(Crap, I didn't think Lanthe would come back so soon. X.X Sorry for making everyone wait! Anyway, I am not quite sure how to go with the cars thing so i will need to think it over. I promise that I will get a post out in the next 24 hours tho. 
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((Right 
no problem. By the way, guys, I'd definitively back today. Yeah! Also, I'm working on a new roleplay, although this one is less loose, and with a sort-of-ish plot. I'm a little rusty at creating new worlds and cities (I don't do something in an actual fantasy middle eastern environment in a long time...) , but I think I'll handle this one 
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no problem. By the way, guys, I'd definitively back today. Yeah! Also, I'm working on a new roleplay, although this one is less loose, and with a sort-of-ish plot. I'm a little rusty at creating new worlds and cities (I don't do something in an actual fantasy middle eastern environment in a long time...) , but I think I'll handle this one ))
((Yeah.))
Glaceia continued to cry which meant that the snowstorm kept going. It was then that the car showed up which startled the young ghost enough to stop her from crying. The result being that the weather started to improve the second she had stopped her tears.
Glaceia then looked at the car in wonder, but seemed shy about actually approaching it. It would end up taking her a few minutes to work up the courage to approach it and then a few more to actually touch it. She then started to stroke the car and it quickly became apparent that Lanthe needn't worry about any ectomplasmic residue as her touch didn't leave anything of the sort behind. Glaceia would become enthralled by the car and would continue to stroke it until Revy came back.
Once Revy returned, she would immediately approach her happily and took the cookie from her. "Thank you!" She chirped happily and then ate the cookie. If anyone was expecting the cookie to just fall through her as she ate would be surprised as nothing of the sort happened. The ghost then attempted to wipe the chocolate smear away, but only succeeded in making the smear even worse.
(For those curious, has both a corporeal and incorporeal form. In her copporeal form she is solid enough to interact with objects and can be injured by psychical means. If injured enough to break the skin, then she will leave ectoplasam behind which is the only time she will leave it behind. As for the cookie, it will basically be floating around inside until the next time she goes intangible and then it will fall out.)
Glaceia then looked at the car in wonder, but seemed shy about actually approaching it. It would end up taking her a few minutes to work up the courage to approach it and then a few more to actually touch it. She then started to stroke the car and it quickly became apparent that Lanthe needn't worry about any ectomplasmic residue as her touch didn't leave anything of the sort behind. Glaceia would become enthralled by the car and would continue to stroke it until Revy came back.
Once Revy returned, she would immediately approach her happily and took the cookie from her. "Thank you!" She chirped happily and then ate the cookie. If anyone was expecting the cookie to just fall through her as she ate would be surprised as nothing of the sort happened. The ghost then attempted to wipe the chocolate smear away, but only succeeded in making the smear even worse.
(For those curious, has both a corporeal and incorporeal form. In her copporeal form she is solid enough to interact with objects and can be injured by psychical means. If injured enough to break the skin, then she will leave ectoplasam behind which is the only time she will leave it behind. As for the cookie, it will basically be floating around inside until the next time she goes intangible and then it will fall out.)
((Right, okay. One question, though...what if it's another phantom attacking her?))
((Right, thanks. (By the way, I'm not answering 'cause I'm waiting for the others ))
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((Um...did I kill this 
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(OOC: Yeah let me get things rolling a bit. Is it day or night? I'll edit my post accordingly.)
There was a second snowstorm today; another new record for the city. It would be the talk of the town for days.
Somewhere in the city lived a man named Adam Walstrom. Aervin's informant had much to say about him, but that was all on a need-to-know basis. The details the informant gave were such: the man was old, crazy, and interested in chaos. Talking to him could forever solidify the stereotype of unsightly, unhygienic fringe conspiracy theorists with poor research skills.
More details: Walstrom collected possible machines and artifacts that could link to his totally fringe theory of measuring chaos, of making chaos incredibly predictable. Aervin remembered the informant saying that there was a weather machine somewhere in his collection; what to make of that?
Some distance from the bakery, Aervin paused for a coffee break. New on him was a teal blue snowcoat, zipped up in case the raging winter snuck up on him. As he received his order, the gray skies outside gradually faded, revealing a partly cloudy sky with obscured sunshine ahead.
Aervin sipped his cup. This was a pretty complex blend; hints of cinnamon and mint persisted. He kept drinking, quickly strolling out the door towards the old man's address.
2087 Carter Avenue. What could Walstrom possibly tell him about his own condition?
There was a second snowstorm today; another new record for the city. It would be the talk of the town for days.
Somewhere in the city lived a man named Adam Walstrom. Aervin's informant had much to say about him, but that was all on a need-to-know basis. The details the informant gave were such: the man was old, crazy, and interested in chaos. Talking to him could forever solidify the stereotype of unsightly, unhygienic fringe conspiracy theorists with poor research skills.
More details: Walstrom collected possible machines and artifacts that could link to his totally fringe theory of measuring chaos, of making chaos incredibly predictable. Aervin remembered the informant saying that there was a weather machine somewhere in his collection; what to make of that?
Some distance from the bakery, Aervin paused for a coffee break. New on him was a teal blue snowcoat, zipped up in case the raging winter snuck up on him. As he received his order, the gray skies outside gradually faded, revealing a partly cloudy sky with obscured sunshine ahead.
Aervin sipped his cup. This was a pretty complex blend; hints of cinnamon and mint persisted. He kept drinking, quickly strolling out the door towards the old man's address.
2087 Carter Avenue. What could Walstrom possibly tell him about his own condition?
** no, not dead. I just got lost in let's plays for the weekend-ish ; **
The maturity act lasted about as long as one might expect; she too found herself enamored with the vehicle, though more out of a need to aggravate the annoying (and oddly chatty) hellbeast-turned-wolf-turned-devil-person. It was difficult to suppress giggles while she slunk around the motor car, never actually touching anything, but coming close more than once.
"Parents are dead. Or maybe just sleeping - hard to tell sometimes. And the tables only dance tangos when they're drunk; usually more of a samba. Or the cha-cha! The chairs... I dunno. We ain't speakin' much since the incident with the chainsaw." Obviously she was only half-listening to the HBTWTDP, and for good measure didn't even bother to face it while she made her maddening notes. Man, that one sure talked a whole lot, even if he wasn't saying much.
Finally tiring of the HBTWTDP and his magical car altogether, Revy turned to the little ghostly-girl, who had a little chocolate streak across her face. How she could possibly have eaten the cookie given to her in the first place was glazed over by the fact that she looked absolutely adorable right now. Crouching down, she asked "So whacha wanna do, missy? Thar's a whole buncha things t' do!"
; **The maturity act lasted about as long as one might expect; she too found herself enamored with the vehicle, though more out of a need to aggravate the annoying (and oddly chatty) hellbeast-turned-wolf-turned-devil-person. It was difficult to suppress giggles while she slunk around the motor car, never actually touching anything, but coming close more than once.
"Parents are dead. Or maybe just sleeping - hard to tell sometimes. And the tables only dance tangos when they're drunk; usually more of a samba. Or the cha-cha! The chairs... I dunno. We ain't speakin' much since the incident with the chainsaw." Obviously she was only half-listening to the HBTWTDP, and for good measure didn't even bother to face it while she made her maddening notes. Man, that one sure talked a whole lot, even if he wasn't saying much.
Finally tiring of the HBTWTDP and his magical car altogether, Revy turned to the little ghostly-girl, who had a little chocolate streak across her face. How she could possibly have eaten the cookie given to her in the first place was glazed over by the fact that she looked absolutely adorable right now. Crouching down, she asked "So whacha wanna do, missy? Thar's a whole buncha things t' do!"
I watched them talk* with a roll in my eyes. Leave it to humans to ask the most inconvenient questions, really.
"You do realize, kid, that she's dead. I mean, you can't exactly take her to a shopping center, can you? Or to the movies? Besides - " I started, gesturing offhandedly at her ghostly clothes, "She's from the middle ages, I bet. She doesn't understand anything of this place we're at." I continued, resisting to ask where were we at, exactly, and walked and entered the car, giving a long sigh.
"Well, I have a couple of vampires to deal with. TTFN." I murmured, closing my eyes as I started up the car.
And was off, as the car drove wildly off the ground and its features alongated, and the passanger and its vehicle faded into the morning air.
I opened my eyes, smelling the scent of the universe fading, the glory of th-
"OH, COME ON!"
* Watched the girl talk, I mean. The other one was just stuffing her mouth- okay, her ectoplasm-with cookies.
"You do realize, kid, that she's dead. I mean, you can't exactly take her to a shopping center, can you? Or to the movies? Besides - " I started, gesturing offhandedly at her ghostly clothes, "She's from the middle ages, I bet. She doesn't understand anything of this place we're at." I continued, resisting to ask where were we at, exactly, and walked and entered the car, giving a long sigh.
"Well, I have a couple of vampires to deal with. TTFN." I murmured, closing my eyes as I started up the car.
And was off, as the car drove wildly off the ground and its features alongated, and the passanger and its vehicle faded into the morning air.
I opened my eyes, smelling the scent of the universe fading, the glory of th-
"OH, COME ON!"
* Watched the girl talk, I mean. The other one was just stuffing her mouth- okay, her ectoplasm-with cookies.
((HBTWTDP = "hellbeast-turned-wolf-turned-devil-person." Also, pardon my intrusion. I've just kinda been watching. By the way, a separate OOC topic or shared OOC PM conversation might do you guys some good. ^^ ))
** was going to see how long it went on before someone got tired of the OOC-exclusive chatter. or went nuts and started stabbing everyone - either-or. **
Glaceia looked at Revy with her large eyes and chocolate stained face and smiled before starting to hope up and down...well in her case, more like hop up followed by floating back down again. "Play play! Glaceia want to play!" As she spoke, she held her hands apart as if she was holding an imaginary ball and suddenly a ball of ice started to form between them. The icy ball continued to grow between her hands until it was about the size of a basket ball. The ghost girl then lobbed the ball at Revy and said. "Catch!"
It was then that Lanthe's car started to move which made Glaceia look at it in a mixture of both confusion and wonder. Then the car disappeared and Glaceia looked even more confused by before. She then proceed to blink her eyes and then rub them in disbelief. After that she tried to tug on Revy's jeans while pointing where the car used to be while asking things like. "What was that? Where it go? Will it come back?"
It was then that Lanthe's car started to move which made Glaceia look at it in a mixture of both confusion and wonder. Then the car disappeared and Glaceia looked even more confused by before. She then proceed to blink her eyes and then rub them in disbelief. After that she tried to tug on Revy's jeans while pointing where the car used to be while asking things like. "What was that? Where it go? Will it come back?"
Lanthe's comments didn't phase the young lady one bit. Then again, he hadn't been here apparently; the cosplayers could get very serious around here. A girl in an era-appropriate dress? Pff, that was nothing! She'd seen full suits of armor walking around town before - while obviously not authentic, it was hard to tell sometimes. As long as her lil' phantom friend didn't disappear in plain view, she could explain the 'costume' away rather easily.
Revy would have caught the ice-ball, but being distracted by the DeLorean-rip-off meant she took her eyes off the trajectory for one second too long. The result was her getting a basketball-sized impact to the side of her face, knocking her off-balance for a moment. The little ghost-girl started tugging at her pants leg, but she had no answers, shrugging her shoulders instead. "Iunno kid. Wou'n't mind if he din't though; guy was kinda a jerk."
Looking at the weapon she was still clutching, the mad Traveler ejected each remaining shell, dumping the shots into her pocket as she tossed the weapon aside. It was only now occurring to her that this place might not be the greatest to hang around, even though no cops had showed up. That was good, but they could show up at any moment, which obviously wasn't. Case in point, they needed to be gone from here. "But I think we needa be scootin' on outta here before t' Law decides t' show. We can play somewhere a bit safer!"
With that ultimatum, Revy held her hand out for the child to take. She'd never taken a ghost along on one of her Jumps, but maybe it'd actually be easier than a physical person. Barring something going horribly wrong, of course.
Revy would have caught the ice-ball, but being distracted by the DeLorean-rip-off meant she took her eyes off the trajectory for one second too long. The result was her getting a basketball-sized impact to the side of her face, knocking her off-balance for a moment. The little ghost-girl started tugging at her pants leg, but she had no answers, shrugging her shoulders instead. "Iunno kid. Wou'n't mind if he din't though; guy was kinda a jerk."
Looking at the weapon she was still clutching, the mad Traveler ejected each remaining shell, dumping the shots into her pocket as she tossed the weapon aside. It was only now occurring to her that this place might not be the greatest to hang around, even though no cops had showed up. That was good, but they could show up at any moment, which obviously wasn't. Case in point, they needed to be gone from here. "But I think we needa be scootin' on outta here before t' Law decides t' show. We can play somewhere a bit safer!"
With that ultimatum, Revy held her hand out for the child to take. She'd never taken a ghost along on one of her Jumps, but maybe it'd actually be easier than a physical person. Barring something going horribly wrong, of course.
Glaceia started to giggle when her ice ball knocked Revy off balance for a bit, but then stopped when she said that she wasn't sure if the big man wasn't going to come back or not which made her frown. When Revy ejected the remaining gun shells, she pointed to them and asked. "What be those? Me never see those before."
However the ejected shells didn't catch her attention for long as what Revy said next quickly caught her attention because she said the word play. "Ok! Let's play someplace else!" It was then that she gave Revy her hand and the chaos manipulator would get a real surprise at first touch. For you see, while Glaceia's hand felt like that of a regular child's in most ways, it differed from a normal child's in one very noticeable way; it was completely devoid of any warmth. On top of that, if one were to look for a pulse on her wrist, they would find none as Glaceia hadn't had a heart in a very long time. While these things were perhaps not as dramatic as disappearing in plain view, they were surely a lot harder to explain away then her "costume."
(I would think that Glaceia would be easier to transport since even in a corporeal form, she has far less mass then a human. That being said, feel free to have things go wrong since there could always be some strange interactions when probability and spirits cross. xD)
However the ejected shells didn't catch her attention for long as what Revy said next quickly caught her attention because she said the word play. "Ok! Let's play someplace else!" It was then that she gave Revy her hand and the chaos manipulator would get a real surprise at first touch. For you see, while Glaceia's hand felt like that of a regular child's in most ways, it differed from a normal child's in one very noticeable way; it was completely devoid of any warmth. On top of that, if one were to look for a pulse on her wrist, they would find none as Glaceia hadn't had a heart in a very long time. While these things were perhaps not as dramatic as disappearing in plain view, they were surely a lot harder to explain away then her "costume."
(I would think that Glaceia would be easier to transport since even in a corporeal form, she has far less mass then a human. That being said, feel free to have things go wrong since there could always be some strange interactions when probability and spirits cross. xD)
Things could have went a bit better.
Actually, things could have went much better.
For a start, I shouldn't have landed in a street, being screamed at by a group of old hags because I nearly hit them. Yeah, sod the teleporting, the hitting part is what fired them off..
Well, I say...
The man, poker faced, tooked his sunglasses off. (Because of quantum.)
"Now look, my good woman-
"Don't you dare call me a good woman!" The old hag, all pink and short and fat and angry barking, growled, a growl that would make a rotwieller to shame.
Hey, maybe I could use her form in the near future. Scare any enemies to death and everythin'.
But let's get to the matter at hand. As I was being viciously assailed by a gang of psychotic grannies, a part of my mind was thinking very quickly, very nervously about what happened.
So the girl's chaotic powers created a barrier around the area, or at least an interference against the
Voyage.
Bother.
This little trip was NOT going well.
Actually, things could have went much better.
For a start, I shouldn't have landed in a street, being screamed at by a group of old hags because I nearly hit them. Yeah, sod the teleporting, the hitting part is what fired them off..
Well, I say...
The man, poker faced, tooked his sunglasses off. (Because of quantum.)
"Now look, my good woman-
"Don't you dare call me a good woman!" The old hag, all pink and short and fat and angry barking, growled, a growl that would make a rotwieller to shame.
Hey, maybe I could use her form in the near future. Scare any enemies to death and everythin'.
But let's get to the matter at hand. As I was being viciously assailed by a gang of psychotic grannies, a part of my mind was thinking very quickly, very nervously about what happened.
So the girl's chaotic powers created a barrier around the area, or at least an interference against the
Voyage.
Bother.
This little trip was NOT going well.
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