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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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He shrugged, not saying out loud that he couldn't anyway. Even if he still had his demonic powers causing a human to spontaneously burst into flame wasn't any fun at all. Some other demons enjoyed things like that, he personally found it too much. So he just didn't say anything about that at all, she wasn't scared, ok, moving on!

"Your dad bought a haunted house?"

This was said with a wry smirk, as the topic of her house was much more interesting anyway!

"Most humans prefer to avoid those when they can." Still smirking, "Found it as relaxing as he had hoped it would be?"

Yeah, no, she wasn't fazed.

She just hangs her head morosely. It kills her all over again.

"My mission wasn't to find him. It was to find help to stop the darkness. He was the only one I thought who even could know anything about it, but now I know better. My mission was to stop the darkness... so yeah. If I didn't... If I don't..." a hiccup and she starts crying again. Deep breath. "If I don't do that... if I don't fight the darkness, if I just ignore it, to keep looking for him... even if I did find him again, I couldn't look him in the eye, he wouldn't be proud of me, he'd probably be really disappointed and angry...."

She looked up at the sky. "And might not forgive me, even if there was anything left to go back to."

Rose was really mixed up. Half of her wanted to crumple into a ball and cry her heart out. Back to the day she realized she was stuck in Pete's Universe. "I thought Bad Wolf meant I could get back to him, but maybe it's just where I'm supposed to be. Some things are bigger than just... who you're with." A bitter laugh through the tears she wiped off with one hand. "I do not relish my Mum's bloody 'I told you so.' She'll be relieved, and that's even worse, yeah?" A bitter hiccup. "I'm not useless without him. I'm not. I saved my world fine on my own. Saved him without him knowing it. And it's fine, I don't need reward or recognition, I just--"

She grinds her teeth and growls, "It'd be nice to know he won't be bloody dead, and pathetic, and hurting and lonely and--" she completely breaks down into sobbing anyway, the anger not quite enough to power over it.

Edited 2019-07-01 17:00 (UTC)

Jester... fool... having lived through the Middle Ages he saw very little distinction between the two but the word fit either way. This guy definitely reminded him of the sort of person one might be tempted to behead.

"You were a jester back on your world too?"

A head bob towards the sword.

"Shouldn't you be carrying juggling balls or standing on your head rather than a sword?"

Mores the pity that Kaiba hadn't kept his commentary to himself then. He could have kept on walking without getting into his first altercation. The first of many, he imagined. Raising his left arm, he brought the mechanical implement more into view. The disparaging remarks about his other accessories were temporarily forgotten as he first countered to defend the airplane wing

"This happens to be the state of the art in duel technology," Which might have meant more if they were back in Domino, so he proceeded to explain what that meant. "With this, and it's holographic projectors a simple game of duel monsters pushes the limits of immersion. It's as if the monsters are really there." He boldly stated his claims as if he were pitching the product at a board meeting, or to a potential consumer base. You could tell it was something he prided himself on, as well he should have been since he personally invented the thing.

Gritting his teeth at the mascot statement he fired off an retort of his own. "You obviously don't know who you're talking to." If he did then he would have chosen his words a little more carefully. "The names Seto Kaiba, president and ceo of Kaiba corporation. The only mascots I associate with at all are working for me.".

The bakery might have looked empty but that was only because a certain blood-haired duelist was hunched over pressing his face and hands onto the outside of a glass display case. Joey's gaze was transfixed on the delicious looking delicacies, as the warm scents were driving him crazy. It would only be a matter of time before he lost his cool. Since he'd been drawn here the same as everyone else it's not like he'd had a chance to scrounge up any munny or any kindhearted friends that might tolerate a little mooching. Finally, he expelled a deep sigh and pushed himself away from the food that was taunting him on the other side of the case.

Then he growled, "Dis is ridiculous! How can I be expected ta do any'ting when I haven't even had a proper meal in hours." You didn't hear that wrong. Hours. He had a fairly high metabolism, and was a chow hound. That's probably why he could gorge himself on food but it never showed.

That was about the time he noticed Crowley with the pilfered baked good too. "Hey! ... You can't just take dat."

Not having expected to meet anyone else capable of flight, Astral trailed after the dark winged stranger once he left the shop.. When Crowley reached the roof, Astral hovered a few feet away from him. Although he had no need for consuming food himself, he had witnessed plenty of humans partaking so he didn't find it peculiar. Assuming that this guy was even human to begin with. He wasn't sensing anything different about the man, but the foreign energies here seemed to be conflicting with his usual powers. It was disconcerting.

For now he was just observing, since he had no reason to believe that this man could perceive him. That would be a peculiar phenomenon in itself considering that certain conditions had to be met first before it was possible.

Strangely Astral found himself staring at the bagel, basic though it was it had some sparked new interest for him. After a moment he started to feel strange, remarking on this fact out loud. "What..... is this feeling?

His face contorted into a frown as his concern made itself known. "It's.... an odd... gnawing sensation in the core of my being." Bagel now forgotten, he leaned forward and hovered one hand over his middle. "It won't go away....". Astral was actually feeling quite alarmed by this, and it was exacerbated by the fact that he had no one to turn to. "It feels like... hollowness....". His voice wavered a little as he inspected himself, but there was no distinguishable change. "Am.... I going to disappear?". Maybe because he was cut off from Yuma and the number cards, he was about to fade from existence. The possibility had always existed before. All it would have taken was for Yuma to lose a duel involving the aforementioned number cards.

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"Pretty sure that's the opposite of what I was saying, actually," he replied dryly. "What I was saying is that there is no one universal answer or tool. But my plan is to start with basic recon. Fighting the Darkness might not be the right play at all."

he toasted with them then finished off the last of his drink. "At least it's better than the wash water they call drink on Klah. But when we get out of here we'll hit up Perv, show you some REAL booze." Then to the waitress, "be a dear and top me off?"

"That's a good point..." he said, thinking. "Do you have any magic then?"

Ever notice, Crowley, how it seems to be the good aligned people in your life that jump first to killing?

Mal... was an artist. She was working on the back layer of her work, usually green for what she had in mind, but purple this time instead. Even without other colours or designs yet it still have the impression of both a cowl and of fire. She was humming to herself as she worked, focused on her design.

She was crying again. Crowley took a defensive step back not from fear or any desire to avoid her lunging at him again but because he found himself right back in that awkward place he had been in earlier. He could try to comfort her, it is what an angel might do if they were paying attention, or walk away, which he was very much tempted to do as all this was her problem did it really have to be his? Or he could offer a little demonic advice, spread a little discord.

"Who cares if he would be disappointed in you! You ought to be disappointed in him, leaving you behind, making you chase though dimensions just on the off chance this idiot will actually have a plan. Screw him!"

Demonic advice tended to be a little less forgiving than angelic advice.

"You don't need his forgiveness. Forgiveness for what, looking for him? Trying to save a world? This guy sounds like a real prick. You're better off without him."

Hard at work then! And it was looking good, better than his tag but that was to be expected. Crowley finished scrawling his rude word in bold letters ending it with three, no four exclamation marks and an emote demon with his tongue sticking out. It was a little on the nose but... whatever.

"You're good with a spray can. I wondered if you would be or if it was all just talk."

Well... he had made a few demonic suggestions that killing might be the solution here or there, it wasn't always entirely random, but good did turn violent more often than one would think possible.

"Not anymore."

He answered quickly and without thought. Regretting the words as soon as he had spoken them but it was too late to take them back now.

"If I had my powers I wouldn't have been running from this big stupid wolf!"

"Real booze? More powerful than this stuff is it?"

Crowley smiled, thinking that a most interesting offer as the waitress kindly did as asked and bought the large demon a second round.

"If we can ever get out of here I might take you up on that I will be needing some where to go."

"That's what makes the screwdriver so perfect, it's adaptable."

As for the rest.... "Riiiiight. Any way I can help? If they really do have my cannon, I don't want anyone touching it, they'll only make things worse."

If only he had kept his thoughts to himself then he wouldn't be locked in a battle of wills with a demon who could be as much bravado as he could be. Crowley raised an eyebrow at the man in a 'are you still talking' sort of way but... grudging admitted that was interesting.

"Whaat, like VR?"

He glanced right, then left, looking at Kaiba's head.

"I don't see any glasses. Still in the very experimental stage is it?"

Technology was interesting. You never knew what sorts of ideas it would inspire. It still looked like a small wing though. Not very attractive and how heavy it must be!

"Yeaap," disinterested pop on the 'p', "People always say that when they are losing an argument. You don't know who you are talking to... I've found that is usually because they don't know who they are talking to. Anthony Crowley."

He bobbed his head down at the bear again.

"Pooh one of yours then? Hadn't you better get down there, whole mob of kids coming."

She hiccupped, blinked at him owlishly, and then nodded fiercely. "Y-Yeah!!" A fist punch in the air. She didn't need him, he needed her!! "All the worlds!!" A wolf growl of determination, casting the Doctor out of her head for now, reverting to her classic anger whenever he did let himself die, which let her push on and ignore (however briefly) the anguish.

"And I've done just bloody fine on my own!!! Which is way more than he can say!!"

A deep bad wolf huff and she smiled softly, giving him a very quick hug again, hoping it didn't cause actual pain on him or anything. "Thank you. That was perfect, Anthony."

And it was!!! Even if the Doctor showed up in front of her right that very second, she'd kick his shins for making her cry with worry again, and dying in timelines she had to prevent from becoming reality, and making her doubt everything, including whether he was even worth it (because he was, of course he was, but he still sucked too).

"Ok, that's it!"

Annoyed Crowley slammed his hand down on the roof and wheeled around to the annoying specter hovering around behind him.

"That empty feeling means you are hungry! I don't know why a ghost is out there getting hungry, you would think being dead would cure that but then demons aren't supposed to get hungry either and here we are!"

He chomped down taking an angry bite of bagel.

"I'm not sharing, go steal your own bagel!"

He not only continued to take the bagel he decided to lick it, looking to the boy who had tried to stop him with a 'what are you going to do about it' expression.

"No one is here and it's one bagel... I don't see the harm do you? Besides I can look the other way while you grab a few things. You haven't eaten in hours I heard."

II. "Accio Book!" The wand fizzles and the book remains where it was. "Well, that didn't work." He throws the wand over his shoulder. "There's got to be a way to get this moving. It's been a while since I did prestidigitation, but let's see what this does." He points the sonic at it, then peers at it. "Oh, now you're a dud too. Great. Just what I wanted today. Just what I needed. I'm not big on this magic business I can tell you that." He considers. "Used to be."

III. "Okay... Think Doctor, think thinkity think." He flexes his fingers and there's a tremendous screeching roar from the big bird thing that sends people scattering. "You have no weapons, no armor, no TARDiS, not even a sonic. People are fleeing in panic and about to be very much eaten by a giant, cross, chicken dinner. What've you got in your arsenal? It must be something!"

He looks at his hands back and forth and groans. Then comes running up to the bird thing and waves his arms.

"Oi! You up there! You're looking hungry! I'll have you know that I am jam packed with nutrients!" The bird's beak slams into the ground inches away from him, sending up a shower of sparks. "I hate it when my plans work."

Cue him tearing away from giant hungry chicken as fast as he can. "New plan. New plan. You! Over there! Do you have any ideas before I'm disembowled?"

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"Yes, hello, trying to have a private think without someone shouting: That's the void! Don't go there!' In a very familiar..." He peers at her. "Never mind. Have an nice day." Down the clock tower he goes. Nothing to see here except his hearts beating double time and a curse untranslatable in several languages running through his head.

"Oi you! Get back here!!!" She tries to grab his coat, but blimey he's fast!!!

So she takes a shortcut.

Shortcut.

As in, using the rope she'd gotten, to abseil down the side of the building wall outside. And she thought she was useless.

And then she waits right outside the door for him to run out. So she can trip him!

Look, it's all he can do to run down those steps let alone trying to run back up them. Anyway, getting back here produces an almost Pavlovian Response in him to run faster. And he does. Only to startle as she's by the door which is fine because then he goes flying over her foot and staggering along windmilling a bit until he catches himself by barking his elbow against a statue.

"What did you do that for? When someone is running away, it's polite to let them."

"It's impolite to barge in on someone having a mo' alone in the first place! And to throw random mysteries at their head! And to swan off ignoring any damage!!" Bad wolf huff.

.... "Alright. Fair point." He gently takes her by the upper arms, not quite at all even really meeting her eyes but close enough by a microscopic hair so the sentiment is still the same.

"I'm sorry for causing damage. There there. You will be just fine." Head smooch.

"Now...see you on the flip side." Swan off attempt number two.

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