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Character Meet and Greet
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.
Magica De Spell | Disney Comics
[THIS IS BULL-PLOP. She could care less about ~imagination~ and ~wishes~, this is getting in the way of her plans back home! The sooner she can get back, the better, but it's a little difficult when her potions, wands, foof-bombs, etc, have been taken away.
Time to get them back - at at least a wand - so here's Magica, yanking down the collar of a poor Cast Member and snapping in their faces.]
Get me a wand, NOW! You want me to be ANY good here, don't make me wait!
[Come to the CM's rescue or just mock? Ain't gunna judge.]
B - Snuff Out The Light
[Yay, she has a weapon! Boo, she has to relearn magic all over again. To reinstate, THIS IS BULL-PLOP.]
Why do I need to practice? I am a sorceress, I've been doing magic since I hatched! If anything, I should be teaching people.
Watch, this nonsense is easy.
"Mixi malxi mulxi margret, make that sword hit the target!"
[Now the problem here is that back home in nonsense comics word, she's completely allowed to get away with using made-up words. Not so much here - the sword she aimed at levitates... then goes FLYING EVERYWHERE, trying to find a target.]
... Uh-oh.
C - Be Prepared
[All right, fine, if she has to help... she tries to think, eyeing her weapon.]
I can't really trust this new magic... Especially on myself. If we need to get rid of these things... We need as much help as we can get.
[Guess who's making an excellent target?
YOU, BUDDY.]
All right, take to the skies and do something about this!
[That's all the warning you get before she aims a Flying spell at you! Hit or miss?]
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[This place makes Malcolm's skin itch but he couldn't exactly put his finger on why. Malcolm didn't mind the whole magic thing...the whole not being dead anymore thing, but it just did. Malcolm wasn't a hero by nature but if they needed heroes why was he here? He sighed as he explored it was another way of admitting how weird his life had gotten.]
II. Bibbi Bobbi Boo....wait what?
Malcolm knew magic, considered it an old friend even. But this magic was like nothing he had ever dealt with before. He liked it though. He was a man who considered his mind his strongest weapon and while his imagination was a bit out of practice he enjoyed the challenge of trying. Embracing his role as a dark prince he was using a sword to channel his power aiming it at a target as the power itself shaped into what he was calling a shadow arrow. He watched it closely as it struck where he aimed smiling in pleasure as it hit the bullseye. "It's not perfect but it's a start," he muttered to himself.
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Crowley - Good Omens
He snaked forward, his large black wings folding themselves up neatly behind him as he entered the Holly Jolly Bakery and glanced quickly around. Empty. The store’s owner was as missing from the counter as it had appeared they were from glancing in through the window on the street.
It was an odd feeling actually being hungry. He knew humans had the feeling, that urgent nagging sensation that told them when it was past time to eat, but as a demon he had never experienced it. Crowley had only ever eaten recreationally before, because it was fun and food was tasty. This was new, unwelcome, and making him a touch desperate. His stomach growled, actually GROWLED, loudly enough to be heard and he reacted by reaching over the counter to snatch a bagel. You knew it had to be an emergency situation to steal a plain old bagel without first toasting it and adding jam or egg, or some of that fancy cheese an acquaintance of his enjoyed so.
Master theft completed he escaped the business and flew up to sit on the roof of one of the buildings, a place he deemed more suitable to eating a dry stolen bagel than the very open and easy to reach park benches below.
III - The monster roared and ripped one of the benches off the ground sending it crashing into the nearest plate glass window while Crowley from his elevated perch on the roof whistled appreciatively. Breakfast on the roof, wonderful idea!
“Who knew there would be beasts like that one during Armageddon? Beasts, yes... one beast in particular... but I don’t remember stories of him bringing along his werewolf friends.”
Which was odd but maybe the invasion of the werewolves was one of those signs of the End Times.
“I suppose it could have been stranger, it could have been aliens bringing a message of 'Universal peace and cosmic harmony an' suchlike.' ”
The werewolf-like monster’s ear twitched, then it looked up to the roof, to let out a deafening howl. Crowley felt his skin grow cold.
“It can see me... Even with my wings out it can see me...”
That wasn’t supposed to happen. What also wasn’t supposed to happen was for the monster to grab the nearest trash can and in a fit of rage and frustration power launch it up at the recently breakfasted and temporarily fear frozen demon.
IV - This place reminded him of a song. Reminded in that he recalled there was such a song but the memory of the melody was completely absent. Annoying as all get out that song! It wasn't the lease bit irritating that he couldn't recall the tune... that he believed was something of a, dare he think it, blessing. But, the song itself was annoying. He remembered it as a sort of ear worm that got into your mind and simply wouldn't leave.
"Odd thing, ear worms..."
Crowley spoke to no one in particular.
"They are supposed to be songs that you can't forget. No matter what you do... listen to another song, shower, have a meal... as soon as you've done the song is back... ear worming you into insanity."
He fluffed his wings as he looked out over this foreign world.
"So why can't I remember it?"
Maybe it was a little irritating.
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1 - Sorry for the total lack of icons.
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I hope it is okay poking you again, this late into things >.> But I really wanna test this kid.
Sure, it's fine with me. ^^
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Lydia Deetz | Beetlejuice
"Adam and Barbara would love this place," Lydia says softly, wrestling with the plastic wrapper on the disposable camera she bought at the Emporium. "Don't you think, Percy?"
The scrawny black cat at her feet twines between her ankles and yowls ferociously, as if to tell his owner that she's absolutely lost it for good this time. Ghost friends are one thing, but loving being zapped to another world is a different matter entirely. Nothing smells right and he just wants his windowsill.
"Oh come on. It's not that bad. If you don't want to stay with me, I can put you back at the apartment."
She reaches down to scoop him up, but he pounces for a stray piece of popcorn and bats it, chasing it down the street. "Always food with you," Lydia sighs. "You couldn't have found something useful and magical, like a tool, now could you..."
2. All We Wanna Do Is Hear That Sound
Lydia's getting a little fed up with being a magician. She's found herself a wand, but nothing she's doing is working, despite her most imperious or graceful swish-and-flick ... and all she's trying to do is move a barrel.
"Ooooooh." She makes a face, losing the last of her patience as she shakes her wand at it in quick succession. "Move, move, MOVE!"
To her great surprise, it takes three tiny hops backwards.
"I did it!"
3. Why Does It Have To Be...
The Corroded monster is an enormous, shadowy cobra. Of course it is. Lydia has the thought that she'll never be rid of snakes. Even knowing the trick to her magic isn't going to do much, though: the thing is huge, and her few parlor tricks aren't going to cut it. She looks around for the nearest remotely capable person and tugs at their sleeve, pointing at the Corroded.
"Any ideas? I can kinda throw things at it, but ... nothing big enough to bring it down. And it's getting closer to the center of the street..."
4. Room For One More
In her downtime during the daylight hours, Lydia can be found in the Bayou, at the little cafe outside the train station. She's still a little young for mint juleps, but whatever non-alcoholic beverage is the special of the day will be sitting at her elbow as she perches with her sketchbook, making roughs of the enormous, seemingly abandoned house on the nearby hill. Anyone who pauses to admire her work will be given the opportunity for a closer look, then asked, as they're perusing:
"Do you know anything about it? I heard it's where all the ghosts that come out at night are from ..."
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Are you, yourself, strange and unusual, too?
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Option 2
aaaaah yessss <3
(The Great) Sylvando | Dragon Quest XI
Sylvando walked down main street with a spring in his step and an ice cream cone in his hand, looking at everything around him with obvious delight. Really, this place was wonderful! If this mysterious creator who designed the place ever turned up, he would be first in line to shake the man's hand, and probably give him a big hug. Yes, there was still work to be done and there was that whole nasty 'Corrosion' business they'd been called here to deal with, but really this was just the sort of place he'd always dreamed of building himself back home; a venue from which he could make the whole world smile.
He would need to hit up the weapons shop a little later, but right now? It was far too lovely a day to be wasted thinking about such things. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the ice cream was positively delicious, and... ooh, were those souvenir hats? They looked so adorable!
Apprentice Class!
Well now, didn't this bring back memories? All that was missing was his Papi standing off to one side with a serious expression directing things. Hopefully in a place that was all about imagination, though, the practice sessions would be a little less dull.
He drew the slim, elegant sword from the scabbard on his belt, standing ready to begin. "Well then, darling, let's begin," he said. "What will it be first, hmm?"
Look out!
Well there was an all too familiar sight; people fleeing from a monster that was threatening them. True, it wasn't quite the same as the sorts of beasties they got back home, but he suspected that the method of dealing with it would be much the same. He drew his sword, jumping up on a convenient barrel to call out to the monster. "Oh no you don't, honey," he said. "Unless you want to be carrying those claws home in a bag, I suggest you go home and stop bothering these nice people."
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Aziraphale | Good Omens
II. [he is standing on the sidelines at Apprentice Class, hands folded in front of him and looking rather uneager about the whole thing. He supposes he should be practicing but he wasn't even fond of the sword when he had it. And the whole thing is a bit of an exercise in futility if you ask him. There has to be a better way of resolving this situation than hitting it with something, be it stick or magic.]
It must be close to tea time by now. [he says this half to himself and checks his fob watch only to find that only ten minutes have passed. He sighs, wings ruffling a little. He misses home]
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Mal | Descendants/Isle Of The Lost Spoilers for book 3/movie 2
But first things first. Where was she? The blond hair and soft makeup might have said Auradon Princess, but the hands on her hips, angle of her chin, and studded purple leather all warned that this was not someone the faint of heart would want to mess with. She might have been freaking out, but she was far too much her mother's daughter to let anyone see that.
Alright. First thing first. Figure out where she was. Because while this place looked more like Auradon than the Isle, it wasn't quite that either. No matter what that castle might make her think. Easy enough test. Even without the spellbook there were some spells she knew well enough by now to do on her own. So she picked the first person she saw and pointed a pale finger at them, not bothering to ask if they wanted her to do magic on them. Of it worked, she was in Auradon where an apology could fix everything anyway. If it didn't she was on the Isle and too bi a fish for anyone short of Shrimpy to pick a fight with.
So. Here went everything. "Beware, forswear, replace the old with new cool hair." She made the required gestures and...
"Well that didn't work," she muttered, her target more than half forgotten already as she turned over the implications.
Sorry for the complete lack of icons. it's a wip
So is this journal. I have 4 icons. No worries.
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"Wait! Art upgrade!" he jumped to his feet. Almost failed. Didn't seem to notice. He looked down at himself excitedly, then his shoulders slumped. "Just to the background? I guess that makes sense. You don't have to draw it as often," he said, doing his duty as Bard to give the exposition new readers might need if they just stumbled across the webcomic now. It was a standard task whenever there was downtime between adventures. "But I'm still me, thin stick figure arms, three fingered hands, straight line sw... where is my sword?" His mismatched eyes went wide with little lines around them to show his alarm.
"Um, excuse me, someone forgot to draw my sword! I mean, I know, I'm supposed to draw my sword, but how can I draw my sword if no one has drawn my sword?" He looked at the nearest person. "Do you know how many good puns I am wasting, with no sword to get my point across?!"
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Aahzmandius | M.Y.T.H. Series | Spoilers potential for whole series, Canon point TBD
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A scaled hand that had both webs between the fingers and sharp claws for nails dragged down a green face. "And where am I now?" he growled., His voice was not a kind one. At all, and the sharp teeth that showed from between what passed for lips were not generally comforting.
The Demon was not pleased. He was less pleased when he realized that every magical item he had been wearing or carrying was now gone. Which left him in loose pants and a linen shirt. He tried to cheer himself up with the thought of how much worse it would have been for Massah had she arrived here without her magical items, but it was a thin comfort at best. Unlike the Jhak in question, that was.
Aahz shook himself from his thoughts. He could be all pensive and broody later. First thing was first. He had to get off the streets, then do recon. He wasn't sure what dimension he was in, but it wasn't Perv, and that meant that he could cause a panic, just by walking down the street. His people were feared, and like most of his race, he generally worked to increase and use that fear. But when practical jokers kept summoning him to unknown Dimensions without his powers, being a Pervect alone could be dangerous. Generally more dangerous for the natives, but there was some chance that one of them might land a lucky blow.
Aahz wouldn't be considered impressive looking were one to judge on size alone. He was short, only topping five foot if one counted the horns on his head. He was, as Pervects were, utterly hairless, and covered from clawed feet to pointed ears in green hard overlapping scales. Fingers and toes had more webbing between them than Khlads did, than most non-aquatic humanoids did, really. And each of those digits ended in a sharp and nasty looking claw. Add the lean but muscular body that lent to compact more than small, the golden eyes, and the aforementioned very sharp teeth and you had someone who could inspire fear even in those who didn't know his species.
Those who did? Would probably rightly guess that he was someone who had been educated in both weaponry and magic, and that he could kill most living creatures without bothering to use his hands. Aahz himself had been stripped of his magic by a practical joke some years ago, but it hadn't stopped him from being deadly. And it wasn't just swords and knives, though he was skilled with those.
It was his mind. And that was the thing most other Demons forgot when they were afraid of the Pervects. It wasn't their magic, their martial skill, their brute strength, their claws, their fangs, their admittedly horrid breath that made them so dangerous. It was their keen intellect. And his was working a mile a minute, scouting out potential hiding places that would allow him a decent veiw of the street.
Spotting the closed down train station, he headed for it. As much as he wanted to get out of sight NOW he did not run or skulk. Better for the locals to fear him than to think him an easy mark. it wasn't that he had an aversion to killing, but he didn't know the penal system here yet, and didn't have a way out. What kind of example would he be setting for the kid if he went and got himself arrested and needed to be rescued before seeing if that was actually the smart play? After the grief he'd given Skeeve and Tananada over getting arrested in Jahk, he needed to play it smarter than that. The problem with both apprentices and friends was that they tended to have long memories only for the things one wanted them to forget.
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Reasonably assured he wasn't going to start a mass panic, Aahz showed up to training. He had procured himself a sword, some throwing knives, and some sort of odd vest with too many pockets. He stayed to the back, listening to the spiel about spells with interest. But he had been told only one class at a time. IT had been a hard choice.
They wouldn't be his powers, per say, but the chance to get his hands on magic he didn't have to buy off a market stall was appealing. But on the other hand, these people were only teaching one skillset at a time. And it made the most sense to stick with weaponry first, then reclaim magic. And besides, it amused him no end to think of a bunch of Khlads - for most of these people seemed to be Khlads - having to call him a hero. Wait till THAT got around the Bazaar!
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Fenton Crackshell | Ducktales '87 | Canon point TBD, PROBABLY post-series (both Ducktales + DWD)
Once Fenton had learned about the need for money in this place, he'd gone into the bank to set up an account. One didn't stay an accountant for the richest duck in the world without learning a few key things (even if it practically took beating it into his head - literally - to get some of those lessons to stick). Only having about $10 US dollars on him, though, didn't amount to much. So he'd put 2 'munny'... (seriously, what a weird term) in the bank, and kept 2 munny for any immediate spending he might need. Coming out of the Main Street Bank with a perturbed expression on his face, he leaned against a lamp post and crossed his arms in front of his chest.
"We're the ones that got called here to fix this big ol' mess. They should be paying us for that, instead of us having to get jobs to pay for stuff here!" he grumbled to himself. Yes, he was aware of the various free options available, but they were still limited, and if he needed anything other than food and a place to sleep...
His irritated expression melted into a tense and tired one, as he slumped against the lightpost, covering his eyes with a hand. He REALLY didn't look forward to the idea of having to find a new job, with all that entailed. He knew he'd been incredibly lucky landing the job (two!) for Mr. McDuck. He doubted anyone here would be as patient with him. All these businesses already seemed completely established; did any even need an accountant? (And security guard was completely out of the question! Fenton shrunk even more as he thought about his suitcase that he'd shoved under his bed, back at the free hotel. He didn't want to think about... that, right now. Right now there were enough problems to worry about).
Taking in a breath, he squared his shoulders and stood up straight, thrusting one arm enthusiastically into the air. "Of course people will need an accountant, here! Get it together, Crackshell. There'll be a ton of new people arriving, needing to buy stuff, so the business will need MORE staff, so there's your opportunity right THERE!" he shouted into the air, in an attempt to bolster his confidence.
II. Practicing spell casting
Fenton never thought he'd bring back "The Great Crackshello, Magician Extraordinaire"... but here he was. Okay, he didn't have the grey suit or the classic white-tipped black wand, and the whole thing only had been just a set-up to showcase one of Gyro's inventions to Scrooge, but... he was getting off-track, here. Here he was, with a real wand, about to attempt real magic.
Swallowing thickly, Fenton lifted his wand, and wiggled it in the air. "Umm... By the spirit of the great Houducki... ahhh.... make this spell turn out lucky?"
For a moment, nothing happened... then Fenton was showered in a curtain of four-leafed clovers. That had actually worked! He rubbed his chin in thought as he studied the mound of clover he was now standing in. "Well... that didn't go as bad as it could have. Guess it did turn out lucky, after all... hoo hoo hoo!" he said with a grin, giggling.
III. Monsters, oh my!
It was one thing to be told about the monsters threatening this place, and it was another to actually SEE one. Fenton felt his heart drop, a cold fear taking hold in his chest. What he wouldn't give to have the Gizmosuit actually work, and to have it right now. He felt naked and vulnerable without its protection. But in this place it was little more than chunks of useless metal, and all he had to defend himself was a flimsy wand, and his own wits. (And no cracks about going into battle unarmed!) All the doubts that nested in Fenton's mind reared their ugly heads. He wasn't a true hero. It was the suit that made him heroic, not Fenton himself. Fenton Crackshell was nothing, a nobody, a wimp. There was no way he could do anything about this! Him being here was just a huge mistake!
The corroded beast roared as it stomped through the plaza, knocking benches and trash cans about. Mustering up what little, shaky resolve he had, he took a step foward, raising his wand. "Hey! Didn't anyone tell you it's against the law to litter?! And it's rude, besides...! Now... now go back to where you came before I teach you some manners!"
God, he hoped his bravado would be enough to turn that thing away.
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[Come up with your own prompt to interact with Fenton!]
OOC: [This is a brand-new character and a very shaky voice test for me. Trying to see if I can get his voice down/play the character...]
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The Black Cauldron | Princess Eilonwy
"Let's see..." she mused to no one in particular, "Well... I guess... Oh.. OH, I don't know." she finalized with a light huff.
II. Healing, huh? She wasn't too good at traditional home work. It wasn't as expected from a Princess as others. She could certainty try, but she only stood looking down at her hands - thinking.
How did one even start?
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Rose Tyler | Doctor Who
She wondered idly, flitting about everywhere, if London in either the Doctor's Universe, or Peter Tyler's ever would get their own version of Disney world. Oh sure, they talked about it all the time, but surely by the year 2330 or something, Disney would own the whole world and an amusement park like this would be the only way to keep people from rebelling and still working in those nine-to-five shifts. Rose knew, she'd been one of them.
"Can we take this stuff home safely? I mean, when there's still a home to go back to and everything's stabilized, yeah yeah, but I mean, it's really tricky between the universes, innit? And I had trouble just getting my clothes to come with me on my first few dimension jumps, because they didn't have any void stuff clingin' to 'em, so I had to rig a thing to actually douse 'em, -- annnnnnnnnnnnd you have no idea what I just said. Right, yeah, main bit:"
A deep breath, like the big bad wolf about to take a pig-house-blowing-huff.
"Can we take this back to our universes, d'you reckon? Because I should really get Mum something." Although that also left the question of what, given how thoroughly unimpressed Jackie was by the weather sphere. And then the blonde trails off, all the hyper excitement drained out of her, as if by a vampire. "If I ever see her again or go back there..." a long deep thoughtful frown before she realizes where she is, what she's saying, and that she isn't talking to herself and that people can actually see and hear her again, and she purposely brightens up. "Maybe one of those toaster ovens that make designs? Bet Tony'd get a huge kick out of that!"
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suckers and [Redacted by Disney]Sorcerers.Every last ounce of Rose's enthusiasm goes out the window
the window, the second story windowwhen she realizes she's expected to study. And not just study, but perform magic, or fight. Fighting she can do! She loves fighting! ... Unfortunately her idea of fighting is not in any way physical or the kind of thing she can duplicate. Even as a Torchwood agent, she'd refused a gun, trying to live up to the ideals and the morals of the Doctor, who in turn, seemed to live by the Hippocratic oath, even if he wasn't from Earth.Okay!!! Light fights darkness!!!!
And.....????
So Rose has a torch {flashlight}, books, because... knowledge is power??? And a bucket. She defeated a monster once with a bucket!!! Okay, it was more what was in the bucket, but you never know when a bucket could come in handy!!
"I don't suppose anyone knows where I could get a sonic screwdriver, or a lightsaber yeah?" she asked quietly, oh so hopefully, and absolutely dreading the lack of answer. And then she just groans in complete and total frustration, "Not like it'd do me any good, he specially modified it himself..."
So she hides under a desk and table, making a blanket fort, reading by torchlight, and trying to remember what Walt Disney always said about magic.
"Bad Wolf, bad wolf, come on, there must be something..."
3. Who's afraid of the big bad wolf? Tralalala not I.
Rose doesn't fight the monster. She doesn't rush to protect it either, she just quietly watches the situation and how everyone else handles it without comment at first. Monsters can't be reasoned with, that was the difference, and sometimes not all people could be either. She isn't sure what to feel about it. What to make of it either. Actually she feels pretty disconnected from the scene. Oh, she absolutely rushes about making sure no one gets hurt, and they're safely out of harm's way, and she'll rush in the second anyone trips up, but it's not like she knows how to banish them. It's been a long time since she was truly out of her element.
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your father, mother... not related to you, but look!Rose climbs the highest clocktower she can, thinking a lot of Big Ben throughout this. It should be around somewhere, right? If just for Peter Pan? She could use a bit of pixie dust right now, as unlike Big Ben, there is not a huge stair system she can just energetically jog her way up through. But she makes it, perches there, and thinking she's all alone dramatically proclaims in a deep voice quoting something:
"Look Simba. Everything the light touches is our kingdom."
In her normal voice; "What about that shadowy place over there?" looking in the general direction of corroded lands.
"That's the void!! You must never go there!"
But she pulls her legs up to her chest and starts to cry. It was supposed to be funny, but somehow... it really wasn't. It made her miss the Doctor, it made her remember nearly falling into the void, and then it just made her remember everything that was in the void, and there was a good reason not to ever go there. So many really good reasons.
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Dogo | The Lion Guard
[Dogo is not really the reliable type, unless it comes to his family. But no matter how much sniffing around and searching he does, he can't seem to find any of his family here. Well no matter, they'll pop up somewhere for sure.
Despite being told what he needed to do here, all he wants to do right now is explore.
And see what's in that trashcan by a nearby restaurant, which is where passerbys will finds him, rooting through scraps of garbage can he knocked over, trying to find whatever's tasty.]
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The Doctor | Doctor Who
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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Atem | Yu-Gi-Oh!
There wasn't much about this scenario that made much sense. On the completion of his destiny, he was supposed to move on to the afterlife for a much deserved rest and to be reunited with family and friends alike- which he had, only to be wrenched away from them all once more. Only this time it wasn't to protect the world he knew from dark forces but somewhere else entirely. Somehow Atem didn't think even the Millennium Necklace could have foreseen this. That being said, as he strode down Main street in deep contemplation he was not unsympathetic. Merlin had a serious situation on his hands, especially if it meant having to look for the aide of strangers from a variety of realms.
Halting in his footsteps he surveyed the buildings stretched out before him, his cape lightly swaying in the breeze. It hardly looked like a place in the midst of a calamity what with the quaint shops lining the streets.
Rather than seeking out material or edible comforts, Atem spotted a shop that might be the most beneficial for his current needs. He turned on his heel towards a place that looked like it held an assortment of weapons. It wouldn't do to remain unarmed here, and perhaps he would at least look at their magical wares as well.
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Atem was currently facing the greatest challenge of his life.......
He stared a bit helplessly downward, towards a pile of clothes. Sure, the apartments included a free laundry service for one month but that didn't mean he should dawdle in the meantime. At some point he was going to have to figure out just how those machines worked. The situation was only mildly embarrassing, so he was trying not to draw attention to himself, and likely failing miserably. I mean, who goes to the laundry room and just stands there for an extended period of time?
It's not as if he'd even had to do his own laundry back in his kingdom either.... and the technology was significantly different....
So.. when he thought no one was paying attention to him, he would steal a glance at what the other people were doing. It looked simple enough. They were dividing the clothes into different piles, then loading them in the machines with a cupful of that powdery soap- but where were they setting the dial? Did it really matter....? Noticing all too late that someone's eyes had met his, Atem looked aside and feigned innocence.
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Chazz | Yu-Gi-Oh! GX
"Hope you realize, you'll be hearing from my lawyer!" Chazz kept his voice raised even as the door slammed in his face. "Maybe you've been living under a rock for a few centuries but the Princeton family is very influential, you can bet that no money will be spared in the lawsuit." Whomever Chazz was trying to address was unmoved as both the door remained closed, and he was still trapped here in Losertown, USA. Admittedly, he'd only listened to about half the speech, because they were the ramblings of a senile old man so he was not a bit concerned for the decay that was supposedly out there throwing the world out of balance. All he wanted was to get back to school.... of all places.
In a huff, he turned away and noticed a bit of a crowd surrounding him, with perplexed gazes. "What are you staring at, show's over!" Then he stormed off down the street.
"Can you guys believe this?" A pause. "Guys?" Still nothing. It was Chazz's turn to be completely buffaloed. "What's taking you to respond? You know I hate waiting." But there would never be an answer. The Ojama that constantly haunted him from the day he first met Ojama Yellow, were just.... gone. At first he didn't know how to feel about that. Originally he'd tried to dump that duel spirit like a hot potato passing him off to the first fool he met but things were a little different now. They kinda understood each other better now, and it was odd for them not to be here.
"Whatever, who needs them." Said dismissively as he marched on.
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"I feel like I'm back in the Slifer Red Dorms," Chazz groused, as he flopped on his bed and stared blankly up at the ceiling. "Or.... in other words, this place is a dump." Or at least it was to anyone who came from a wealthy family, and used to reside in the most prestigious dorm on academy island. Even when he was demoted to Slifer Red, for leaving the grounds without authorization he'd had his room built on as an addition. Chazz just wasn't used to something this simple. It would have to suffice, because he couldn't see himself turning the rotisserie on the corn dog wagon and what else was he qualified for? It's not as if anyone even knew what duel monsters was here, so he couldn't duel professionally like he planned.
Sitting up, he rested an arm on one knee and looked over to the empty bed. Apparently he was in danger of receiving a roommate and he was predicting that they would not get along. He'd have to put his foot down early and let the interloper know that he's already claimed the biggest dresser and the closet, not that he had that many things to fill them up with yet.
That was about the time the door creaked open. Like it or not, it was time to meet the roommate.
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Seto Kaiba | Yu-Gi-Oh!
Drumming his fingers impatiently against his crossed arm, Kaiba waited for the barista to figure out how to ring up his order. It wasn't a complicated request, so they must either be a new employee or a total incompetent, he was betting on the latter. Another moment passed, and still nothing, and Kaiba's patience was all but worn out.
"Enough, just give it to me." Said while snatching the scanner out of the other's hand. Turning it over to inspect it, he thought he spotted the problem. After some mild disassembly much to the barista's horror, Kaiba fiddled with a few wires, before putting it back together. "Now try it." This time there was no problem scanning the little bar code on the menu.
"You're lucky I'm not charging you for my services. You couldn't afford me." He had hoped he might swing a free fill up out of this, but the barista didn't see it that way. Reluctantly he forked over the oddly named "munny", before accepting the coffee cup and making his exit. The truth was while he was here he was just as broke as the other nobodies, and he needed to either find a way back to his own country, or start planning for the immediate future here. Being cut off from all of his vast resources wasn't sitting well with him. He needed this hit of caffeine to keep him going.
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Before he really had time to enjoy the coffee he'd purchased earlier, Kaiba made a couple of unfortunate turns along the street which led him into trouble. In their haste to flee someone smacked right into him and the cup was jostled from his hand. When the coffee cup landed on the ground below it toppled over with force and spilled it's scalding hot contents. "Why don't you look where you're going you big-..."
The stranger didn't stay to explain the situation and just pushed past the tall brunette and kept running. That prompted Kaiba to look forward and that was when he spotted the shadowy creature in the middle of the street snarling at a small child- about Mokuba's age. Of course, it would have to be a kid. If the potential victim had been in any other age range, Kaiba might have been able to turn a blind eye to it.
Putting his long legs into action he dashed forward, one hand reaching over to pull out his secret weapon, a trading card. In an instant he sent the multi-colored piece of paper whizzing through the air. It sliced just between the creature and the child temporarily drawing it's attention to him. "Why pick on the runt, when you could come after me?".
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Astral | Yu-Gi-Oh! Zexal
Having only recently arrived in the Magic Kingdom, more specifically Main Street- Astral was ill-equipped in dealing with this new menace. Even without his usually abilities his intuition told him that the creature was not to be trusted, there fore when it began rampaging he was not surprised. He like so many others was forced to make a strategic though hardly-dignified retreat. Although he was still able to float through the air, he was more tangible than he had ever been in his own dimension and that allowed him to get swept away in the crowd.
The passel of strangers were looking for any place they could seek refuge in, that could hold the full capacity of those who needed it. When Astral realized on where they had decided to hide, he protested adamantly. "No, not in there!" but no one was really listening to him. Trying to free himself before they made it inside, he ultimately failed. In an instant the door swung open and he was forced inside with the rest.
As a reflex he screwed his eyes shut, fearing the worst. It was already too late, though wasn't it? He had seen all these humans entering one of those magical rooms that Yuma told him about. He waited a few more moments, perplexed, because the shuffling noises around him were from larger creatures than the more diminutive rodents he'd been expecting them to turn into.
Carefully, he opened one eye, and surveyed the room. Tile stretched out along the floor, and all the humans appeared... well.... normal.
"I do not understand..." he voiced quietly, followed by, "I was under the impression that if I ever saw a human in one of these restroom areas.... they would turn into a rodent. Is... that not the truth?" Why would Yuma have lied to him about something like this? This was one confused alien.
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Floating through the line in the apartment cafeteria, Astral looked questioningly at all the available food items. He really wasn't sure which of these he should commit to his tray and later consume because he really had no experience with needing to eat. He did so hate that newfound feeling of hunger though and he wanted to do whatever he must to prevent it. Humans were a much more resilient species than he had ever realized before, seeing as they were able to endure such abdominal pain.
Spotting a pan of rice, he brightened up a little. That looked like something Yuma's grandma would have prepared all the time for her family so it was comforting to see. Scooping up the white granules he filled his plate with a great deal of them. After all... Yuma always consumed a large amount of this dish, so surely he should too.
Astral didn't add anything else to it, as he then looked for an available table to.... sit at? Or he could just avoid the chair altogether and hover by the table like normal. There were far too many new things to get used to.
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Joey Wheeler | Yu-Gi-Oh!
Did someone say corn dog stand? A bit of a chow hound himself, Joey found himself drain to the delectable scents. Sure, maybe he should be trying to arm himself or learn more about what was going on here but no. Food comes first. Besides, he wasn't entirely convinced that this wasn't a dream, or some kind of virtual reality simulation. In all likelihood he would wake up tomorrow morning, late for school as usual.
"Ya got any mustard?" Once the dog had been acquired, he strode down mainstreet chomping down his food as he went.
"I've had worse dreams, dan dis."
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Unsure of what powers this world might have given him, Joey is starting with what he knows joining a group that's sparring via hand-to-hand combat. Maybe this isn't anything to be proud of but he volunteers to get things started moving to the center of the makeshift ring.
"All right tough guys, which one of you has da guts to take on Jumping Joey Wheeler, Mmm?" He bounced from one foot to the other like he'd seen professional boxers do before on tv. Then he rubbed one fist against his nose, and grinned. Anything Joey knew about fighting hadn't been taught in an academic setting, since he came from kind of a rough background. That didn't mean that he wasn't scrappy and couldn't still put up a fight when he had to- it's just that he'd given up on solving most of his problems through violence so he might be a little more out of practice than he might openly admit.
"Just try and lay a hand on me, I'll come out on top before ya know it." He goaded the crowd, until eventually someone took him up on it.
The match began reasonably enough, both participants trying and oftentimes failing to land hits. The only real end to the stalemate came when the blond caught sight of a gorgeous girl who had just walked by. "Now.... who is da- Gfkjgkj". He muttered an oath as a fist collided squarely with his jaw. His opponent had struck with such force that the next thing he knew he lying on the ground and staring up at the sky.
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A soft, sweet sounding voice cackled
that's right, cackling sweetly, figure it out. Elongated blonde curls flailed and bounced in the air with her chortling, daintily hidden behind the back of her hand. What was she laughing at? Well, there had been a sign hanging on a nearby wall and it made for just the most lovely of targets! Giddily, Canon had hoisted up her all too large travel cannon and pointed it toward the wall, shattering it with the heavy strike of her flaming cannonball. It had made her so happy to have hit the sign that she didn't really register having utterly destroyed the wall itselfsorry.Fortunately, the cannon wielder hadn't caused any issue with the recently painted building......unless one counted the dust kicked up from the heavy attack that was likely clung onto the wet substance now. Oh well! It gave it character, right? Right.
She wasn't sure where she was. Things didn't really look all that familiar to herself and she was kind of upset that she'd lost track of Skuld and Hel; how was she supposed to
impose on themteach them about the wonders and delicacies of cannoneering if they weren't around? Hel especially seemed to be quite against the notion and Canon, being perfectly ladylike at all times, thought it might be best to teach her via displaying her amazing talentsCanon pleaseright before her own eyes!And yet... she was lost. When had she taken a wrong turn and how had she ended up in some sort of town? Weren't they heading into the woods? Hel had insisted they at least not be near her estate
againwhen firing off the oversize portable canon. Her large, red eyes took in the sign before her; reading something about apartments. What were those? Tiny homes? It said something about "living" so it must have been something to do with housing.She was bent over just slightly, reading the smaller print of the sign whilst tapping her chin with her index finger. What in the name of the Gods was going on here? "Wow, such a strange place! I wonder if they need anyone to teach their young ladies how to properly become a cannoneer?"
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Kohaku | Wish | Book 4 spoilers.
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....
Angel, meet not--quite-demon
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Michael ∞ The Good Place
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.
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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?"
Won't you be my neighbor?
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Portgas D. Ace | One Piece | OTA
Yeah, Ace has no intentions to buy supplies. It's a funny kind of afterlife, but apparently they want his help, and he's cool with that, beats not existing. Still doesn't mean he's going to buy much more than a knife and all the food he can eat. And not buy all the food he can eat.
Catch him asleep in his food, stop him from trying to dine'n'dash, or just marvel at his monstrous appetite. Surely he can't be human!
2. Firehouse.
At first, Ace was tickled that it was even a called firehouse. But quickly realizing it was for putting out fires, his enthusiasm waned instantly, doused in a flash. He did some one-armed push-ups showing off his acrobatic balance and strength and smirked looking around at all the rookies, silently wondering how many of them really could have survived the Grand Line -- although technically Ace hadn't survived it so... yeah. No judgement there.
"What no one ready to get their hands dirty yet?" a quiet mocking smirk from the shirtless upside pirate.
3. Monster
At least Ace was warned that his flames might be a little messed up at first, and with all the people around, even Ace wasn't going risk setting the whole city on fire. He doesn't even bother with a weapon though, just punches the monster in the "face," as it were. And to his horror, his arm sunk in up to his elbow. "Not good, not good!!!" he yelled, actually panicking slightly thinking of Blackbeard only, even Blackbeard took a lot of damage from punches to the face, What the fuck was this thing?!
4. Corroded Lands
Yeaaaaaaaaaah...... you know the thing they tell everyone not to do? He's gonna do it. Someone stop him.
Train Heartnet | Black Cat
Okay so Train had no idea what was going on but he'd been told he could find weapons over here? Not that anyone could replace his Hades, but if he could just find a gun he could probably make it work. For a little while. Maybe.
The important thing was that he needed a weapon. He felt weird not having one, like he had his shoe on the wrong foot or something (he didn't, he'd already checked). Anyway, he'd been on his way to find the blacksmith or whatever, but he'd been distracted by the smell coming from a food truck along the way. And he didn't have any money, just his luck, and without Sven there to pay for it... he was staring at the food and doing his best to look as pitiful as possible in hopes that some passerby or the people running the food truck would feed him before he starved to death.
The fact that his stomach was grumbling at the sight and smell of food only helped, right?
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A flintlock. Train hadn't been expecting a good gun or anything, but even he might not be able to do anything with this. One way to find out, really... try it out.
The gun was loaded and ready to go, and Train frowned as he sighted down the barrel of the gun, pointing it at one of the targets in mid-range from him. Draw the hammer fully back, squeeze the trigger and...
A tiny piece from one side of the target got blasted off as he almost missed it entirely. Train stared incredulously at the target before glaring down at his weapon.
"Jeez! Can't I get a better gun from someone? This is worse than the one I had as a kid!"
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Fethry Duck | Disney Standard (Disney Comics)
Normally, Fethry's job was to hunt down the pesky parnormals, not be one of them. But he's been told he's a fairy, so a fairy he was! His element, allegedly, was air, but he was having the trickiest time working with that.
"Darn it," he pouted as he lowered his arms. He'd been trying broad, sweeping gestures to start up a breeze, but the air remained unpleasantly thick and still as ever. "I wonder if I'm just too used to not being magical..." That was the sort of logic that made perfect sense to Fethry.
He glanced around, and - upon spotting someone besides the various cast members of Main Street - grinned. The duck cupped his hands around his mouth and called over to them. "Hello! Can you help me?"
Is That a Song There, and Do I Belong There? (Network Option)
[Fethry waves as the image feed starts up, smiling... A bit shyly, though. While he'd long ago grown out of his childhood timidness, this was his only chance to make a good first impression! But even with that on his mind, he seems to lose all hesitation once he opens his beak.]
Hi, I'm Fethry Duck. Fairy Fethry Duck, that is! [A little giggle.] That has a nice ring to it, I think! Fairy Fethry Duck. Fethry Fairy Duck. Fethry Fairy Dairy Duck...
[Yeah, he's forgotten he's even using the mirror. Someone may want to point that out to him.]
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