Character Meet and Greet

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"You can design and create, and build the most wonderful place in the world. But it takes people to make the dream a reality."

I. Exploring Main Street! Take a trip through a little town taken straight from 1890's America. Visit the shops, dine at the restaurants- but don't forget you are here on a mission. As an Apprentice, you will need to gather some supplies. A weapon, or tool for producing magic.

But we understand if that corn dog cart on Market Street is your first stop.

II. Apprentice Class 101! Practice your spell casting and weaponship on the open commons behind the Firehouse. Sparring, casting or just general confusion abound here. Try not to hit anything or...anyone, the paint on the infirmary is still drying.

III. Look out! A level 2 corroded monster has managed to get onto Main Street! Protect the citizens and defeat the cur, and please watch the damage, the paint is still wet!

IV. One Little Spark! Go ahead, show us the strength of your imagination and come up with your own scenarios. Just, stay out of the Corroded Lands...if possible.

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Re: Crowley - Good Omens

[idiotic_bard]

"No one drew my sword when I got here, so I can't draw my sword or get to the point of it all," he said. He was going to miss that kazoo. He put three ranks into perform Kazoo. "Guess I'll just have to sing."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"Oof! Gently, please!" He is not the most delicate angel around, but it does hurt!

"I suppose I might take you up on that offer." As he is rather broke himself. "How on Earth do you get managed to be paid there?" Money was something, at least to his own firmament, that happened to other people.

Not that he particularly needed it...

Re: Crowley - Good Omens

[mal_contented]

She gave a rude snort. "Must have messed up the bridge spell. Was trying to go back h..." she choked on the word a moment. "Back to the Isle. Where I belong. Not exactly the perfect princess type. One minute, i'm riding towards the cliff on my scooter, Spell book in my bag, mom in a box in my back pocket, next thing I know I'm here. No scooter, no bag, no book, nothing."

[situational_ethics]

He grinned showing off his teeth. "Oddly enough, I asked some nice passer by who a guy like me has to kill in a place like this to earn a few bucks and he just handed over his wallet. Nice chap."

From the victim's side. Tanda's way of mugging someone was probably far more pleasant, but then he was lacking in her physique.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"What?" That makes him stop dead in his tracks. "No. Absolutely not. I cannot accept a drink from a demon, well at all! But certainly not one that-- I mean, you have positively no class for one thing. Low-key threats!" He clicks his tongue. "Honestly! One would think you being retired and everything you would be more learned and creative! But no. Thank you. But no. You should find a decent little establishment down that road and make a right but for God's sake don't make me come and thwart you because I have just about enough on my plate with everything else.

How they expect me to get any work done in these conditions is completely beyond me.... I'll have to have a word with Merlin about this. Not that' he'll listen but if I have to suffer so does he."

This last part was mostly to himself.

[situational_ethics]

"You were about to accept one a minute ago," he pointed out, unphased. "Besides, hardly my fault if he can't take a joke. And if he's angry about it? Well good for him, if he brings legal action against me that means I get a look at the legal system here and a chance to figure out how to get my stuff back, and then get back home. But don't think you're going to thwart me, I've bested better than you. Trust me, you'd rather have me as a friend than an enemy, and for this one rare shining moment, the choice is still yours."

Re: Magica De Spell | Disney Comics

[ticoticosamba]

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[Hit but a little oddly, as a black umbrella pops open to deflect it. When it closes, the parrot holding it looks rather annoyed.]

Oh, no, no, no. I am not going to go after that...creature.

[Not unless there is something in it for him.]

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"It is not a joke. It is bullying plain and simple. I won't be party to it." Money through unethical means was one thing, but this--! Also he doesn't like the demon's tone.

He draws himself up to his full five foot ten inches, looking at the demon down his nose no matter the height difference, flaring his wings a little.

"I am an Angel of the Almighty and I won't be threatened. We are enemies and we will be enemies, even to extinction."

Though he would rather not do this. It's going down a path he can't easily back down from. If only Crowley were here, he'd find some way out of this, but it is just Aziraphale alone in this unpleasant place. But he will be resolute! Even if he's meant to pay for it.

[situational_ethics]

So he was taller than Aahz. So what? So were most Demons. "Enemies even to extinction? You really sure that's the card you want to play now?" he scratched his chin. "You see, as near as I can tell, we're both in the same boat at the moment. Whatever issues you have with Pervects, right now? I'm your best bet of surviving and finding a way home. After we're home, we go our separate ways. Then you want to get yourself killed going after Pervects? Your funeral. But situational ethics. In this situation you can either try and fail to kill one Pervect here, you can open your mind, and increase your chance of ever seeing home again. Right now, I want an ale and some food that isn't already dead by the time it gets to me. I couldn't care two shakes about killing you. In fact, as you have not yet asked me to define shakes or pointed out this isn't actually a boat, I'm not even overly frustrated with you, unlike some people I deal with on a regular basis. But if you attack me? then destroying you might move to the top of my list. Capice?"

[standup_for_justice]

"Maybe if you promise not to do it again," Amelia said. "And mean it."

Okay, she couldn't force that. Well, probably not, unless Princess powers let her do that in this world. But she could keep an eye out.

[serpentinthegarden]

"Promise?"

Crowley turned up his nose and quickly shook his head.

"That's no good, demons never make promises."

This was a lie. It was more that demons only made promises when they were convenient. This was not convenient.

Re: Crowley - Good Omens

[serpentinthegarden]

That was a lot of words and most of them didn't make any sense. The only thing he could think of that comparable to this kind of magic was, ugh, Azriaphale's faux magic. 'Magic' joke powder? He remembered that stuff... the joke had been on him, left him sneezing for a week. Rain repellent hats were just hats with a fancy title. A tornado tent in a bottle just sounded like unrelated words all strung together. Bloody daggers, self cleaning swords, fire rings... fantasy.

"Uh huh... Do you have any actual powers or do you only deal in props?"

Re: Crowley - Good Omens

[serpentinthegarden]

"Please.... don't."

For a demon to use the word please it must have been a desperate situation indeed! But with how badly the lute and the kazoo playing had been he could only imagine how terrible the singing would be!

"How about you try talking to him? I'm sure you could calm him down... maybe get your lute back."

Or he could become a distraction, or better a snack. The werewolf might not be so disagreeable after a snack.

Re: Crowley - Good Omens

[serpentinthegarden]

"MMmm, must be loving this place then... with all the perfect flower gardens, perfect little houses, perfect... everything."

A tone of disgust threaded its way through every 'perfect' that was uttered illustrating how much he was loving it himself.

"Ever think about making it less perfect?"

Re: Crowley - Good Omens

[situational_ethics]

There was a roll of his gold eyes. They were working on that. Well, to be honest, he was starting to give up on that here.

"Near as I can tell, no one here has any actual powers, now do we? So not seeing how that matters. And as I have more muscle mass, sharper teeth, and sharper claws than anyone else here? Not all that concerned," he said, dryly.

Re: Crowley - Good Omens

[idiotic_bard]

He scratched his chin considering. "You actually want me to take an active role in the combat?" he asked, getting excited.

Re: Crowley - Good Omens

[mal_contented]

"Ugh," she said as he talked about the perfect everything. "Give me back my spray paint and i'll show you what perfect really looks like." She smirked. "Haven't let loose in a while."

Re: So is this journal. I have 4 icons. No worries.

[cometophobic]

The vagueness of the response left the potential results a mystery for her to play over in her mind. Marisol had a rather.... over-active imagination as it was. "That's a shame." Wait? So did that mean everyone's abilities had been sealed here? Surely not. "What would you do with your magic if you still had it?"

"I mean, I do have mastery over all the elements. If it's something worthwhile maybe I'll help you." Not entirely true, not in this form. Even if something here wasn't blocking everyone's abilities.

Re: So is this journal. I have 4 icons. No worries.

[mal_contented]

She crossed her arms and studied her. "You have your magic here? Show me."

Re: So is this journal. I have 4 icons. No worries.

[cometophobic]

The stance and command were probably meant to be intimidating- but Marisol shrugged one shoulder, and her lips drew into a satisfied smirk instead.

"I told you, when I have a reason to use it I will. Magic isn't something that should be used lightly." Her tail flipped lazily behind her.

[mal_contented]

"In other words, you're bluffing." She smirked. "Good to know."

[cometophobic]

When someone calls you out there's only one thing to do...... stick to your story. Possibly embellish it further if the opportunity arose.

"If that is what you need to believe in order to cope with your own loss..." Not that her intention was to rub it in.

"As high-level mage I'm always in high demand. I've received so many summons from nations far and wide that I simply can't keep track of them all. That's... really what I'm doing here now. I suppose you've heard all about the perils that are facing this land already?"

[mal_contented]

She threw back her head, laughing. "You've got to be what, ten? Nice try though. That lie was almost cute." She's been where you are, kid. She's done the bluff and bluster. Still does it sometimes, but only when she has a chance of fooling someone with it.

[cometophobic]

10? Try 10 Billion. Which was relatively young for her kind. She hadn't been in this form long though- no. This was new. The laughter was sharp on her ears so Marisol flattened them to try and mitigate that. Mal undoubtedly had more practice, but Marisol was trying not to be too deterred. Only one person had questioned her so far and this was not her most outlandish tale.

Besides, what did she really have to talk about without her stories?

"What makes you so sure that you're right?"

[mal_contented]

"Because that lie? I've told it. Until I was about six. Then I learned better ways to lie, better ways to get people to do what I want or to get off my case. And I'll tell you what, kid. True power? That's when you don't have to lie. You just have to be yourself. And that has nothing to do with magic."