand, yes? " he removed a snakeskin document case from the inside of his kimono and held it out to kelron. "I have already hammered out the details, yes?"
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Aurondarklord
Kelron: goodwill and faith? you're kidding, right? this place sounds like The Creator had an off day or six. if Baegan is going to be an issue, we're going to have recondition the whole dimension. I'll not lose another to him. not after that cock up last century. he's planning something big, I can feel it...
*he mused to himself as he read over the document that TSK had provided.*
Kelron: Orm? he's inefficient and fools around too much, not to mention doesn't know the first thing about reality reclamation. I'll have one of my operatives task the place.
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AmadisAnguianoII
"Mew?" came from one of Kelron's coat pockets, "You're being hasty again Lord Kelron..." muffled through the arch-god's garments.
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Aurondarklord
*Kelron laughed a little, even he thought this was adorable. he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the tiny kitten Numi, holding her between his thumb and forefinger by the scruff of her neck.*
Kelron: haste may be the most relevant factor here Numi. if Jack is right, we may have as little as a matter of hours before Shot and Ale are dispatched to this world. if they've got gods being...dethroned and replaced and bickering with mortal organizations over there...these are all signs of a weak and disorganized pantheon. one that can't guard its seal properly or doesn't even know about it, I'm looking at a timeframe of days at the most before Shot breaks their seal and Baegan eats the place for breakfast.
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Heavy Metal King
"I'm not suggesting... " he took a deep breath and let out a soothing hiss.
"Look, i know it's not what you want to hear, but you need to hear it. there's something to be said for the velvet glove, and for dimensional rights of solidarity. stopping the menace that Absynthe presents is important, yes, surely! but also important is preserving our own diety, and the purity of it. we are not tryant gods, we are not gods of war... that is... most of us aren't.
all your operative's going to tell you is exactly what you want to hear, we need to send envoys, not dragoon convoys. besides, not to be rude but, well... chop chop he's dead, operative or not. and we all know how good shot is with le chop chop... so we might as well send someone well qualified, someone with a lot of humanity someone... with a sense of humor.
Orm's that man, and not just because he fucks like a runaway train! but because he's a very empathetic and lovable man... provided nobody mentions... the 'A' name... sss..."
TSK regained his composure, brushing back his hair.
"Well im not saying we quest him. we hire him. make it a job. as a mercenary he's top of the pops! just read his customer testimonials online, he's VERY good at doing things for money! besides,, i'd go along, keep him in check, ya?" |
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