A Shift in Reality

Been a while.

piloted02 — Sat, 21 Jan 2012 18:27:58 GMT

[He'd taken the holidays off to spend time with the people he cared about. Naturally. And things were finally going his way for once too. Good thing too because that meant he had plenty of free time to do as he pleased. Including rearing the puppies which his dog Hilde had given birth too sometime ago. He'd also promised a couple folks their pick of the litter, or just play time. That day was today.

People would hear the playful yips as puppies dug around and romped on the beach's sand, while Duo sat in one of those captain chairs watching them and petting his big fat lazy rottweiler. The pups were German Shepherd mixes. Behind his chair? At the hanger? At the bar? All had signs up that said "Free Puppies". Inquire at Beach.]

Second Scratch

movelikestrider — Sun, 01 Jan 2012 16:42:00 GMT

[Dave appears on the plane in a burst of red light while flickers of green fire chase themselves all over the area and fade. He waits, tugging his hood down and equipping a pair of red headphones. Their cord leads to the gear Turntables he's pulled out, with the laptop screen floating between them.

And starts to play music, a heavy bass drum echoing across the plane. He sways to it, first to the left and then to the right, before he reaches over and twists his fingers over a knob. The first whispers of a violin join with the drum, sounding like discord at first but he tames it, fading out the drum just enough to meld the two. To it he adds in a guitar the kind that's impossible to play with just two hands, then a piano.

He keeps all of them low at first then makes the sounds seem to dance together, flickering in and out and going silent all together. Then they rise seeming to ascend with bursts of static like flames and the drum evening out, matching the rest, the violin's desperate wail settling into a light tone ringing out. He plays the tune a few more seconds before he flash-steps and everything goes silent.

All over the plane, he appears and whisks away in whispers of time or simply speed in general. Each time he plays the music just a little. For a guy with shades on his face he looks like he's searching for something.]

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spotofsunlight — Sat, 31 Dec 2011 02:21:08 GMT

[Here's a kid walking out onto the Astral Plane. He is short and has white hair and is very, very excited. He wearing a purple hat that looks vaguely like a rabbit, a faded black cape, and manacles on his wrists connected by a length of chain. Did I mention he's excited?]

WOW!

Wow.

Where'd all the snow go? What're all those shiny things? Look at 'em shine!

[He must be talking about the stars. Maybe. He gets down to his hands and knees and knocks on the invisible floor.]

Hey, what am I standing on? Is there something here?

[Knock, knock. Lick, lick.]

Those shiny things are there too! So cool. But they don't taste like anything. Man, that sucks.

[Lick, lick. Lick, lick. Why yes, he keeps trying to lick the stars.]

Hey, shiny things! Can you hear me? Hello? Helloooo~?

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betrayedtwin — Tue, 27 Dec 2011 20:51:21 GMT

[in one of the many sparse areas of the Plane appears a tall, sturdy man in purple and green armor, but he hasn't come quite alone. accompanying him is a long, steel table he's seated at. parts of his sniper rifle lay strewn across the table in a neat, organized manner, along with a couple other weapons, and his standard cleaning kit consisting of cleaners, cloths, and tools to adjust the sights of said weapons. he appears to be focused on what a mechanism from inside his rifle--but that's rather difficult to tell since he's looking down and wearing his helmet while he's doing this. and he's seemingly talking to himself, his voice sounding a bit filtered as it comes out of the helmet radio]

--ot sure how you missed it, to be honest. I wasn't so sure it was really there myself. But then I checked it out, met this peculiar guy, then woke up--[he stops, suddenly aware of his surroundings. in a swift, fluid motion, he drops the rifle component and reaches for nearest weapon on the table that is put together, and immediately stands, his chair noisily clattering to the ground. normally he isn't this jumpy, but when one's surroundings change in the blink of an eye, it's hopefully understandable. he lowers the gun a moment later as a somewhat confused recognition sets in, but he, by no means, has relaxed his grip.] Son of a bitch, here. I came here.

[he lets out a little laugh, shaking his head.] Well, if that wasn't conveniently timed, I don't know what is. I'll have to start setting my motion tracker even while doing menial duties. At least I wasn't peeling potatoes.

[after another moment of looking around and verifying that nobody is going to immediately attack him, he reaches down and rights his metal chair--yet doesn't sit down] Hope this doesn't become a habit, though. [mutters under his breath] And never mind what South's going to think when I get back after disappearing like that...

☼ five ☼

punkblaze — Mon, 26 Dec 2011 03:35:23 GMT

[Somewhere on the Plane, a little out of the way from where everything else is, Eithan has brought a ridiculously large, poofy, Victorian-style armchair. Of course, you'll find Eithan curled up in that chair. ... And, every once in a while, you'll hear him whine. Or groan. Or make some other pitiful noise.

Sitting on a table beside the chair are a bowl of soup and a cup of hot tea. Neither has been touched very much. There's a blanket on the floor that looks like maybe Eithan was using it before, but it's since been tossed aside and forgotten about.

So basically, have an Eithan, acting like his home worlds and the rest of them are all ending just because he has a really bad head cold. ... 'Tis the season.]

ram_of_gold — Sat, 24 Dec 2011 04:13:43 GMT

[Shion and Mu appear on the Plane together, although something is very clearly wrong. Shion has his hand around the throat of the semi-conscious and much battered Mu, holding him half off the ground as his grip tightens and black blood drips to the Plane floor.]

Is this really your last act, Aries? I am disappointed. I had thought a Gold Saint would at least try to put up a fight.

[Shion's tone is cold and mocking. Both his cosmo and the armor he's wearing are black and twisted. Whatever Shion is, at the moment he is not a Saint.]

[OOC: More experiment fun with Shion! Just a reminder that right now he's in 'attack on sight' mode for Saints and Athena.]

♪　2ｎｄ [ ｈｙｍｎ ] ｘｗｏｒｄｓ　ｏｆ　ｋｎｏｗｌｅｄｇｅｘ　::action::

yuliafonichymns — Fri, 23 Dec 2011 22:55:56 GMT

[ It's been a while since Tear's been around the Astral Plane. She did what she was told and learned to adjust to the strange way of living here. It wasn't all that much different from Auldrant but with many differences that she could clearly make it out that didn't exist in Auldrant. She took most warnings to heart and kept her guard up. She was also very captious with what she was doing as well just in case it would get her in unwanted trouble.

Thanks to many people that ha assisted her she was able to grasp and understand things slowly and perhaps it seemed like an ideal time to speak with the Colonel again. At least she thought it would be a good time to speak to him. She wasn't sure if he was busy or not since she hadn't seen him around much as well as her other companions that she had spoken to. She hadn't seen Guy or Asch around. She was also aware that there were others here as well but she had not seen them or spoken to them. She didn't sought them out yet but she probably should. At least so she could understand a little more of what was going on. Even if she grasped the basics there were many things she was unaware of.

She seemed to be caught up in running through a few pages of the books that were hanging at the edge of the shelf. She was trying to make comprehension of it ]

[ ooc: lots of edits. I'm sorry this is my lack of understanding things before posting...and forgetting. I apologize... >> ]

ram_of_gold — Mon, 19 Dec 2011 20:41:31 GMT

[Someone has taken some of the books off one of the shelves in the library. That someone also appears to be trying to put them back in a more organized fashion, although there's no clear reason why Shion has chosen to do such a thing. He's still wearing the dark robes, but this time the helmet that goes with the outfit is resting on a table surrounded by piles of books. Shion is also paler than he was last time, as if he hasn't seen sun in months, and for some reason he has a whip attached to his belt. Anyone who is sensitive to cosmo can tell that something is wrong with his. It's dark, more twisted than it should be, although it is still clearly his own. He's being very single minded about this self-imposed duty of his, not noticing much else of what is going on around him.]

☇ 13 | I 've said too much, I haven't said enough.

asmallamoroso — Sat, 17 Dec 2011 08:30:06 GMT

[ Sitting in the kitchen was this particular child with her hands wrapped around a mug of freshly brewed coffee. She wasn't paying much attention to anything going on there, but despite how absent of mind she appeared to be, she was, in fact, waiting.

Ai took a sip of the strong beverage and continued to stare at the counter. Clearly there was a lot on her mind and it had to do with a particular conversation she had recently had on the Plane. ]

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vengefulagent — Sat, 17 Dec 2011 08:21:38 GMT

[a tall man in steel-colored body armor with yellow trim is currently very engaged with perusing the brochures at the information kiosk, a holographic version hovering at a comfortable height for him to read. after a moment, he waves a hand to dismiss the brochure, but underneath that helmet, he's blinking, unsure if someone is just pulling his leg or...]

[frowning, he starts looking around again at what's around him: the random buildings that shouldn't exist but do and outer space in every single direction.] This...can't be real. [in his heart, though, he has a feeling the brochure is telling the truth. it's all far too elaborate and thorough for it to be a lie, and the appearance of the shop on the Mother of Invention makes complete sense now (though he has a strong urge to report it to the Director anyway).]

[very quickly, duty supersedes any other curiosity he has--and anyway, he's satisfied the need for initial reconnaissance, so it's time to report in! he taps the side of his helmet, activating his long-range comms systems]

Come in, Command, this is Agent Washington. I seem to have...um... [he falters, unsure of how to go about explaining that he's suddenly on a plane of existence that is the meeting point for many universes without sounding like he's gone completely insane. so, he just settles for establishing contact and going from there] Command, do you read? [he pauses for a second, hoping for some reply, but only hears static. this doesn't please him, not one bit.] I repeat, Command, do you copy? [and again, he gets no answer. he grumbles under his breath]

[slowly] Okay...I'm going to assume everyone has gone to get a cup of coffee from the mess hall. Because we all know how great that stuff is. [he waits for a reaction to his sarcastic remark, but gets none]

What the hell?! [he lets go of the long-range comms button, his arm flopping to his side. his annoyance with those back home seem to have pushed everything else he read in the brochure completely out of his mind for the moment.] Someone should always be monitoring the comms! That's basic protocol. The Director is going to hear about this when I get back.

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traitortwin — Sat, 17 Dec 2011 07:15:16 GMT

Oh, great.

[South Dakota already has her magnum drawn, though she isn't aiming it at anything/one yet. Besides, if there's anything/one around to try her, it's not like she can't shoot from the hip well enough.]

[She puts one hand lightly against the side of her helmet.] This is Agent South Dakota. I'm in an unknown location. I'm not getting any records on this place, and I don't see a way out. Please respond. [She waits for a few seconds, even though she can already tell that her call never even went through, especially when her first hint was that her helmet's computer wasn't picking anything up.] ... Or not.

[She takes a look around - a good one this time, not just a cursory glance. She takes in everything she can actually see from her position... and it doesn't help the confusion at all.]

Who the hell would put all of this here...? And why?

[She bites her lip, considers... and sees the information kiosk! She approaches, skeptical.]

... You're kidding.

[She picks up a brochure (Brax's) and starts reading. ... Care to interrupt the young woman in a full-body suit of armor with a gun in her hand?]

[026]

oliverplus — Sat, 17 Dec 2011 05:06:42 GMT

[Oliver is in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches of chocolate frosting on a round white cake. he also seems to have put quite a bit of frosting on his face, hands, and shirt--as well as some flour and other ingredients. cooking is not his strongest point. but he licks his finger and, after a second's consideration, seems satisfied] There we go! All done. Now for the note...

[he reaches into his pocket, withdrawing a piece of paper that is now also smeared with frosting. he frowns a little when he realises what he's done, absently wiping a chocolatey hand on his jeans. he then wipes at the chocolate on the note, but he quickly gives up that effort] Oh well. You can still read it, anyway... [he carefully folds the paper--spreading more chocolate as he does so--into a tent, which he sets up in front of the cake on the kitchen table. the note reads: "Free cake! Have some! -Oliver."

[once he has it sitting neatly, he takes a few steps back to survey his handiwork. he nods, apparently pleased] Okay, there's that. What else...? I should set out some plates, and napkins... Oh, forks! Maybe glasses, too. You've gotta have milk with cake... [he takes his frosting knife over to the sink and rinses it, and then he starts to rummage through cabinets. for the moment, he's focused on his task--but, unlike his recent desperate work in the library, this time he looks incredibly cheerful. he's even humming off-key snatches of music as he searches for utensils. on this occasion, he'll be glad to be interrupted. after all, he has cake to share!]

[ooc: Oliver, travelling with Ten, is sharing the canon update and has now experienced The Idiot's Latern--their version of it, at least. Also, the cake is not fantastic but it's decent cake, at least! Oliver hopes that everyone will enjoy it.]

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enduringwinter — Fri, 16 Dec 2011 08:07:44 GMT

[he's been dropping onto the Plane at random points in time over the last week. Richter never stayed long, only enough to go through various areas - the library, the kitchen and, on occasion, the forest - before returning to his prison. As the days pass, his demeanor grows steadily more distressed.

It can't be.

As the half-elf's distress grows, his pace seems to pick up as well... It wasn't much longer before he caved to the pressure. Reaching out to the nearest passerby, Richter asks;]

Have you seen a young man pass through? Blond, green eyes.... He should be wearing a lab coat.

[and while Richter keeps his voice steady, there's a noticeable tension in his posture. As if he was trying to brace himself for whatever news he would receive (if any at all)]

ram_of_gold — Fri, 16 Dec 2011 03:35:05 GMT

[Shion is at the library. Because it is quiet, and he doesn't want to deal with the ceaseless chatter of the masses anymore. Obvious to everyone is the way he's rubbing his forehead and scowling. He's also wearing black robes, instead of his usual white ones.] Why does everyone feel the need to whine at me so much? They don't need me for every petty problem that appears!

(OOC: Technically this is the start of Shion's experiment. He's still mostly himself, but over the next few days he'll start to forget more and slip further and further into becoming the Balrog Specter.)

sphere 01 ✛ welcome to the machina

endsorrow — Mon, 12 Dec 2011 04:08:38 GMT

[There is a new man on the Plane. And by "on the Plane," I mean all over the Plane. He can be spotted at all the various locations -- first, at the information kiosk (he gets both brochures in paper, and then he looks at the holograms, and then he listens to the audio. of both. in a row), then the coliseum, and the kitchen, and the beach, and the bar, and -- you get the idea. His strange red robes drag the invisible floor, and it creates a strange impression that he's floating, like some kind of overexcited ghost.

Wherever you are on the Astral Plane today, you will see him. He is investigating everything he comes across, touching everything, and he is always, always smiling. Wat do, Reality Shifted?]

θ 10

bit_impossible — Thu, 08 Dec 2011 22:28:46 GMT

[a sharp, loud whistle sounds across the Plane, the Doctor at the source of the sound with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. after discreetly wiping his fingers off, he holds up a Betamax tape in his other hand. one might also notice his hair has been done up in a pompadour. (and really, he hasn't bothered restyling it yet.)]

Hello, you lot! Glad to have your attention. I have a few questions, one of which pertains to this. [he gives the tape a wave] Now, don't be fooled by its black, plastic exterior. Trapped within this is a very dangerous entity that can feed on neural energy--if this is played and is accidentally released. However! That won't happen if, well, someone neutralises the residual electronic pattern on this.

Now, I don't exactly have the time to do this myself, so that brings me back to one of my questions: do any of you have the technology to tape over it?

[ooc: The Doctor (and by proxy, Oliver and Harriet) have been canon updated to post-The Idiot's Lantern! Hence the hair...]

[ooc: ALSO, I'm so sorry for being so ridiculously slow replying! Thanks for bearing with me! ♥]

• day 1 •

addictum — Fri, 02 Dec 2011 10:39:54 GMT

[A relatively short teenager with punkish blond hair and a very conspicuous black coat wanders around the Plane. The first thing he finds is the kitchen. He examines it curiously, all the while talking to himself.]

Doesn't seem like there's anything strange about it... but how does it work?

[He turns on the faucet and samples the water.]

Where does it come from?

[But this. This growling machine over here is completely new to him. He opens it and gasps.] Whoa! It's cold...! [And, like any curious dog or something would, he sticks his head in the refrigerator to investigate.

Now is probably the perfect time to bother the new kid.]

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foundmyarms — Tue, 29 Nov 2011 23:56:27 GMT

[So here is a goofy-looking kid who is actually quite lost at the moment. He spends a few moments looking around himself, as if he's trying to shake himself of an illusion and go back to his normal reality. Except it doesn't work, he's actually here, this is real life.]

Woooooooow! This is so COOL!

[Clearly he is not fazed by this at all. A grin quickly spreads over his face.]

This is amazing! I'm in the stars! Well I guess I was already in the stars, but this looks even cooler than before! Those explanations don't do this place justice. Though it's a little weird, I can't see the floor at all. Is that normal? I mean, even glass floors give off a reflection of light. Oh well, if it works then it works, right? There's no need to worry too much about it.

So I guess this means there's more weird timey-wimey stuff now, huh? That's fine by me, we can use all the extra time we can get. Plus this place is pretty awesome, I can't wait to check it all out! Man, I feel like an explorer again, like one of those guys from Indiana Jones, except with less archeology and more shenanigans. Oh, what shenanigans there will be.

And hey, I bet we can find Rose and Dave while we're at it too! They didn't get too far away, right Jade?

...Jade? Are you here?

[5] the A.B.C murders

holmes_fanatic — Sun, 27 Nov 2011 00:21:19 GMT

[Conan's come to the Plane to think again. Sitting in a quiet, well-lit spot, he has photos of all of the victims from his world, a copy of the case files for those of Satoshi and Menzies' world, and brief descriptions of those he's heard about from Guinevere, Duo and the others spread out around him.

What he's currently preoccupied with is the account of Menzies' conversation with Grey that he's got copied down in his notebook. For the little information they gained, there is an excess of questions.]

... special?

bibliophilistic — Wed, 23 Nov 2011 00:48:13 GMT

[Unsurprisingly, Aziraphale is at a table in the library, amidst a very large pile of books and papers. He's obviously been taking notes (not all of which are in something most people will recognize as a language), and his shiny new cell phone is under a layer of dust. He would be as well, but he keeps getting up to get more books, or shift piles around so the table doesn't break. He hasn't learned anything about the Plane, but he's read loads of books he's been meaning to.]

42. Who missed me?

grand_gaia — Tue, 22 Nov 2011 00:21:10 GMT

That map is out of date, Garet! Accoring to Piers, the cave should be over--! Woah!

[Remember this guy? If nothing else, the big blue eyes and bright yellow scarf should be familiar, even if the high-collared blue coat and small ponytail are not. One gloved hand reaches up to scratch the back of his head somewhat sheepishly, dislodging a few small, wet globs of snow from his dark gold shag.]

Talk about things slipping your mind. I guess this is what I get when we try and find the road back to Imil before the sun sets.

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oliverplus — Tue, 15 Nov 2011 00:51:24 GMT

[in the library, Oliver is sitting in one of two large armchairs with a side table between them. he doesn't have a book in front of him, though--he's just holding his black datapad, furiously typing something into it. on the table next to him is a cup of tea and a plate of scones, although they're no longer as warm as they were when he first started. he appears to have taken exactly three bites out of one of the scones, but the cup of tea has been reduced to half-full. at least it's not going to waste]

[Oliver himself is completely oblivious to his surroundings. he's so focused on what he's doing that, most likely, he won't even hear anyone approaching. but he doesn't seem to mind that at the moment; his expression is one of concentration. he looks tired, too. it seems all of the events on the Plane recently are taking their toll on him]

[muttering to himself] Damnit, I can't remember. They're my friends! I should know all this...

[does anyone care to interrupt whatever he's working so hard on?]

ஜ 2nd Rise of the Phoenix ஜ

uccellodifuoco — Sun, 13 Nov 2011 21:05:49 GMT

[Finally... Finally he made back to his reality properly. Finally he was able to reach the Sanctuary of the previous Holy War and reunite with Shun and Athena. As he had been welcomed by his brother and the Pegasus Saint, Tenma, of that era, Ikki had decided to himself to forget all about the Plane. About that other Shun who was living a different ending of the war, of those Gold Saints that survived what should have eliminated them and of the other people he met. It wasn't a matter of influencing other realities or them influencing his, he was in the past, they had to be careful with what they did there. He knew it well, they couldn't take more risks than what they were taking already. They could help, they could fight, but not interfere. What was bond to happen had to happen the same way as it would as if they weren't there. No matter how much they wished to change it.

No matter how much he wanted to create a burning inferno and shield Tenma. They weren't allowed to interfere. They, who had traveled to the past to fight for a small chance of saving Seiya, had to stand back and watch how Hades, incarnated in the body of Tenma's childhood friend, killed him.

Honestly, he's not sure if the hand he placed on Shun's shoulder was meant to stop the younger one from interfering... Or to anchor himself in place.

And as if seeing the Pegasus Saint die wasn't enough there was that other thing... That Specter with black flames and a face too similar to his own. When he had seen Tenma and after seeing Sasha, he had wondered about it. About if there were other Saints wearing faces similar to theirs and what it could mean. He didn't expect the man who would wear his face to be a Specter protecting Hades with a firm will. It was like a bad joke. A terribly bad joke he didn't want to talk about.

And so, when they returned to the Sanctuary he left the report to the Dohko and Shion, avoided his brother like many other times in the past... And returned to the Plane. Trying to keep his Cosmos concealed and silent, instead of letting it roar in frustration and confusion as it wanted to do. He couldn't step far from the Sanctuary without a motive, it wasn't safe, and the place was filled with people... People who didn't hesitate to reach out for others. He wanted to be alone. He needed time to compose himself. They had done the right thing, letting Pegasus die, no, letting time follow its normal course, it was the right thing. Not bothering to even try to recover their corpses, letting them be buried in rumble and lay under Hades' temple. Just another two corpses that were out of reach to even be mourned, like many others.

In a distant part of the Plane, trying to get away from everyone and everything... The Phoenix roars and his fire explodes for a second. Eventually, though, he will probably end crashing his bones in the bar. Getting drunk isn't an option, but nursing a drink may help somehow.]

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saddenedsaint — Sat, 12 Nov 2011 03:39:55 GMT

[As if there weren't enough problems...

Saga is in his training clothes, standing alone with crossed arms quite deep in thought... but also there's a hint of sorrow on his face.

'Why?... Why them?... My Goddess... They were so kind and free of fault...'

That sweet woman and her old but kind father who owned the small grocery store...

When most of the villagers heard about the rumors of his actions, saying hurtful things behind his back and rejecting him... those two were the only ones who treated him like a human being and not like a monster. The Gemini knew them since he became a Saint; the woman at that time was a little girl and had such an infatuation on him, which Saga found quite humorous back then. Now... they are dead... and he can't help but feel sad with the sole thought...

He gives a few steps forward and changes his posture. A fist against his mouth and the other hand on his waist, as if trying to find a logic about what happened to them. Suddenly, his eyes get an angrier look.

'I will find the bastard who did this...'

Finally, he composes and straightens as the fearsome Saint he is known for...]

001 Mix [Reprise of Arise Anew]

movelikestrider — Fri, 11 Nov 2011 06:07:45 GMT

…so let’s recap here. There’s someone out there with just as much rage in his cassock as Vantas. That’s not a good thing so don’t go patting yourself on the back there, Explosion. It’s the don’t-go-down-that-road sort of thing and the less I see or talk to you, the better. Glad we got that cleared up.

And the other guy would make Lalonde get busy with her skirts. Speaking of which, Rose, you’re here right?

I’m not just the lone Dersite that popped up into that shop and waltzed right back out into space. Because I refuse to call it the plane. That’s soul bonder and hippies with their magic brownies territory and I’m not cool with that. And what’s with the talk about experiments? [Dave pulls his hood off his head and straightens his shades so he can look around.]

That sounds straight out of some horror movie where the main chick goes on about how her dad was doing all this stuff but, they never heard from him again. Only shit son he’s right behind you with a needle. Whoops, there goes chump number one. Who’s next?

[At the lack of reply he frowns, waiting but hearing nothing.]
…

Hello?