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Stranger Lies [Active]
Character(s): The Lone Power, Zetsu, Xaldin, V and Rozalin
Content: Two amnesiac villains meet a rather...exotic crowd and have no idea what the hell's going on.
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: mid-to-late morning
Warnings: two amnesiacs, an organization member, and god knows what else? Who knows. Possible: swearing, violence(?), and mind games
You can call it a bad morning when you wake up outside and spend the first few hours of it with a hangover with no known source and no idea where you are nor who you are and wander around in circles. The Lone Power glared at the gates. He was back at the same gates for the second or third time in the past couple hours. At least now the hangover was going away…or maybe that was just his frustration wiping it out. The Lone Power sat down near the gate and glared at the electronic device in his hands before banging on the keys in frustration, a determined scowl at it as he set about trying to figure out what to do with it. The only thing on his mind was that he was going to get it to work on his own without help. There was no way in hell he was asking for help.
The Lone Power focused intently on the journal in front of him, pushing away the feelings of intense discomfort at the city as a whole... This place had him feeling trapped, though he couldn't exactly tell completely why.
Content: Two amnesiac villains meet a rather...exotic crowd and have no idea what the hell's going on.
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: mid-to-late morning
Warnings: two amnesiacs, an organization member, and god knows what else? Who knows. Possible: swearing, violence(?), and mind games
You can call it a bad morning when you wake up outside and spend the first few hours of it with a hangover with no known source and no idea where you are nor who you are and wander around in circles. The Lone Power glared at the gates. He was back at the same gates for the second or third time in the past couple hours. At least now the hangover was going away…or maybe that was just his frustration wiping it out. The Lone Power sat down near the gate and glared at the electronic device in his hands before banging on the keys in frustration, a determined scowl at it as he set about trying to figure out what to do with it. The only thing on his mind was that he was going to get it to work on his own without help. There was no way in hell he was asking for help.
The Lone Power focused intently on the journal in front of him, pushing away the feelings of intense discomfort at the city as a whole... This place had him feeling trapped, though he couldn't exactly tell completely why.
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Rozalin spoke out loudly to whoever had brought her here, "Honestly now, I have begun to tire of the growing repetition in all of these shoddy summoning rituals, If you are so brave as to seek his audience you should be kind enough to hire a competent summoner.”
However, it seemed that no one was listening; In fact there wasn't a soul who looked even mildly heroic and dumb enough to test their strength against her father.
Or was there, just a short distance through a crowd of peasants stood a party of two men and a monster. The masked man in the cloak was obviously some sort of skull or a mage, most likely the fool who had sought to summon her father. The monster looked much like one of Veldime's Flora Beasts and the man in the suit must be their warrior, he would not be the first fighter she had met who wore formal attire.
Rozalin cast the blond peoples aside and dealt with a rather rude man in a booth. One fist full of royal insignia and an hour long explanation of the honorifics, history and spellings of the Zenon bloodline later, Rozalin stood pointing toward the three men, -er two and a half men.
“You there! Are you the three who dare to challenge my father's rule?”