Kemios continues snoring in response to Mathias's questions.

"no, god dangit. im busy." i say to the strange man while i patch up the dragons eye. the dragon then flies off. "why would i care? its not like its of much importance.." i say as i walk out of the cave.

"What if I say some of them were caused by a semi-explotion and nature's own napalm?" Mathias responded.

"that makes sense how dude?" i ask as i walk twords the distant volcano.

"I was grilling marshmallows." Mathias said, following.

"and why in thw world would you grill a marshmellow? dont you roast em? and anyways... how did a campfire explode?" i ask to the strange man still following me. the volcano is a bit closer.

"Yeah, rosting then. Anyways the fire didn't explode, my marshmallow did since I got it so hot that the sugar started boiling. Also at the time I wore nothing but a swimsuit."

"you mind telling me how im going to beleive that?" i ask, shaking m head at the stories of the man. the volcano is closer.

"i have evidence, small dot-like scars on my right arm, on my torso and on my left thigh."

 

(Do note that I'm basing my character of myself.)

"those could have come from being emo, and stabbing yourself with pins. not buying thw whole, explodin marshmallow. and why wear only a bathing suit.. in fornt of a fire? unless you wish to sound stupid, stop naow." upon saying this, i dissapear. i end up back at the volcanic castle at the volcano.

Just as the man vanishes Mathias sais; "I was camping by a lake, enough said."

 

(It's true, and the only scar I've made myself is the heart.)

(My characters need more sue points lol. And dammit Vixion, you make a thread and leave me to hang in it, lol)

(fine, but dude.. exploding marshmellows? thats not realistic. i know its free form. but sugar melts, not explodes.

(Rocco, so far we've had:

Earth leading most people to a cave full of dragons

Iey's character trying to kill Vixion's character, and promptly being rescued by said character

Grim trying to kill just about everybody, then reforming.

My character getting his hands on a baby corrupted dragon named Joel.

Nex just generally warping everywhere and being an annoyance

Mather doing pretty much what Nex is doing, sans warping

Hex stumbling around drunk

Retech trying to shoot a dragon and hitting Earth instead

Icu going into ragemode about to kill some dragons, but he hasn't yet

My character going on a drunken rampage through the forest

 

And that's about it. For the storyline, supposedly there's some uber-evil guy called the Overseer who "hires" assassins and puts a crescent moon tattoo on their eyelids. Beyond that, I'm clueless.)

(Any rules on what characters should be like? In terms of magic, etc.?)

(Not really, although we'd appreciate it if you wouldn't pick something super-OP and destroy everything. Also, win-freak-ism is generally frowned upon as well.)

(In terms of rules, no killing other characters unless the owner consents.

Limits, not really, just no ZOMG I CANZ WIPE OUT 10 ppl on my own kinda crap.

There is a partial outline and small discussion on pages 13-14 I think.

If you're going to use more than one character, please use 3rd person point of view.

 

That pretty much covers what you need to know, any questions, ask. :) )

The man's body suddenly goes rigid in mid-sip.

"I have the strangest feeling... that someone, somewhere is talking about us... eh, probably just those lunatics over in 162. They know too much for their own good."

"I wholeheartedly agree."

The voice came abrubtly after several seconds of silence, but the man in the coat didn't so much as turn around to face the robed man, gleaming white to a degree unexplainable simply by the radiant hue of his garments.

"Hello, Galleus. Come to meddle in my affairs again?"

"Indeed," Galleus glances up, looking Nighleena in the eyes. A scythe carved with a pattern of flowing vines appears in his hand. "Though these are no longer your affairs alone, Cerentis."

 

(This is directed towards Iey)

Kemios woke up to see some psycho with a scythe standing over the tea party. He stood up, yawned, then leaned against the wall to see how it played out.

Joel woke up as well, and curled around Kemios's arm, as usual.

Despite the man in the white coat forcing her to gasp in surprise, Nighleena maintained her focus. "Step aside scoundrel, I don't make the same mistake twice."

 

After her spitfire words were spoken, she unlatched her Kusari-gama, spinning the spikeball slowly. Nighleena started to strafe to his left, watching him carefully as she calculated her approach.

Cerentis and Galleus both pause, turn to each other, and burst out laughing at Nighleena's tense and ready stance.

"You... *gasp* you thought Galleus was going to fight you? Haha, even you'd have a hell of a time with that!"

"Hah, I suppose my intent might be misinterpreted. After all, scythe blades held against one's neck is not a traditional greeting in this world." Galleus pauses, looking thoughtful. "Though, I do believe that's a prevalent custom in a province of Xandi, isn't it Cerentis? And then there's the Dusavi flesh-parting. Not that such a thing would be recommendable among humans."

"Galleus, you really must stop sneaking up on the mortals. Hell, you even scared Moth with that foolery!"

Galleus grins, and for the first time a wisp of hair nearly as white as the hood that obscured it is visible beyond the shadows obscuring his face.

"Yes, I remember that one quite well. The name 'Moth' seemed so much more appropriate after that. But, we are getting distracted."

Galleus turns towards Nighleena once more, and tosses the scythe gently towards her. Despite travelling slowly through the air, it seems to be spinning as though tossed end-over-end by a trebuchet as it reaches Nighleena and wraps itself around her weapon, having retained the scythe blade and vine patterns, though now with the proportions of a hand scythe and connected to a weighted chain.

Galleus' glow begins to fade, as does he, and as he drifts out of vision his voice is accompanied by a faint tolling of bells.

"Good luck to you Nighleena, Regretful Assassin, may the Blade of Roses serve you well."

 

(Hehe, and the score goes higher!)

Lelantos looks up for a second, and notices the fading figure. His eyes widen and he stumbles to his feet, straight into a sprint. He nearly trips in the process, and reaches out to the person fading. He begins to shout "Wait, you're one of them, aren't you!? The keepers!".

 

His arm outstretched, he catches his foot on the bottom of his coat and begins to fall forward, yelling while he does so "Wait, I need to talk to you!". He hits the ground as the person vanishes, his head remains bowed for what seems like forever, before he spins around and sits up again. His face has returned to it's default, completely shifted from the deathly serious look he had put on a second ago. He laughs to himself. "Hah... Guess today isn't my lucky day."

 

He quickly turns, and aknowledges the others being there, and he is suddenly shocked, as he did not realise anybody else was present in his blind panic to catch the person.

 

"Oh, er... That... That was nothing. Guy just looked funny, is all."

Deftly sidestepping the lunging man, Cerentis looks at him.

"Keepers? You've heard of us, then? Strange, especially for Galleus. This is the first time he's shown himself to your kind in quite some time."

 

(We could play this as a mutual misunderstanding, or a combining of storylines Ross. Either way, interesting link! And the term "Keepers" was actually something I had come up with beforehand.)

Kemios stood up straight. "danget, I'm bored with this," he bellowed out, grabbing his club in the process. "Anyone have anything that needs smashing?"

Lelantos swung around again, and leapt to his feet upon hearing the man talking to him. He said in a stuttery tone "I... I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about. Keepers? Pah, never heard of them."

 

He bowed his head and murmered something under his breath, directed at nobody; "Not like they made me this way or anything...", before rising and placing his hand in front of him, offering a handshake. "I'm Lelantos. How about you?"

 

(Combining of storylines sounds good.)

(Even with the added points im still under 17 >:])

 

Nighleena just stood there, dumbstruck by what just happened. She didn't look at her weapon afraid that the alteration made to it would render years of perfecting her Kusari-gama technique useless.

 

Those thoughts filling her mind, Nighleena looked down at her weapon. She was surprised to see the only change was the alteration made to the blade, dark red, rose-like patterns decorated the thick sickle blade. An alien power within it spooked her, sending chills crawling down her spine.

 

(I got the impression it fused with my Kusari-gama????)