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

[strangeandunusual]

"Neat or no, you definitely killed it." Now that the threat was gone, the topiary beast sunk its root-claws into the closest available patch of soil and settled down to a life of slightly relocated peace. Lydia moved in close to inspect the creature's corpse, not afraid at all of the puddle of whatever it happened to bleed, simply curious, her eyes wide.

"We make a good team."

always XDDD

[bigbadrose]

Rose paused and tilted her head, losing some of the character, "I'm with you on that. 'Cept there's no magic where I'm from. What about ghosts?"

[strangeandunusual]

"There's a building in one quarter that really looks like it should be haunted, but I can't get to it. Yet." Lydia frowns. "I really want to, because I bet the ghosts are lonely out there all by themselves. At least ... I know my friends would be if they had to haunt a place like that. And the magic is way different, here. The only magic I'd ever seen before this, you had to read it out of the Handbook, and even that ... I wouldn't dare do."

She realizes that the fort game is not quite as interesting as an actual conversation, and settles down, sitting on the ground across from Rose before offering a hand.

"I'm Lydia."

[smilingarmor]

Sylvando quirked an eyebrow. No, he hadn't missed the mention of an angel, one this fellow was apparently familiar enough with to know his tastes in entertainment. But he kept that to himself for the moment, instead focusing on a more immediate question. "Oh? Not a fan, is he? Or perhaps you're not?" He hadn't missed that mildly horrified look either.

"Any particular reason why?", he asked. "I mean, I know better than most that everyone's a critic, but most people at least wait until they've seen my act to decide whether they like it or not."

[smilingarmor]

"That we do, my Lady Lydia," he said, bowing theatrically in her direction.

He then took a moment to give his sword a quick cleaning on the grass before sheathing it again. Turning back to Lydia, he asked, "I must say, the topiary creature was a very nice touch. Wherever did you come up with the idea?"

[smilingarmor]

"No need," Sylvando said, assuming he meant the other third to go to the merchant. "I had a good enough time that this one is on the house, darling."

"Though really, you're not half bad," he said. "We should work together again sometime. What's your name?"

[idiotic_bard]

"Really? Gee thanks! Haley will be thrilled!" He was so happy. "I'm Elan. And most of the time I'm told I'm not half good!"

I hope it is okay poking you again, this late into things >.> But I really wanna test this kid.

[amber_angel]

IV.

Kohaku was confused. One moment Kohaku and the other has been listening to the Angel Masters tell them what punishment god had for the two Angels that had defied the rules and run away to earth for the sake of love and the next... Kohaku was here. In Cherubim form. Hearing someone talking about worms... in their ears. Kohaku turned, slow in the pudgy little chibi form to see who it was. Dark wings and an unknown voice. It looked like Heaven wasn't the only realm looking for wayward immortals. But Kohaku had bigger worries than who was coming for Kokuyo. In this form, Kohaku wasn't in fit shape to fight a devil! Even if fighting was the option Kohaku wanted. And it wasn't, the problem was... Kohaku's wings seemed to be gone.

The diminutive angel gave a gasp and stumbled back, falling flat on a little bubble butt. This was Gods' punishment for Kohaku? It was clearly day time but Kohaku was small and wingless? Being all but offered up to a Devil powerful enough to be in full form during the day? Big bright tears began to roll down chubby cheeks. Was it really so wrong to have gone to Earth? To love a human?

I hope it is okay poking you again, this late into things >.> But I really wanna test this kid.

[amber_angel]

II.

Kohaku was... more than a little confused. Yes, some angels did and could fight. But not Kohaku. And certainly not in a wingless version of a cherabium form. Kohaku was not happy being small and chubby and round. But even less pleased at being told to fight. Hearing someone wondering about tea time Kohaku glanced over then stared at the tall person with the long white wings.

Another Angel. But... tea time? The only Angel that Kohaku knew to drink tea was Madam Hisui, but that was because Madam Hisui wasn't exactly wholly an Angel anymore. But this Angel...

"Excuse me," Kohaku said, doing one's level best to be polite. "But when you say tea do you actually mean tea or just milk with some honey maybe?" Since Angels weren't allowed tea....

Kohaku | Wish | Book 4 spoilers.

[amber_angel]

IV. New arrival in the worst possible way. For Kohaku.


To say Kohaku was confused would be an understatement of immortal proportions. Like Madam Hisui, Kohaku had defied God and had fled Heaven without permission after having fallen in love with someone who wasn't an Angel like them. The Angel Masters had come down to Earth under orders to give Kohaku and Hisui one last chance to come back to Heaven, and to pass on their punishments if they refused. Madam Hisui refused and was stripped of status as an Angel Master and banished from Heaven. Which was more of a gift than a punishment, all things considered. Kohaku had turned, waiting to hear what punishment would be coming for the one who like Hisui had fallen in love and come to earth against God's commands. Kohaku's eyes closed, awaiting punishment, hoping... deep within.... that god would be kind and that the punishment would be the same. Kohaku would give anything at all to be allowed to stay with Shuichiro. Especially now that he finally had a wish that Kohaku could grant.

But the words never came. Kohaku's eyes opened slowly, then widened. No longer was Kohaku in full form with long wings flowing freely. The Angel was now in cherubim form despite the bright sun. More, Kohaku's wings seemed to be gone. And without them just standing was a difficult task. This form wasn't really meant for much use. Generally Angels only wound up in this form at night, and then only until they learned enough spells to keep their full form at all times. And Kohaku always had wings. But the worst thing of all...

Kohaku seemed to be alone in a strange place. No Shuichiro. No Hisui. No Angel Masters. No one. Alone, tiny, unable to fly, and as Kohaku soon found out, without spells. Not even a single cantrip. The small Angel plopped down on a bubble butt and started to bawl. Large sloppy tears ran down a chubby angelic face. If not for the crying., Kohaku looked like a baby doll. The sort of thing you'd pick up and give to your child. If that child happened to be a pudgy infant, Kohaku would even be of a size with the child. Which was part of why those little baby fat legs couldn't keep the Angel upright very well....

[serpentinthegarden]

Any passing thought he might have had about sleeping was well and truly banished now, replaced by others much less safe and almost certainly wicked enough to worry an angel. Slow down Crowley, not too much, not too fast...

He told himself these things but the invitation was there! Right in front of him and it was simply too much temptation for a demon to resist.

His leg directed over the angel's he moved in so there was no space left between them at all. Hip to hip, chest to chest, some what vaguely reminiscent of the wrestling deities statue in his apartment in that the only bits free of the embrace were his darkly flared wings. Aziraphale's hand had moved down, his moved up, clutching at the fabric covering the angel's back where he thought it might just stay out of trouble. And the kiss was deepened as the slightly parted lips had offered, slowly and with an appreciative sigh of delight.

Re: III

[serpentinthegarden]

"Well done, angel."

The words were spoken with a wicked laugh, quite possibly he might have, maybe, mistaken the Goddess for one of those white winged do-gooding types. Though he thought only Aziraphale really had any authority to interfere on Earth.

"You really showed him. Maybe you should run before he kills you?'

[serpentinthegarden]

It was pretty difficult to conceal that Azriaphale was an angel and he was a demon given that the magic of these worlds made it impossible to hide his wings. They sort of stood out in a crowd. So, he hadn't seen any reason to be cagey about it especially since...

"He'll try to join you!"

Spoken with the horror still in his voice.

"It would be you and him and those stupid little demeaning tricks... Ugh, the wiggly wand bit in which you just wave a stick around like it's actually doing anything or making the ball disappear by shoving it up your sleeve... And children's parties! Cake everywhere... Just do us both a favor and don't mention it!"

[serpentinthegarden]

"Ah," He smirked and leaned back as if this showed how very clever he was, "your father bought himself some where to retire to in the afterlife."

He shrugged though and finished off the last of his drink.

"I don't think it's going to have too much equity though, long term. He should... probably sell it before 2019. End of the world," Nose scrunch, "It's going to play hell with the housing market."

Sure, it's fine with me. ^^

[serpentinthegarden]

He had been looking for an angel. It was some what ironic then that he nearly ended up stepping on one as he paced around the center square trying to recall the words to that awful song that he shouldn't be trying to remember because it would get stuck in his head for the rest of the day, but ugh! He did want to recall it! It was starting to feel like one of those itches you just can't scratch.

He paced to the right, his snake skin boots barely missing the small figure on the ground, then turned with a flap of irritated wing to pace to the left only missing Kohaku this time as the fellow had fallen to the side when he landed on his tail end.

It was the soft sobbing that finally gained Crowley's attention. It sounded like a child. Wasn't in his job description to help children lost in a park but.. he looked around for the source of the crying anyway. The very last place he thought to look was on the ground by his feet.

"What're you supposed to be?"

Which was the rudest way to say hello, but demon, that is what you get sometimes.

1/2

[funnylittleclown]

Who is going to protect you? A name did come to mind admittedly but they had been separated some time ago by now and he doubted they would meet again. Hopefully they might, the universe was full of possibilities, but the likelihood was that they wouldn't. And if they did... Jamie would hardly remember him. Poor Zoe either for that matter. They had both been mind wiped by the Time Lords and sent home to their own proper time streams. Never meant to remember or travel with him again.

He naturally mentioned none of this to Rose, saying instead.

"I know I do seem like a fumbling old man but I can still look after myself."

Which earned him a well deserved mental snerk from memory Jamie. One which the Doctor found himself actually responding to with a light grimace.

"Well, maybe with a little help now and then."

2/2

[funnylittleclown]

Oh, poor girl. He let her cry as she obviously needed to but dug through a few pockets until he found a clean handkerchief. She was in luck, this one was stylishly red with white polka dots... though she might not have noticed with her head on the table sobbing. It was the most natural thing in the world to reach out to her and place a hand on her head, smoothing the hair like he might have done had any of his other friends been upset.

"It does sound like you have gone through quite a lot. I can't say I understand most of it... but it was successful. You did find me!"

His voice grew soft, trying to cushion the fact that he knew he wasn't the version of him she had been so desperately searching for.

"I... I know I mightn't be what you were expecting but the two of us can still work together to put an end to this darkness business. Then maybe we can see about getting you home. Where ever you decide home ought to be. Hm?"

The handkerchief was laid nearby so all she had to do was reach out and take it.

Michael ∞ The Good Place

[takeitsleazy]

⓵ 𝕃𝕖𝕥'𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕕𝕒𝕪

Hades' office was not what he had expected to find when he tumbled through the door, rolling across it in a ball to protect the Book of Dougs cradled against his chest. And being faced with the Lord of the Dead had been even less of a good thing. He'd screamed like a little girl, truth be told, and then pulled it together in record time. "This isn't what it looks like," he'd said, quickly. And then Hades had opened his mouth and said it looked like an idiot just screamed at him like a little girl and really, he had better things to do than play welcome wagon, but hey, whaddayagonnado, and ... Michael had realized something was pretty wrong, here.

To make a long story short too late, he was wandering onto the far end of Main Street per Hades' instructions, the large, gold-embossed brown leather book still clutched to his chest like a security blanket, his expression going through sea changes like a tide on fast forward. This place looked absolutely beautiful, and amazing, and there were so many things he wanted to explore, and experience, and learn about ... but then he saw something: A balloon Jason would have been overjoyed with, perhaps, or a hat in a shop window that Tahani would have been utterly disgusted by. Maybe it was the ice cream parlor with enough choices to make Chidi's head explode, where Eleanor could have probably spent an entire day, going through all of them just to make sure they were good.

Invariably, he'd turn around and point, beaming.

"Hey, look at that, you gu--"

His wide grin would freeze, slowly warping into a disappointed gape before his mouth closed and his eyes crinkled in a wince of true pain, as he realized that whoever was behind him was not a member of his treasured Soul Squad.

"Oh."

He can't decide if he keeps hoping they'll show up, or just keeps forgetting they aren't there. It depends on which one hurts less, and that's a tough decision.

⓶ 𝕊𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕨𝕖'𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣, 𝕞𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕒𝕪

Lessons! Lessons, he can do. He claps his hands together eagerly and helps himself to a seat on a park bench, waiting for someone to roll out the chalkboard. "Okay! So! What comes first? Are there books? Is there a syllabus? Who do I get to heckle? Because really, what you call magic is just a very intricate balance between the nine ..."

Beat.

"... dimensions." His shoulders sag as reality takes all the wind out of his brag-sails. "That I can't see anymore, thanks, Hades. Great. What's the use of bringing an Architect to a place like this if I can't actually do what I was made for? I'd have this all wrapped up in a second..."

⓷ 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖 - 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖

This is nothing, Michael thinks, looking up at the two-story Corroded that's just tossed a roasted candied walnut and pecan stand like a cornhole bag. It's just like a Neighborhood Storm, and he could have this wrapped up in a hot second.

If he had powers. Right.

"Shirt," he says to himself, plainly, then takes off his coat, draping it over a nearby trash can and rolling up his sleeves. He turns to whoever's nearest. "You need to get inside. And make sure everyone else is out of the way."

So saying, he huffs a little to himself. Wherever his humans are, they have Janet, and they have each other. They're still his Cockroaches. And he was brought here because he was needed.

"What we owe to each other," he says quietly. "Right. Just another Trolley Problem. I can do this."

The way he's looking up at that Corroded doesn't really match up to the words coming out of his mouth, though. Wow, that's intimidating.

⓸ 𝕎𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕟𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕓𝕠𝕣?

See Michael. See Michael standing in the Emporium, flitting from shelf to shelf to endcap to giant Bucket O Merch, picking up every single thing he can lay his eager hands on, grinning like a maniac. If you think he looks like he's never seen most of it before ... you'd be right. Spotting you, he holds up a bar of novelty soap shaped like A Certain Popular Character With Big Round Ears.

"Excuse me. I want to have a ... space-warming party, I guess you'd call it. I've never had my very own place before. And I want to make sure it's perfect. Maybe not Tahani levels of perfect, but at least ... good. Really good. What would you serve this with?"

Angel, meet not--quite-demon

[takeitsleazy]

Michael hadn't heard that level of pain in a while. It actually warmed his black Eternal heart a little, until he remembered that it wasn't supposed to, anymore. His hand twitched with the muscle memory of writing "humans = good" on a blackboard thousands of times under Chidi's stern tutelage, and he headed toward the sound. By the time he'd found it, he was fully convinced that concern was the way to go. He had to be better, after all, it was the only way to help ... well, everyone. He'd had to retool his personal manifesto a little since arriving (and that had meant a few days curled up in his new living space in a bright red hoodie with yellow accents and a black hood from the Emporium, with the hood up and the strings pulled tight while he sulked it out).

"Hey, there, little guy," he said, putting on his most gentle tone and smile, squatting down next to Kohaku. Michael reached into his coat and took out a pocket square that matched his impeccable bow tie, holding it out in offering. "What's the matter?"

Won't you be my neighbor?

[smilingarmor]

And see Sylvando, looking at this man with a mix of amusement and mild concern, like he strongly suspected that he was looking at someone who was at least a little off his rocker, but not in a dangerous way. "I would serve it with a bath, darling," he said. "That's a bar of soap."

[takeitsleazy]

Michael's used to directing that look at people himself, not receiving it, so he's taken aback for a moment.

"Oh."

He's used to seeing so many more dimensions than this, and one of them would have clued him in to that fact, more likely than not. Either way, he gives it a sniff.

"But it smells like fruit. Not like soap."

Ohi fellow demon

[takeitsleazy]

Michael was, to say the least, startled when he saw someone walking around without a human suit on. His eyes darted back and forth, looking for anyone else he might recognize. If Shawn or someone even higher up the totem pole had sent this guy, the Eternal Scream was just over the horizon, and he really wasn't looking forward to it. But there was every chance this guy was here for the same reason he was, so maybe it was best to take a page from Eleanor's book, and just "act casual". He walked up to Aahz and fell into step beside him, for all appearances just a middle-aged human male, about a foot taller than the demon.

"How's the maintenance on those claws? I bet it's a total bench."

[takeitsleazy]

"Actually, you took mine," Michael pants, running alongside him. "Was on my way to do it. Trolley Problem, y'know?"

Look at them, two old dudes who aren't actually old dudes, failing at sacrificing themselves for squishy humans. If he weren't actively trying not to die, he'd be intrigued. "What if we gave it something else to disembowel? Like ... Oh I don't know. A giant distraction."

[guitar_hero]

"Well, great. Now we're both out of ideas." He didn't believe in the trolley problem. Now was not the time to be concerned for the trolley problem. The giant head comes down a bit too close to them and sends up a shower of sparks.


"Yes, good. Giant distraction. Excellent idea." Note the sarcasm. "What do you want me to do? Dress in drag and do the hula?"

[takeitsleazy]

If Twelve ever told Michael that not believing in the trolley problem was an option, he'd be mind-blown. For now, however, he just threw up an arm to keep the sparks out of his hair. Protect the hair at all costs.

"Can you? I bet it'd be fantastic. I wish Janet were here, she'd be immensely helpful. And while you're throwing shade, maybe throw some more at the chicken, and not at -- that's it."

He snapped his fingers, pointing at Twelve. "We can do things, here, right? Okay. Oh, it's been a while. Not usually my department."

He rubbed his hands together. "Right. Fire." Sparks flew from between his hands at the friction, and as he drew them apart and back, waves of heat roiled in the air around his palms.

"Stand back."

What spewed forth from his hands wasn't necessarily on par with, say, built-in-flamethrowers, but it was enough to get in the dire chicken's eyes and make it think twice about what it was doing.