Altered Tundra

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

As Francis led Roman out from the Aerodome and into his private Air Limousine, they got in, and once they would get on the inside, there would be some drinks already on the table. Francis sat at the seat in front of the table.

The flying limousine would take off. Francis would lean forward and speak to Roman. “I am quite sure you’re wondering why I was the one to meet with you.” Francis said. “Well, obviously it’s cause Hamut sent me, but I actually volunteered. I wanted to meet you for myself to see what you were all about, Roman.” He stated, “I will be quite honest, I do not trust your grandfather. “ He said leaning back against the soft, leather cushion. “I have been a judge for over twenty years and I guess you can say I have a sixth sense for knowing when people are untrustworthy. I always get that feeling from Viera and your grandfather.” He said. “I don’t know what he said to pursuade you to come here, but I would watch your back.” He said advising Roman to be careful. “Your brother, Vincent, is well-aware of everything. Word is that he plans on speaking with you first before you get the chance to speak with him and trust me when I tell you this, you do not want that to happen.” He said, “which is why I will be guarding you until your meet with Hamut.” He revealed to Roman.

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The journey to the Gilmore Jungle was surprisingly short. Maybe that’s because of the fact that they were going nearly seventy miles per-hour. Nevertheless, the amount of thirty minutes was all it took for the three of them to not only get through the Giza Plains, which were on Sunny Season(thank the gods), but they also made it past the Ozmone Plain easily and with little opposition from enemies. Of course, following that came the Gilmore Jungle, though there were slight worries of passing it up on accident. However, when Nadeline would stop, they would enter it and in the few minutes that followed, they came to a split path of sorts.

When they came to a stop and all got off the bikes, Grant would touch the air and a green glyph came up, blocking their passage. Grant would make a note of that and make a sarcastic comment. Though, this did present some troubles for the trio. Was this truly a deadend for them and did they need to turn back? Just as Wesley was thinking that, a Viera came into view, one wearing a rather revealing red outfit. The Viera looked at the three of them and seemed to be disappointed as she shook her head in such a manner. After that, Grant would speak about the last time that they met, it was twenty years ago when Grant was just six years-old and Wesley was most likely still in his mother’s belly.

When they talked more, the Viera would make a note of how Grant was here to cure another sick hume. Wesley raised a brow at that as to wondering what she meant. Information was revealed that Kyua saved Nadeline’s life before she was able to even know about it. Or at least, that’s the way Wesley had interpreted it. Regardless, this one was the reason why Nadeline didn’t show any signs of that illness that befell upon her mother’s side of her family. That’s when Kyua would look to Wesley and deduce his nationality, title, and even his name. “Wow, that was pretty good..” Wesley mused aloud, but he shouldn’t be surprised. Viera are a very old race and they know many things.

When Kyua would ask about why they were here, Grant would start off by asking if Aloa came by and Kyua would respond by saying yes and that she came with Reia. When Grant would request that they see them, Kyua would make a comment about how that would be completely against Aloa’s will and that by definition, it would put the trio against Aloa. The only reason that Kyua would make such a comment was because Aloa was still highly-respected among the Viera despite leaving the Wood. As a result of that, it very well may put the trio — and quite possibly the entire Roselia family — against the Viera Village. However, after some pleading and promises made by Nadeline, Kyua gave in, sort of.

When Kyua gave in and allowed them passage, she led them to the Village. Wesley just couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The path to Eruyt was so dark and the only form of light was the green pathway they walked on. Yet, as they would come to sight of the village itself, it was so woodsy. Shades of light brown and almost golden-brown was seen, and it was made of wood-like material. Truly, Wesley was in awe. Another reason why he was so in awe was because of all of the Viera he saw walking around. He never seen so many gathered in one place. “Wow, this place is such a marvel to behold.” Wesley mused aloud.

Ripples in Reality: A World in Lines

Go for anything you have in mind. I really have no specifics of what is to happen. :3

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

Before they would even get to the Ifrit, Emiri would pretty much tell Isaiah that if he hurts Jaakuna or if anything goes wrong, then she would personally kill him. Jaakuna watched and Savayna let out a low whistle. Isaiah just let her speak. “I believe you.” He simply said as the four of them would get to the Ifrit and they would all take a seat in the dining room, which was where everyone took their breaks and shit. When they all sat down, the plan was definitely clear. They would get into Archades, though the original plan would have to be edited just a bit. Since Isaiah was with them now, he could probably grant them passage into New Archades.

Isaiah would just speak. “You guys don’t even need to go through the Cave Palace or Old Archades. You’re going to be with me and with the way things are looking to be, you might not even need to hide.” He said.

Jaakuna slightly agreed with him, but Savayna didn’t. “Um, are you forgetting about me? I’m still wanted for being a traitor and it doesn’t look like Hamut will be forgiving me any time soon.”[b/] She said.

Isaiah sighed. [b]“Well, Roman will be the new Emperor, so maybe he’ll show some mercy and let you come in without being arrested. Though, there’s still the problem of Vincent. I’m pretty sure he knows about the coup.” Isaiah said.

Jaakuna raised an eyebrow. “What makes you say that?” He asked.

Isaiah sighed. “Well, I’m sure Levi told him. “ He said.

“I figured she would turn on them. She never had any loyalties.” He said. “So, perhaps we will have to go through the original plan.” Jaakuna admitted.

“Then I guess I’m a man corrected as he sits down.” Isaiah said slightly laughing.

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Inside the Aerodome, Judge Francis Von Sicarius awaited for Roman to arrive. The orders given to him by Hamut was to secretly guide Roman to his office and there they could initiate the plan. Francis eagerly eyed the flight schedules and the tracking of certain airships and he eyed the one that was coming from Bhujerba. After about five minutes, the airship docked and in another minute, the passengers were starting to come through. After about ten of them came through, a white-haired man fitting the description of Roman went through. “Roman, I presume?” He said. “Please, if you will, follow me. Judge Hamut is waiting for you.” He said “gently tugging Roman to follow him.

Ripples in Reality: A World in Lines

Yeah, I also believe that the councilor will have a tough time with them. lmao

Also, posted~

Ripples in Reality: A World in Lines

While waiting for his drink, Carlos sighed. He didn’t even know where to begin about this place. He would just look around and all sorts of crazy was around. He saw a bear with a top hat, he saw a half-dragon, half-tree creature talking to a Lion in a gothic outfit. There was just so many things around that he didn’t even know how to begin to explain to himself. Oh how he was hoping someone human would show themselves.

“Here you are sugar! One Pepsi!” The spoon said.

“Uh, Oh, thank you..” Carlos said.

He took the glass of the brown-hued carbonated drink and took a sip. As bad as it was for him, Carlos loved himself some Pepsi. Perhaps it was because he had always grown up on sugary drinks and food or just cause Pepsi was the best soda out there. Regardless of that, he took sip after sip, the taste of it soothing his tongue, and going down his throat. He let out a rather loud burp, to which got the attention of people around them. They mainly gave him sour looks, but went back to their business. He would finish it and set it down.

Carlos would let out yet another burp and he would hear his name being called out. He turned to see where that was coming from and he saw a human; though he didn’t know the name of this guy. “Yeah, that’s me. “ He said, looking at the person who called out to him. He would then get up and join the guy. “Haven’t I seen you around somewhere?” Carlos asked him.

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Lenore walked around the streets. She didn’t recognize them. They seemed so foreign to her and as she would walk further down some streets, she saw weird things. She saw oddly-shaped cars pass by, walking animals with clothes. Like, she could had sworn that she just saw a walking snake, tiger hybrid wearing a turban and other such Indian-based clothing.

She would then make her way down some street, trying to figure out exactly where she was. She definitely wasn’t home and that was what she needed to figure out: how to get home. As she would cautiously proceed, she felt a very strong force bump into her, knocking her onto front side. Her face was smudged right into the dirt. As she would press herself up using her arms, she would shake her head to get the dirt off of her face. Looking over, she saw a red-orange-haired girl who was also knocked down due to the bumping.

“Damn, watch where you’re going next time, won’t ya?” She said making sure her head was still intact.

Looking at the girl, Lenore couldn’t help but wonder why she looked so goddamn familiar? She might have seen her around the campus, but then pegged the question on exactly why she was here to begin with? Better question, what was ‘here?’ Lenore knew she would find some sort of answers in this girl. “So, who are ya anyways? You look oddly familiar.”

Ripples in Reality: A World in Lines

Well it definitely shows haha. I mean, this definitely speaks Alice In Wonderland-esque stuff. Like, the walking and talking cards and then here we have veggie-shaped cars, children with mufti-colored eyes, talking, flirtatious spoons, and the list just goes on and on. xD

Poor guy. :( Perhaps seeing a familiar face will help him a bit.

Ripples in Reality: A World in Lines

I do not mind it one bit. and I LOVE how you threw in those oddities. Like, the carrot-shaped car, doberman in a business suit, and a freaking bear in a top hat(Yogi Bear anyone?) I loved your post! :D Also, am I right to assume that Niko just glanced over to where he saw Carlos?

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

Wesley was definitely a bit worried about the looks that Nadeline had on her face and the advice that Grant had given him. It just spoke unsafe speeds. Still, Wesley would heed the advice given to him and he would hold on for dear life. His hands held onto the side bars(as low as they were), and made sure his feet were firmly planted on the steel plates that his feet were touching.

Grant would explain that they would be going to the Gilmore Jungle, and more specifically the Viera Village of Eruyt. He would further say that the Viera, despite their isolation in the Wood, have helped the Rosalia family due to favors that his ancestors did for Aloa way back when she was still the leader of the tribe. Just hearing Grant say that really gave Wesley a good idea of how old Aloa really was and truly she was someone who had strength beyond his own imagination. Wesley would agree mentally with Grant as he would state that Reia is most likely there in the viera village. At least, that’s where Wesley would begin the search.

As that was said, and the workshop door raised, the three of them and two bikes tore off in blinding speed. Wesley held on for dear life. He could feel the rapidness of the wind increasing as the speed also did so, his hair flying backwards. The hovercraft that Nadeline and Wesley were on was further than Grant, but soon he caught up and he would just glance slightly at Wesley. The look that he gave him was definitely that was telling him to relax. Wesley thought that was entirely impossible at the moment, but he would acknowledge Grant nonetheless. He would just pray that the speed wouldn’t be the same for much longer.

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When the image of Isaiah ended, the three of them would just wonder individually about what he wanted and Emiri would actually be the one to vocally state it. Jaakuna really didn’t know and he honestly was half-looking forward to it, and half-worried it would be a trap. He wouldn’t put it past him past it. Though, Jaakuna wanted to at least see it out. If it was a trap, then Emiri could always get them out of it, but Jaakuna didn’t want to just rely on Emiri to get them out of sticky situations. Jaakuna looked to Emiri and spoke. “I don’t know, but I guess we’ll see, be on guard just in case.” He said

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At the Phon Coast, the skies are as blue as the ocean. The breeze was there as it always has been in the sunny season. The birds are chirping away, flying in the skies, and in the Hunter’s Camp, the trio found themselves just looking at the wonderful sight they saw. Of course, they were looking around for Isaiah and sure enough there he was. However, he was in a very casual outfit. He wore a black jacket with white fur-like material on it, a brown T-shirt, and olive-green pants. He would signal them to follow him and they did.

As they followed him, they stopped behind a giant rock. Jaakuna would speak. “Why have you called us here?” JAakuna said, cutting to the chase.

Isaiah sighed. “Vincent’s being overthrown.” He simply said.

“WHAT!?” JAakuna and Savayna said in unison and complete shock.

Isaiah sighed once more. “It gets better. “ He said lightly laughing. “Your grandfather got four of the judges, including himself, and planned a coup. He stated some bullshit reasons that Vincent has gotten out of control or whatever. He then revealed to us the morning later after telling us that cousin Roman will be taking Vincent’s place.” Isaiah said scratching his head.

Jaakuna couldn’t believe it. “Why Roman? I thought he was the Marquis?” Jaakuna asked.

“As of today, he isn’t. “ Isaiah said. “Word around Archades is that he’s flying to Archadia today and that is when it’s going to happen.” Isaiah revealed.

Jaakuna should be happy about this, but he wasn’t. Actually, he was beyond that. “Damn it! This ruins everything.” JAakuna said in frustration.

Isaiah raised an eyebrow. “Ruins what? Are you planning something?” He asked.

Jaakuna sighed. “Might as well.” He said. “Prepare yourself, Isaiah, you’re in for one hell of a story.”

And then Jaakuna began to tell Isaiah about everything, from the events in Giruvegan, to finding out that his father was trapped in The Great Crystal by Hamut and even to the fact that Jaakuna didn’t kill his father, but rather his uncle(Isaiah’s dad). He told him everything about how Jaakuna absorbed his father’s soul and with the help of Savayna and Emiri, plan on sneaking to the Draklor Labs to find his father’s body. Yes, Jaakuna told him every last bit.

After hearing all of that, Isaiah was in such disbelief that it wasn’t even funny. “You’re lying! You have to be..” Isaiah said completely in denial.

Jaakuna frowned. “I wish I was, but it’s true. My father is still alive in a sense. Your father was the one that I…well you know.” Jaakuna looked down.

“B-But why? Just so that Grandfather could control every little bit of it!?” He slightly shouted and asked Jaakuna.

Jaakuna didn’t know how to answer that. “I understand if you don’t believe me, but please know that I plan on making things all right. I will return my father’s soul to his body and he will make things right again.” Jaakuna said to Isaiah.

The blonde judge looked at Jaakuna.. “How could you possibly make this right for me? I was just told my father was murdered by your hands.” Isaiah was in tears right now. “How can you make that right? Huh, Jackson!” He yelled and cried. He was right. Isaiah had every right to yell at him and Jaakuna couldn’t make it right for Isaiah, but he could for everyone else and bring honor back to his father.

Savayna would stand there, clench her fist and punch Isaiah, which caused him to fall to his back, and then he looked up at Isaiah. “Get a hold of yourself! Yeah it sucks that your dad is dead, but come on Isaiah!? You had a feeling Hamut was wrong for dethroning Vincent, so don’t let this sudden news make you cloud any of your previous intentions.” She said turning around. “Either you help us and avenge your father or you stay here crying like a little baby. Either way, we will go and do what we must.” Savayna, while a bit cold, spoke the truth.

Isaiah looked to Savayna and stood up. “I will help you. “ He said standing up. “Lead the way, Jackson.” He said.

Ripples in Reality: A World in Lines

Thanks~ And that's totally up to you. I'm for either option. ^_^

Ripples in Reality: A World in Lines

“ARE YOU READY TO PARTY!?” Loudly said a lightly-brown skinned male.

The sounds of the bass bumped through the club. Lights of various shades flared off the ceiling and floor, they also reflected off of the disco ball hanging above everyone dancing in the club. Fists were pumping in the air, everyone shouting in excitement. They wanted to party, that’s for sure. There was groping, rubbing, kissing, embracing, punching, slapping — just about everything one could expect from a late-night club party. The man operating the music, he could be seen with a pair of green and brown Beats Headphones around his head as he toyed with his various music-making props.

Nearing midnight, the party was over. This club was only open till midnight, anyways. Soon, everyone walked out, and the last of them was the Disc Jockey who had been hired to be said DJ for the night. After he got paid from the Club Owner and then he walked out, bag over his shoulder. As Carlos walked down the street, he took notice to how the skies were nice tonight. Grey clouds covered most of the blackness, but he could see the moonlight showing through some of it. The stars added a very peaceful atmosphere to it.

Carlos took steps rather deeply. Unlike the usual person walking, his steps actually were him sort of dipping his lower body and taking as what people would call ‘double step’. It was much like how street gangsters walk, but not as tacky.

Heading home, Carlos was about five blocks away. It was lucky for him that his job tonight was near his home. He would turn a corner and come on 2nd street. He would come to the sight of some drunk. Said drunk would approach him, baring ragged clothing with tears all over and a bottle of hard liquor in his hand. Carlos would slowly back away, just hoping to avoid any trouble from the man. However, the drunk would look to Carlos and the DJ would notice something weird about him. His eyes seemed bigger than they should be and the man had very pointed ears. Carlos instantly thought the man resembled an owl of some kind.

The drunk would just keep on repeating. “It’s the end! It’s the end!”, over and over again. Carlos tilted his head in some very modest confusion. Carlos would just turn a corner and something happened. He blacked out for a few seconds and he came to the sight of some tavern-like place. He looked at it and there was a neon sign. Carlos really didn’t think that was odd. The sign read ‘Coffee Shack’. Carlos just walked in, hoping to get at least some understanding of what had just happened.

He walked into the shack and he looked around. It looked like something out some kind of old-timey picture. The joint was really rustic and just read old-fashioned to Carlos. The DJ would then pull up a barstool and sit in it, just thinking about what this place was.

Carlos was looking down at the wooden countertop and it was oddly shaded with neon green and purple. Suddenly, he heard strange voice. “What will it be?” Carlos looked up and saw a spoon. An actual, talking spoon wearing an apron.

Carlos shook his head, his reddish-brown hair flying across his face. He adjusted his hat. “Um, I’ll have a Pepsi.” He nervously said biting his thumb with his pearly whites.

“Coming right up, doll face.”

Carlos didn’t know what to event think. Where was he? Wherever he was, he would just let the answers come to him and not seek them out foolishly.

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“Harder! Harder!”

The sounds of an unstable, rocking bed banging against the wall could be described as a loud thumping noise. Moans of both male and female could be heard in a sorority house, but in one room specifically the moans were louder and more intense than any other girl in the house. One in specifc, a very busty, bubbly, outgoing, quite sexual, brown-haired female was at the epicenter of it all. Her body being thrusted, taken, embraced, kissed, and quite simply, fucked to kingdom come. The time of which she remembered when it started escaped her mind, but the time was definitely nearing midnight and it all started in around ten. So, it was definitely happening for almost two hours and it was almost done.

Once the climax of it all was reached, she got off from the bed, her movements causing it to squeak. As she walked up, her naked body was seen from a fellow student. She would head to the bathroom and grab a brush. She gently ran the brush through her hair, causing it to straighten to her shoulders. She would smile lightly at the man laying in her bed. She would then release a giggle, and speak.

“You can let yourself out.” She said turning to the bathroom.

The man was shocked. “But what about sleeping together?” He asked quite baffled and confused.

She peaked her head out the bathroom. “Oh please, you’re just a guy I fucked, nothing more and nothing less. ‘ She said rather coldly. “Now, please leave, and don’t wake up anyone.” She said closing the door of her bathroom.

A few seconds later she would hear a door open and closing, telling her that her fuck buddy for the night had left. Staring into the mirror, Lenore smiled at herself. She would then turn on the hot water and in the following ten minutes, she would bathe herself and do it rather quickly. Afterwards, she would dry herself, place on some clothes, which included a long-sleeved shirt that was brown on the sleeves and white on the torso. She would then put on a frilly skirt that had pinkish-brown and black on it, stockings of the same colors, but striped, and black shoes.

Her plan was to go visit a friend before she would turn in. So, with that being settled, Lenore would head out of her room, out of the house, and start walking through campus. Her friend just lived a few blocks away from the campus, so it wasn’t like she had to walk far. In a few minutes, she found herself off-campus and as she crossed the street, she saw something out of the corner of her eye. Sure, it wouldn’t strike as odd, but what she saw was a hooker, obviously trying to get clients, but what she saw was weird. “Is that fur?” She said, musing her thoughts aloud.

As she continued to look, a car went by her line of sight and the hooker was gone. Lenore blinked three times. After that, she noticed that not only was she not on the street that she was just at, but around her were weird surroundings. Odd colors on buildings and just about everything that was not normal. “Oh boy, what did I get myself into now?”