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.

Comments

Re: IV

[serpentinthegarden]

He did groan as the third most annoying song in the universe was sung but it could have been worse, it could have been the second and the hills could have been alive with the sound of...

"Good thing your mom isn't here to overhear you butchering her favorite musical."

The demon flexed his wings as they were mentioned. It wasn't at all common to have humans actually see those things. Usually he kept them hidden from view much as he tried to do with his golden snake-like eyes. Thankfully he had at least been able to keep the shades.

"No idea what you are talking about. I've never seen anyone who looked like me and I certainly don't have a brother."

Not in the actual sense of the word.

"I'm Anthony J. Crowley."

A very human, very normal name... probably would have allowed him to fit right in with this world if it weren't for the wings.

"Who... did you say you were?"

[bigbadrose]

[This, somehow, manages to make Rose even more wolfish.]

[Hackles raised, hair on the back of her neck on end, the works.]

[Now she really wants to fight. But like a wolf, she knows she'll get her keister completely kicked in a confrontation with a cunning killer... err... angel?]

[The fight goes halfway out of her. Angels are real now, huh?]

You don't have any friends, do you? This isn't your universe, and you've never been in a situation like this before. Can you really afford to pick fights with your own allies against the Darkness?

[She might be saying this to herself though.]

Re: Crowley - Good Omens

[situational_ethics]

"Yeah. I'll believe that when I taste it."

Re: 1

[situational_ethics]

"Yeah, but if I had my stuff back, I could get us help," he growled. "One of the missing things? My D-hopper!" he roared.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[no he doesn't. Not really. One hereditary enemy and that's about it. But an angel does not need friends. They are meant to be above that sort of thing. Able to go on going on and so forth]

You started it.

[and she did. He hadn't been doing a thing but being miserable and she came along to make it worse]

Re: 1

[bigbadrose]

Rose nodded. "Dimension-hopper, yeah? My Dad made some, but we sealed off the universe to try to keep out the monsters, only the darkness started fraying the edges. The hoppers still don't work again, but I modified mine into a cannon, and localized it on repelling the void stuff, so it would try to expel me from his universe... dimension. 'S how I got here. I dunno that the people running this err... plane did you call it? I like that. More than universe, it sounds more... direct." A shrug. "I don't think they took it. I think it got stuck on the way over, and the only way to get it back... yanno... is to fight the darkness into spitting it back out. You ever have your hopper eaten by a black hole? That's what happened to my friend's ship. TARDIS. Time and Relative Dimension in Space. But he got her back, by fighting the black hole. Sounds mad, but it's true!"

[bigbadrose]

Well, of course I did! I'm human! And the only people I could even talk to for the last year thought I was a bleeding ghost.

What's your excuse?

[That snark cool down didn't last long, did it?]

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Good fun, he says. Aziraphale doesn't see much fun about it. Oh he likes camp and costumes as much as the next... the next...gentleman, but it's one thing to get costumed and it's quite another to pick something out for someone else. It had taken him long enough to get the gardener and that was only because he was reminded of a hilarious skit he'd seen one day while popping into Wales for some Picau ar y maen.

He glances at the costume and-- it looks like something a demon would pick out honestly.

"It's very cloak and dagger. I'm not sure I can pull it off, but I suppose it will have to do."

As for Crowely... He has no idea. Finally he picks out something that could be called the exact opposite of cowboy chic, so far opposite, in fact, that it's near crossing the line to being chic again, though hasn't quite reached it.

"You might have to pick your own, dear."

Roy needs it. Glad Crowley wouldn't ever meet Belkar. Too evil for even him >.>

[idiotic_bard]

"You mean we all have the same initiative?!" Well that made things confusing. Seeing the monster spin to go after Crowley, he had a rare idea! "We can make it dizzy!" He started playing again. "Confuse confuse confuse the stupid monster!" he sang.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

That must have been horrible for you. [he can empathize in a way. He's expected oft times to act like a ghost, drifting into and out of the lives of humans. He's gotten used to it of course, but it's rather difficult to form any lasting attachments. Not that he can, human lifetimes being what they were]

I'm sorry for what you've been through. I truly am. [and he is. he can understand loneliness]

[mal_contented]

"What? You didn't want to have fun too?" she asked, kicking a can so that it flipped up. She caught it neatly, finger on the nozzle.

4

[smilingarmor]

As it happened, Rose wasn't the only one with a preference for high places at the moment. Sylvando had expected to be alone at the top of the clock tower; there wasn't much to see up there, aside from the view of the world below, and he'd figured that it would be a good place to get away for a few minutes to think. But that thought went right out the window when he emerged onto the ledge and heard someone crying.

It only took a moment to locate the source of the sound; a young blonde woman curled up nearby weeping into her knees. He didn't even need to think before moving to her side; he might not know her, but what sort of knight would he be if he left a lovely damsel in such obvious distress?

"Aw, honey...", he said quietly as he approached, bending down a bit to speak to her. "I'm sorry if I'm intruding, and I won't ask if you're alright. But is there anything I can do to help? I hate to see such a pretty face looking so sad."

Re: IV

[bigbadrose]

Rose made a face at him.

"Keep it up and break the arrangement," she warned.

But her mirth faded.

She finally found allies in the fight, and yet she never felt so out of place. Looking for something familiar, anything to latch onto. Not even in hell had she been so far away from everything she'd ever known. And at least there she still had the Doctor. It was easy to talk about never seeing her Mum again if her best friend was with her and she had to be strong for his sake, having lost his TARDIS, the last remnant of his people aside from himself. Rose figured it must feel like this but even worse for him constantly.

"No one. Just a ghost," she started to walk away.

She was willing to fight, but what did she even bring to the table here? Knowledge? Experience? It was those very experiences that were the reason she had stopped trying to befriend everyone. Her name should be safe enough here, if anything, it seemed like her codename would be more troublesome, but what was the point? Rose Tyler was dead in one universe, and being an heiress with an inventor father didn't really make her a superhero -- at least, not without help. Well, she had that now, didn't she? Maybe not.

Re: 1

[situational_ethics]

He rubbed his forehead. Never thought he'd miss the kid's dumb dragon, but right now he was wondering if this girl would keep talking through a mouth full of dragon spit. Of course with his luck, Gleep would fixate on him instead.


"If your dad made some, and you modified yours, what do we need for you to build me one to get me back to Deva?"

[bigbadrose]

No, don't be.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't be--

[Just hides her face hard and starts heading off.] I'm skiving off and getting tea. Enjoy your boring lecture on how to tie your shoelaces, angel.

Re: 1

[bigbadrose]

"We don't." Eyeroll and stare like he's daft. "You have to fight to get it back."

2

[mal_contented]

Bad wolf, huh? Well at least she wasn't the only VK, even if she had no clue who this other woman was. Mal rolled her eyes and leaned back in her seat, crossing her ankles and resting her hands behind her head. She needed to get her hair dyed back to purple. Every time she saw another blond since arriving here, she got more and more disgusted. With them and herself.

"Look, every class has a trick to it, find the trick, and ideally a good spell to fiddle with time, and you can pass. I mean, not much else to do here but learn how not to die, so that helps." She made a face at her.

Re: 1

[situational_ethics]

"Wow, really drank the kool-aid, didn't you?"

[bigbadrose]

That's a first.

In a very long time. The last time anyone had seen her cry was her parents after the worst day of her life, when they kept trying to get her to snap out of it and come back to the land of the living.

Rose focused first on breathing and calming down. "'m sorry," she laughed, through sobbing tears. "I was so happy to be here, but then just...." every bit as overwhelmed and out of place as the end of the world, but without even the knowledge of how to get back, and without the Doctor to pick on and latch onto and --

Deep breaths.

"My name's Rose, Rose Tyler. You ever been dimension traveling before?"

[bigbadrose]

A wry grin, she knows she's trying to help. "I've got the not-dying thing mastered, thanks," and how. She gestured broadly.

"It's everything else. My universe doesn't have magic. I promised the most important person to me not to fight, and I couldn't even do psychic stuff without his help, and others literally goin' into my brain to sort it out like radio waves or something, and even now, I can't reach him back, so I don't know how I could touch anyone else like that, yeah?"

She rubbed her face with a hand. It was all so stupid. Mickey became a top Torchwood agent, Rose's entire career was defender of Earth and other dimensions, but stick her in a classroom; and she couldn't feel more useless. Exactly like that sixteen year old, dying inside, begging anyone at all to save her, even when it led to absolute disaster because the first bloke to come along to do that only made it worse. And what if Rose made the darkness worse? At least if she could follow the chain of Bad Wolf, the message to herself, she'd have some more direction again, just like her stepping stones across universes.

Re: IV

[serpentinthegarden]

"Awfully noisy for a ghost!"

He called after her before giving into curiosity and seeing where the lady was walking off to by boldly following her. One couldn't exactly sneak or lurk after her with these huge wings. Stealth was out, they would give him away every time.

"This your world then? Ghost world, or something? I've heard there is a house here with 999 of your kind in it."

He wasn't fooled of course. Having lived among her kind for eons he knew a human when he saw one. A depressed human, or a lost one, really this was angel territory but there was no one else around. Crowley ventured into uncertain ground asking a question that just might have held a touch of concern.

"You lost him? This guy who looks like me?"

Re: 1

[bigbadrose]

A snort.

"Are you so weak you'd let even magic-wielding humans manage to confiscate your materials and wipe your brain into forgetting it?" a sneer.

[serpentinthegarden]

He snorted at Aziraphale's indecision. All these costumes, the angel could suggest he dress as anything from a Princess to a Fairy and he chose the one outfit that looked like something out of a Vogue magazine.

"Picking my own defeats the purpose, you know what I'd pick..."

He thumbed the last outfit Aziraphale had had his hands on and agreed this would probably have been it.

"I'd loose the tie, bow ties only look good on angels, but I probably would have picked this."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[well he certainly can't let her go off like that! He sends a glance to heaven, asking for patience and then closes his eyes and forgives her and this whole thing. It is not worth dwelling on. Human lives, short as they are, a grudge is not worth holding]

Surely there is room for two?

[he won't accompany her against her wishes]

Re: 1

[situational_ethics]

"Magic is a potent tool. Don't let the wielder fool you. One of my apprentices one time became the royal court magician to a besieged kingdom knowing less than a handful of spells, and those not even well. Taught him two or three more in the limited time we had to meet the army that was trying to destroy the kingdom we just got hired on to protect. Kid stopped the largest army his dimension had seen in a thousand years with a few spells and even fewer friends."

He was still in shock over that one, but to a stranger? He was going to boast it like Skeeve was the greatest ever. His reputation was good for business, after all. "In the right hands even a single spell can take out any opponent. And it's hardly like I'm an unknown entity in many Dimensions, especially Deva where most of the guilds that would be hired to take out someone like me could be found. In fact, old drinking buddy of mine? One time he stripped away a fellow Demon's magic. All of it, gone in a flash, stranded him weaponless and magicless in a low tech backwarder for nearly a hundred years." Wait, years? Months? Days? Weeks? Ah, he could never keep track of Kladish time. "With a simple summoning spell and a handful of joke powder. dime a dozen pounds on Deva. Never underestimate the combination of a little magic and a cunning mind."