melodiesoflife | Event || Revelations

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Event || Revelations

Characters: All the Heroes of Light and their Moogles.
Where: Order's Sanctuary, The Interdimensional Rift and their Homeworlds.
When: August 03rd - August 30th

Summary: Following the battle against Palitutu, all the Heroes of Light were transported into the Interdimensional Rift. They were told by Palitutu they would have to find her to prove they can break the cycle-- But before they could reach their destination, a malevolent entity from the Rift stripped them from their immortality...

And now, they woke up in a decaying and dying world, most specifically in a place called Order's Sanctuary. From there they are ready to jump... Into their homeworlds! Feel free to use this post for the Mingle at Order's Sanctuary and should your homeworld be the stage for the Heroes of Lights' next adventures, feel free to make a thread for it and as many sub-thread as necessary! Please refer to the OOC Post for questions and plotting.

Warning: Whatever you come up with.

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[She might be less noticeable, but K'pandolu doesn't like the stares too much either, glaring back at people.]

Werecreatures?

[she nods agreement to Ed, ready to follow, and twists to look at Barkeep.]

If we get somewhere where it won't be too obvious- do you have Illusionist on you?

[maybe inside the tavern won't be so bad, if there's only a few people here. Maybe not ideal, but better than nothing. She tilts her head and shrugs, looking at the others- she's not quite in the mood herself.]

[Santa follows the others into the tavern, but he's really freaking confused. They're on Earth. San Francisco, in the past. But there's werecreatures and shit? Goddamn alternate time streams. This must be a weird route that branched off way back when.]

It's fine. I got Illusionist if he doesn't. [He answers K'pandolu, but he's focused on the bartender. It's...that dude. From the weird-ass death maze.]

Uh, hey. [Speaking of Ed's baggage...] Does Ed gotta tab goin'? He's buyin' us all drinks. [Because this will ~~hopefully~~ be less awkward with alcohol, and Santa doesn't have any US dollars on him to buy his own.]

Edited (ok, let's try that) 2016-08-18 03:13 (UTC)

At first, Jack had thought this world was too normal for the things that Ed has talked about before, but werecreatures? Okay, nope, we are in magic central. Jack's posture is far more relaxed when he steps into the tavern, familiar territory. Best way to not get remembered is to act like nothing's wrong.

"Or something..." Jack grins at the bartender. "Captain Jack Harkness, and who are you?"

[The other people in the bar do pass the group a few looks, but once they see that it's a group with Ed, they stop paying attention. The bartender takes this all in stride, grinning at Santa's request about Ed's tab. Who called him "Ed" anyway? Something weird was going on, and catching sight of Dylas only confirms that. If Ash is bothered, though, it's hard to tell. He plays it cool.]

Well, since Doc seems unusually tongue-tied at the moment, allow me to introduce myself. Ash Rookwood. Welcome to my place. It's not often Doc brings new friends along.

[He now shoots a look at Ed that is clearly Ash waiting for an explanation. Ed finally manages to shake off his overwhelmed expression at his best friend, and speaks up.]

It's... complicated. Sorry, but can we all talk to you somewhere private? For just a minute.

[Ed quickly turns to the others.]

We can trust him. If there's only one person in this city we can trust, it's him.

[Now Ash starts to looks a little concerned, but he nods in agreement. He calls one of the kitchen workers to come out and watch the bar for a few minutes, and flags the group to follow him up a set of stairs. The second floor looks to have some rooms for rent, but a small apartment among them belongs to Ash. He brings them all inside, giving them all another appraising look.]

So... What's this all about?

[This could be tricky.]

Edited 2016-08-19 02:21 (UTC)

[she gives Santa a smile, ears flicking.] That'd be much appreciated.

[with a nod to Ash, and since she believes Ed enough to believe that they can trust him:] K'pandolu Tohka. A pleasure. We're… well, we're looking for someone.

[1900. Ancient history. The clothes were cool, but the city smelled bad and Mordecai wonders how everyone lived their daily lives without telephones.

At least they're talking with a fellow bartender. It's an underappreciated job, and they can't cause the owner more trouble than he's used to. And judging from his reaction, they're pushing the limit.]

If it ain't obvious, we're not from around here. [He glances at Ed. He can trust Ash with the truth, but he checks for any sign apprehension on his face before continuing.] We're from other universes. All of us. And we got an interdimensional problem we have to take care of..

[Wait, hold on, why can't he be normal?! He doesn't like the implication that he isn't even though it's really obvious. Whatever. That's his only internal protest before he heads into the bar, though the temptation to growl out passers-by is a little overwhelming. He doesn't like those confused stares, and he elects himself to stand behind everyone and make as little noise as possible. Drawing attention to himself would be a pain in the ass for everyone, and—

Oh, shit, he just walked his antler into a light fixture. He leaps back, startled, then stares at the wall with his arms crossed like he hasn't done anything embarrassing yet.

Everyone else should do the talking, definitely.]

Edited 2016-08-20 17:57 (UTC)

[Holy shit, Barkeep. Way to put it all out there. Sheesh. Santa steps a little away from him...and then from Dylas, and his dumb antlers, so that the hot bartender doesn't think he's part of this weird-ass group. Even though he is.]

Barkeep hit his head. You don't gotta listen to him. We're from outta town, and Ed's helpin' us find who we're lookin' for.

[Because 'the most trustworthy guy in town' does not equal 'dump all of our inter-dimensional problems onto a dude without even having him solve some puzzles to get his feet wet on the subject.' They don't need to break any of Ed's friends' brains.]

[Ed's going to have to cover for all of this craziness. He looks to Ash, who's been eying up K'pandolu's ears and Dylas's... everything with a curious and somewhat suspicious look.]

Out of town is one way to put it. Please, just trust me on this and I'll explain it when it's all over. Right now... have you overheard anything going on? Any rumors about new people in town, or strange people showing up? Um, besides us.

[Ash considers this, looking from Ed back to the strange group accompanying him. After a moment, he nods. He trusts Ed.]

I heard somethin' about a commotion at the guild hall this morning, but I didn't get much details. Maybe you can check with Maris on that, see if she had any eyes on it. I haven't had a chance to follow up. Do you know what's goin' on there?

[Ed grimaces at the mention of the guild hall, but then shakes his head. He turns back to the group.]

If we have to follow up with something at the guild hall... You guys might have to go without me. But let's go see what Maris knows first. If anyone knows, she will. We're going to have to get to her shop without attracting attention, somehow. It's about 15 minutes walking from here. [Ed tries not to eye up Dylas too hard while saying that. But really, the whole group is going to stick out just based on their Hero outfits alone.

Ash doesn't know what's going on, but he doesn't like how Ed's acting. Something bad was up and we wasn't about to step away from this.]

Explain later if ya want, but I'm coming along.

[K'pandolu taps her fingers against her arm- she doesn't so much fancy going without the man who knows the lay of the land, but if he says that…]

There's a good reason for that, I assume?

[she nods to Ash, settling into a more at-ease stance.]

That doesn't seem such a bad idea.

So… we'll need to blend in a little more, I think. [she glances to the rest of the group. Their style's… not quite in touch with what's on the streets, after all.]

[Excuse you, Santa! He folds his arms and puffs out his chest. Barkeep believes that giving out all the information is better than lying and hiding things! Never failed him as the local gossip of Mars or as the mayor. Not that it's a good idea for every situation.]

Sure, hidin' ain't too hard for most of us. [He eyes Dylas.] What're we goin' to do with him is the real question.

Hey. [He is not taking this kind of abuse from someone who looks like Super Mario who goes to mix school on the weekends.] Don't look at me like this is my fault, I only came in here because aside from K'pandolu you all look like the cast of a bad stage comedy I'd never want to see.

[There's short guy, white haired guy...Ed...and other guy. How could he trust them to protect Ed???]

[Well, there's an easy fix for their problems. Santa smirks as he prepares to cast one of his Illusionist spells. He uses his Disguise and Copy skills to hold illusions of normal lookin' people over top of himself and the others.]

I got it covered. But everybody's gotta stay close, and don't move too fast, or you'll break the illusion.

[Hopefully he'll be able to hold it for a 15 minute walk.]

But if we gotta go anywhere else, it'll be easier for us to get changed into some less conspicuous clothes so I can focus all my mojo on Antlers. [Santa may want a suit. And a hat. For, like, the mission and shit.]

[Ed runs a hand over his face, thinking, before turning to Ash for a moment.]

Right, so. This is K'pandolu, Jack, Santa, Mordecai and Dylas. Everyone, this is Ash. He's a good friend of mine, and this is is tavern. He also knows this town like the back of his hand, so in case we get split up for some reason, stick with him.

[Ed is already a reasonably tall guy, and Ash has at least 4 inches on him. He clasps a big hand on his friend's shoulder and looks the group over.]

Everyone, this is Doc. He also knows this city like the back of his hand, including all the places you wish you hadn't known existed. And we're gonna go meet Maris Hanlon, who's the person usually the person responsible for them. And if anyone's got such a wide variety of clothing laying around somewhere, it'll be here.

[Because really, what are you people even wearing? Good thing Santa has that spell. It doesn't matter how modestly K'pandolu is dressed, she'd most likely be scandalous by 1901 standards. Good thing Ash is a hard guy to rattle. Strange that Santa used a spell without any apparent incantation, components or books, but Ash was never an expert on magic anyway. That's Ed's job.

After stopping to get one of the kitchen workers to cover for him up front, Ash rejoins the group as they head outside. He'll lead them around the back of the building and towards town using the least busy streets they can. That's a feat, considering it seems to be busy everywhere.

Ed is pensive as he follows close behind Ash, giving his friend a lot of thoughtful looks when he was turned away.

They move from the industrialized part of town towards more crowds in commercial and residential areas. The signs around them transition slowly from English into Chinese, which is the most obvious clue of where they're headed. Chinatown is small and congested. There are plenty of stores and street stalls to browse as they pass by.

Some of the more observant members of the group might get the feeling they're being followed, though. Hard to tell from who with all these people milling around.]

Edited 2016-08-25 14:25 (UTC)

That'd be a huge favour.

[rude! It's hardly as though she's going sleeveless.

Maybe it's just nerves, and the crowd that gives that feeling, but… She glances around all the same, ears twitching.]

Is anyone else feeling… uneasy?

[Luckily, or unluckily, Santa is too preoccupied with maintaining the spell to notice anything unusual...well, more unusual than being in a weird magical version of the distant past.]

What, you not feelin' well? Shit, we better not be getting any old timey germs. [Isn't that what happens in sci-fi books and shit? Travelers from different times or different worlds get wrecked because they don't have the immune system to fight off the germs they encounter.]

That's not what she means, short stuff.

[Dylas, who is still seven and a half feet tall despite the illusion magic at work, has ears that are sensitive enough to pick out footsteps that are more or less consistent with their own. He's loud when he verbally calls out Santa, but he's quieter on the second go about.]

We've got someone tailing us. And not. My tail. I mean, following us. I can't figure out who yet.

Chinatown. The corner of Jack's mouth quirks up for a second, good memories, from here and abroad, protecting the British Empire's- uh, colonial concerns.

Oh, they're being followed? Awe-some. "Be right back." Jack is banking on his ability to blend in better than the rest of them to fade back from the group, maybe get closer to whoever is following them, or get them to make a move if he notices that the group looks like they're splitting up.

[While they may have had that creeping feeling, whoever was following them seemed to be virtually trailless. Maybe it was the amount of people on the street making it harder. Dylas doesn't seem to hear anything, though maybe the wind sounds stronger than it should considering there's only a light breeze.

Just as Jack turns to take off, Ash and Ed stop too. Ash wrinkles his nose for a moment, frowning. Ed can't seem to figure it out either, but the lack of clues is a clue itself. Before he can say anything, Ash cuts in.]

Oh, great. It's your little Shadow friend, Doc.

[As Jack backs around, a shape seems to form from the shadows of a nearby alley. It almost seems to take on a human shape, with glowing blue eyes, before the shadows suddenly part and a young man steps out near him. Any locals walking nearby are a bit startled by this, but don't seem to react to severely. Like guys forming out of shadows is just a thing that happens.

The man wears a bright red pinstripe suit and red hat, which make him stand out like a lighthouse in the sea of dark colored suits everywhere. He looks over Jack's shoulders at the others, before looking back to Jack. His voice is teasing.]

Hi there~

[A few yards back with the others, Ed just groans.]

We do not have time for him.

[Mordecai turns his head in a manner that indicates he could care less about random townspeople following them.]

Not interested in what you're sellin'.

[Sheesh. They already have enough on their hands, and guys popping out of nowhere is not on the list of things Barkeep wants to deal with today. He rolls his eyes and turns back the way they were headed, hoping to walk away from this nuisance.]

[Ummm, speak for yourself, Barkeep. Santa's willing to hear the sales pitch. He only catches it because everyone else is stopping to look around.]

Well...that's pretty freakin' badass. Can you guys do anythin' cool like that? Maybe we should get him to show us around...

[Distractions aren't great for holding the illusion over everyone, and if any more flashy people pop out of the woodwork, the spell's likely to start faltering.]

[she smiles at Dylas, glad he could back her up. Although that fades when the guy materialises in front of them, and she steps closer to the others, eyes narrowed. Someone forming out of the shadows is probably not good news.]

We have places to be; my apologies.

[though she doesn't sound it.]

While a guy appearing out of the shadow is very interesting, what's more interesting to Jack is the reaction of people around, or rather the lack of reaction. This is a world where The Secret Is Out, and the supernatural is normal. But it is still trying to keep them under wraps. Is it just the time difference or something else?

Ask later. Distract now.

"Captain Jack Harkness, and who are you?"

Who said I'm selling anything?

[The man is very amused by the varied reactions he's getting from the group. Annoyance from Ash was normal, but not usually Ed. And two of their little party at least seem interested in him, which is great.]

Showing some out-of-towners around, Doc? Why didn't you say so? Who knows this town better than me?

[He tips his hat at Santa. He would love to show folks around. Maybe do lunch! Before he says anything else, Ed cuts in with an exasperated tone.]

Everyone, this is Salieri. I'll... explain him later. Salieri, you know I can't make you go away. But if you're coming along, you're going to help us out and not be a nuisance. Alright? We're heading to see Maris, and I can explain to you what's going on once we get there.

[Ed almost talks to Salieri like he was scolding a teenager, but Salieri just nods. Ed and Ash continue to lead the group along, and Salieri follows after. Time to pay attention to the man in front of him who was introducing himself. He tips his hat at Jack, bowing slightly.]

Salieri. A pleasure.

[Soon they're at their destination: a small, quiet shop selling ceramics, nestled in between a row of shops. Inside, lining the shelves are beautiful handcrafted pieces of dinnerwear, tea sets, trinkets and more. Behind the counter is a woman sitting alone, reading a book. Her eyebrows raise as so many people - a few of whom she knows well - enter the store. As she stands up, it would stand out to most that she's dressed in men's clothing - button-down shirt, suspenders, tie and pants.]

Well now. What's all about?

[Ed lets out a relieved sigh to see her working the store.]

Maris, we need your help. There's just... a lot to explain first.

[Santa doesn't have a fancy hat to tip ~~yet~~, so he just grins back at Salieri.]

I'm Santa.

[He doesn't elaborate further. Spells to keep up, and all that. He behaves himself as they head into the little shop. Well, until he gets there...]

Hey, should we really bring the bull into the china shop? [He nods his head at Dylas. Ed seems to hang out with a lot of people who are hotter than he is, including the cute redhead inside the shop, and maybe they shouldn't burn bridges just yet?]

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You need to know that this almost accidentally came from Shepherd Book's account

that would have been interesting

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