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The Legendary Saviors! (RP)
Forum-Index → Roleplay → The Legendary Saviors! (RP)Clara sighed. She's worried, Sampo had been acting weirdly after she woke up...
There's something in her mind that was telling her that this Sampo was much different from the one she met quite a while ago. Maybe it was because she haven't seen him for quite a while...
"I can't spit it back out."
Off the corner of my eye, i see that some other people had gotten up and started talking with eachother. Might as well start to get to know them since its very likely we'll be stuck here for some time together. I got up and start to approach 4 figures. "Hello! I hope im not interrupting something, mind if i join in?"
Soars across the Milky Way, carrying travelers, a dream"
"It won't end yet," "I don't want it to end"
"But even so, one day.."
-Mr. Showtime
He took a small case out of his coat pocket, letting a few, small pills drop onto his open palm.
He sighed, popping the pills in his mouth, swallowing them with the water.
He tucked the case away, before glancing around.
...this wasn't far from where the crazy old man's lab was.
Maybe he'd drop by to pretend like he was actually doing something.
He adjusted the straps of his guitar case.
...yeah. that sounded good.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Spending the past four hours with only her thoughts for company had solidified three things in Zaria's mind. The first was scientific, she would need to properly weigh the odorous calcite depositions, and the one person in the lab who was the best with scents was Araceli, without a doubt. The second thought was that she needed to continue her conversation with Rai sooner than later. The third thought she decided to act upon immediately: she needed to confirm her suspicions. Was Magnus here?
If he was, the man likely had his own lab somewhere. It was probably small, slightly messy, and close enough to his room so he could hole up there as soon as he got off shift. Say what you wanted about Magnus, but her fellow Unovian cared for his pokémon.
Magnus had been the one person she had crossed paths with throughout her life. Through ironic and unironic coincidence, his name had followed hers through the years, always popping up when she least expected it. She had known him when they were both in the lowest class of Castelia City, both too poor for a second glance. She had seen his name listed as first in his class in a newspaper announcing the graduating class for his secondary school. (Zaria had been first in class in the city's other secondary school.) And then they had both found their way to Team Plasma. He was rather grumpy, unobtrusively keeping to himself. He stayed in one corner of the lab until he needed something, and swiftly returned there upon retrieval. Zaria hadn't minded the curmudgeon, finding him competent, if not a bit weary of the noble profession of science. But the problem was that he could link her to places she would rather not have certain people knowing she had been. Zaria wasn't ashamed of her upbringing. The truth of the matter was that she worried others would judge her for her past. Perception is reality, and for once, the young scientist didn't have too many enemies in a lab.
Zaria wandered down the halls, pausing often to read the labels on the doors she wasn't familiar with. She was struck by the fact that there were still so many people in the complex that she didn't know, floors and floors of them. Her labcoat billowed out behind her, giving the impression that she was a wide-eyed ghost, lazily trailing through the sterile corridor. She ran a hand along the corrugated brick wall as she walked, still lost inside her mind.
Until at least, she reached a door with a yellowed piece of paper in the plastic label holder. It had clearly been crinkled like someone had debated removing it and balling it up in the trash can before thinking better of it. In neat printed type, it simply said Magnus. There was no title, no "Doctor" or "Professor," no formality or preamble. Raising her fist to the dense sheet metal, (all doors were heavy-duty airlocks to prevent cross contamination between labs), Zaria almost knocked on the door.
Until a noise from down the hall startled her. She lowered her hand and peered around the corner. Speak of the devil, he was drinking from a water fountain. Right there. This was... unexpected.
"Magnus."
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
He sipped from his paper cup, yawning.
"What a surprise."
He stretched lazily, his baggy coat falling away, revealing the bandages wrapped around his arms.
He hurriedly covered his arms once more, before crossing them over his chest.
"...I would say it's good to see you, but..."
He shrugged.
"I'd be lying."
He ran a finger across the hilt of his pocketknife in his pocket.
"...Please move away, I need to get back to pretending like I'm working."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
"So they got you too, The Eyes? And you being you, obviously you didn't request a partner or team to hold you accountable. So what's your angle? Chromosome generation? Tank cells? CrispR?" Zaria folded her arms, refusing to let him off so easy.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
Magnus sighed, pushing his fluffy brown hair out of his eyes.
"I'm not here to make friends, or have fun, or create genetic monstrosities. I'm here to stick to my actual profession because my years of hard work to earn my medical degree goes to waste if I don't sue it."
He stared at her, calmly, a hint of frustration on his face, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"I wouldn't be able to help you damned scientists anyway. Better to just stick to my lane and play my songs."
He sighed.
His hands were wrapped with bandages, stained with rust-colored blood. The bandages around his wrists seemed to be soaked with the most blood, through.
He brushed his hair out of his eyes.
"...are we done, Ms. Burns? Or do you prefer Professor?"
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Jet pulled herself into a standing position. She checked herself over first. All limbs were appropriately matching, her hair was in its usual ponytail, her tail feathers were currently long, ready to become a shield, and her gem was perfectly fine. Jet turned her attention to her surroundings. There were others here... This made her tense up. Who were these... organics?
The Umbreon walked the halls, occasionally getting attention or even pets from the scientists she passed. She liked when she got attention... She soon found her destination; one corridor of the Lab meant for higher-ups. Here her mistress worked. Entering the sector, the Umbreon located her mistress from where she was working; typing away on a computer with reports for "The Eyes". Umbreon smirked, wondering how many were gonna get in trouble for what they had said in the presence of her mistress or her helpers. Umbreon headed to her own computer, one specially designed for the Pokemon. She entered the information into the translation section, which then spoke her knowledge. "Strange. Energy. Spikes. Centered. In. Paldea. Crater." This caught her mistress's attention. Blue grey eyes turned from her own computer to meet Umbreon's red eyes. A smirk appeared on her mistress's face. "Energy spikes at the Great Crater?" She said. "Time for some special research~."
"Heya, we need to find a way back to Nevada."
"Sportsy. Our apartment is ruined."
"Wait; Bendy's right. We can go back and recreate the apartment."
Talking about the other people...Kishi closed her eyes and sniffed the air. Nobody here seemed to be a demon, at least not one of the demons she was used to, and she came to her first conclusion.
This was definitely not Japan.
Of course, if she looked up, had she seen a portal showing a plains setting and a far away village. And, since she didn't notice the portal back to her world, she hadn't noticed it close.
The next conclusion she came to was that Shippo wasn't here. She couldn't smell the scent of the small fox demon, her travel companion which she knew so well. Kagome and Kikyo also weren't here, else she'd smell the strong scent of the Shikkon jewel.
Well. Interactions and introductions were next, she supposed.
Bendy grinned.
"They have sent you a letter
To come back home to play
But to your dismay
This isn't your day
For the happy fun time has begun to fade
Watch as we reanimate our corpses you abandoned
We're dismantled, we're mishandled
But we won't be skipped and swayed~"
Jack blinked. A dancing singing cartoon ink demon? Wow.
"Trapped within these walls
You left our souls to drip away
The ink decays, the walls at bay
But the reckoning has come today
You say-"
Azure watched carefully as people started to interact with one another. There was a teal-haired boy who was walking away from a small group of people and some strange creature-people who looked like they knew each other and many others. No one came to her but she was okay with that. She had a thought. 18 different portals, 18 different people. Could.. they be from different realms? At some point, she would have to ask someone about this place...
☽ •。° ✦ Welcome ✦ °。• ☾
To my void
The endless world with no
☽ •。° ✦ Escape ✦ °。• ☾
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De Caelo was still looking at the warning, she looked only moderately amused/concerned. The scar right through her face made it difficult to tell. She turns to her Pokémon, all in their balls. Who would be the best fit to send... a plan was forming in her head. Finally, the Consultant smiled.
You know the first rule in combat? shoot them before they shoot you.
We've been tortured but we move forward
This disorder kills your day!!
I am alive~
Immortalised!
You're the creator, you traitor!
Hey! There's no vaccine to cure our dirty needs
For now, you must build up our machine YOU DIE TONIGHT!!!!!!! "
The smell of coffee lingered around her and she smiled, deciding that she would get one too. Her head ached from lack of sleep and she knew that caffeine wouldn't help, and instead only make it worse, but at least it would give her a strong energy boost. She got up, placing her book and some of the moveable equipment into her bag and made her way towards the machine.
Abi pressed the buttons and waited but it got stuck so she tapped it multiple times before deciding that it was probably broken and went to take the cup away when it ejected the hot liquid over her hand. The pain of the scold was immense and her first instinct was to pull her hand back, though the cup smashed to the floor. She rinsed her hand and cleaned up her mess. And, giving up on the thought of coffee, settled with a small 'frusli' bar, pushing it into her jean pocket before sitting back at her desk.
"I'm sorry, sir, but do you mind not singing that? It's kind of.. a strange and odd song." Azure brushed back her blue hair and thought that maybe those people might not be the ones to ask about her surroundings. To her, they seemed a.. little strange. But maybe that was just the way they were and she needed to respect that.
☽ •。° ✦ Welcome ✦ °。• ☾
To my void
The endless world with no
☽ •。° ✦ Escape ✦ °。• ☾
"You okay?" The Conscience asked, her voice calm as ever... even slightly concerned, though it was hard to pick up with just three short sentences.
You know the first rule in combat? shoot them before they shoot you.