NaraK

Legends of Lavanya

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Sorry NK :( Really busy this week, end of college. So my time is quite tight (no etherpad for me this week :( )

Also sorry for not posting anything in the IC yet <.< I'll try and get a post in asap over the next few days ^^'

@FaithsRose

it's k xD (a crash post will bring me back to life lol)

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Someone @Mention the active RPers of this rp

If DP and Rose are going to be inactive, we're going to have to notify everyone to get things going. (on an unrelated note, i'm sad that my Noxonshaw collab with DP, Faith, and Theo is at a standstill... again goddamnshitfuck)

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-shoots the RP-

gaiz

even the pad is inactive atm, so we might wanna get things moving

A Certain Chaotic Academy

Cain End'rana

The dark-haired fugitive continued to run.

And run, he did.

And run

run

run.

But this time, he was not running from something; he was running after something. There was a difference between being chased and being the chaser; every sinful thing knew that by pure instinct.

How much longer did he have to run...?

Cain's eyes fell upon something getting destroyed in District 7, the district he had just entered. Actually, there were lots and LOTS OF EXPLOSIONS-

"...What the fuck," he blurted out, his eyes wide and twitching as he immediately took out his blade. Jumping off of the building he was running on, Cain skidded across the streets as he remained still.

Bang Constantine

He was called cute.

He needed to worry about his internal organs blowing up.

The city was going to blow up.

Well, this city sure is lively, Bang thought, wondering how on Earth he was going to reach a height of 180 cm before he died.

But then it struck him.

That now was definitely not the time to plan out milk-drinking schedules.

"I... have a friend over there," Bang said, telling the feminine illusion as he pointed at the cafe. "And... I am going to help him out first. Because he is a good person. I like good people."

Though his Japanese was not the most fluent of all speaking abilities, his point was quite solid. He was going back into the cafe.

Bang rushed into Mocha Dreams. There were very few Clowns left, but those who stood seemed to have more combat potential the other Clowns who fell early. Without any hesitation, the boxer ran past the Clowns, presenting a remarkable running speed while maintaining quiet volume. He rushed into the kitchen.

Bang rushed into the kitchen and found a crapton of blood everywhere.

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ABAFH

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The boxer blinked.

Currently, Sasuke had just activated his Rasengan and was about go ham on someone whom he expressed romantic interest(???) to, and the maid that had served Sasuke suddenly looked as if she were about to kick ass. Lots of ass.

So many asses that he could not count.

Actually, if something were to happen in the kitchen, then everyone's asses would be held at stake. And it would turn into such a global ass-kick, all of those porno sites would lose their meanings.

Without further ado, Bang jumped in front of Kei. Of course, that meant something more than just his ass could possibly be torn off, but one ass was better than lots of asses.

So many asses to protect.

"Sasu- Susa-," Bang stumbled to find Sasuke's true name before speaking in a stern, yet monotone voice,

"Sasaki."

The dark-haired man clenched a fist. The bloodlust behind the giant's eyes were unfamiliar; and that meant that something was up. Simply standing would definitely get him beaten up- or worse, killed. But he trusted Sasaki; and he trusted that what he was about to do would work, and that he would be able to save his friend...

...'s ass.

Should Sasaki turn out to meet Bang's current tension and barge forward any further, Bang Constantine would finally decide to use one of his wild cards- and it was no ordinary boxing punch.

"We gotta get out of here," Bang uttered to Sasaki, still prepared for a counter strike in case he was to be attacked.

The 7th

Eventually, the 7th ran out of ammunition and began reloading.

He then realized something was up, but he could not tell what it exactly was. Glancing at one of the open windows, he fired a few more magma rounds at Kishiko and Yuuma.

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Incoming massive spree of villain CSs. First starring Macbeth, a returning villain.

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"I stood before him, frozen in fear. He walked by without grace, hesitation, and warmth; only the terrifying cold followed him."

Demon Soldier

Macbeth Theme

Name
Macbeth

Age
Unknown

Gender
Male

Species/Race
Demon

Powers

Cold Flux - Macbeth affects temperature and blood pressure around him at a small radius. The more he sticks around a human being or an angel, the colder and more durable his body becomes. The cold around him can drop anyone's blood pressure (regardless of species, including demons). Holy spells are immediately dispelled when they enter the radius, giving Macbeth an increased regeneration effect.

Witch Hunt - If there are three or more people within a radius that scales to the size of a gladiatorial coliseum, Macbeth will have massively increased resistance physical attacks and immunity against magic spells. Note that his Cold Flux radius is deceivingly large. Demons cannot fulfill the requirements of this ability.

Ice Man - Macbeth's spells cannot be manipulated like regular ice. He also has excessive powerful resistance against offensive ice spells.

Painless - Macbeth is completely immune to spells that only induce pain, and has a naturally tough defense that mitigates a large input of the damage he gets.

Death Through Birth - When Macbeth dies, he will be automatically encased in a large chunk of ice. After seven days, Macbeth will reawaken and lose half of the powers his blade gained (Macbeth does not lose any of his sword's powers if he already collected more than 300 chunks of blood). Macbeth will be emotionally influenced by spells cast nearby or on his tomb of ice.

Sacrificial Rite - As the Sacrificial Rite grows stronger, Macbeth becomes stronger as well. An enemy struck by the Rite will empower it permanently by small amounts of energy surges, but hitting them again will not grant any more sacrifices to the Rite. Once Macbeth gains 300 stacks of blood packs, the Sacrificial Rite gains the ability to banish projectiles into nothingness by slicing through them, dispelling illusion effects, and forcefully unsummon summoned creatures. It will also boil and burn the wounds he inflicts unless he activates Sub-Zero Scepter.

Weaknesses

Thane of Glamis - While Macbeth is powerful against angels, he has less of a chance to win against powerful humans. Macbeth heavily relies on his Cold Flux to face humans and human-related species.

Blood - Macbeth is a formidable opponent, but he requires the blood of demons to be fully effective. Every once in a while, he picks out random demons and kills them for the Sacrificial Rite.

Moral - Macbeth, while being a loyal servant to the Sacrificial Rite and Lucifer, has a sense of moral he himself is not used to. If something shakes this moral, he usually hesitates in finishing his jobs.

Fear - Macbeth tends to use fear to strike efficiently. While this is a trait that gives him advantages over his enemies, he too is able to feel fear as well. He is afraid of certain things, though they are neither fire nor death. This fear is also supported by his out-of-place moral.

Personality

Macbeth's sword does some of the talking and cutting, while Macbeth carries the sword. While the two of them do synchronize well in terms of power and authority, the weapon tends to stay asleep for long periods of time. Macbeth learns through what he does and what others tell him, and he never draws his sword on others first. He cannot bring himself to strike down royal figures (ie. kings and princesses) without his sword's permission.

Macbeth's weapon is slowly losing control of itself, which is the reason why it wants to bask itself in the blood of demons, return back to its original form, and kill Macbeth before things go completely out of hand.

Macbeth rarely talks.

Background

By the time Lucifer had taken control over his full powers once more, a large tomb of ice was discovered in a frozen wasteland nearby Hell. It had been illuminating a strange light, and it reeked of magic, letting most of the demons who saw it shiver in fear. Why it was so near, yet so far from Hell was a mystery, but it was eventually decided among some of Lucifer's officers that some of their men should go out and retrieve the strange tomb of ice.

At first, the ten soldiers sent out to retrieve the tomb of ice came back with nothing, claiming that when they neared it, it vanished into nothingness. Confused and somewhat daunted by the tomb's apparent illusion, some of the officers decided to lead the second squad sent to retrieve the strange object. Nothing was to hide from Hell, after all, and it certainly would anger their leader if he found out that they were unable to do something so simple as searching for an object. But again, they found nothing, only staring off into the wasteland.

Eventually, Lucifer returned and, severely disappointed with the officers' incompetence, ordered them to find the object in two days. Just when all hope seemed to be lost after a day flew by, one of the officers, who decided to use an illusion-detecting item, found the tomb. The instant moment he laid a finger on it, the tomb revealed itself to everyone. Much to their horror, an armored man, who had a sword stabbed through his very skull, lied within the ice prison.

Once the news of its discovery had been revealed, Lucifer demanded to see this "Ice Man" for himself. When it was brought before him, he observed it thoroughly... before he suddenly began to melt the unmelting ice. His men watched in astonishment and confusion as their lord burned down the prison.

Eventually, only the Ice Man himself remained frozen, standing as if he were in eternal pain.

Not everything was meant to be frozen. And some things were better off frozen.

The sword, which stuck cleanly out of the ice, suddenly glowed, oozing out large pulses of dark energy. It yearned for the blood of demons, the blood of humans... and most interestingly, the deaths of angels. Lucifer, amused, yet surprised by this sword's malicious intentions, managed to calm it down.

The blade, with the voice of a battalion of fallen men and women, introduced itself as the Sacrificial Rite. Its original owner was apparently a demon who sought out after the destruction of heaven, and wanted to use the power of his own men with his own hands. Once it revealed its origins to Lucifer, it was only then that the king of Hell decided that he may have some use for this strange blade. After a lengthy discussion with a persistent weapon of death, Lucifer managed to get the blade on his side.

The instant moment the deal was made, the final remains of the ice encasing the Ice Man shattered. The armored warrior dropped on his knees, confused in where he was. The Rite simply told him, with a soothingly sinful voice, "Do not worry... I- no, we are here to guide you."

The Sacrificial Rite told the revived warrior that it revived him for the purpose of having someone capable of using it. The armored Ice Man, though he had no clue as to who he was, and who he was exactly serving, decided to comply. He, after all, did feel that disobeying someone who just saved his life was a sign of arrogance.

Lucifer was impressed by the Sacrificial Rite's power. But rather than the stubborn weapon, he found more interest in the Ice Man himself. This warrior- this confused, yet battle-hardened warrior- seemed like he would serve well for his revenge.

Speaking words of genuine truth, and a longing for a vengeance he wished to enact as soon as possible, Lucifer, the king of all demons, told the warrior,

"You are Macbeth. And I order you to follow my orders, and get me the revenge I've always wanted."

Macbeth telepathically requested the Sacrificial Rite to ask Lucifer a question. "Who must I kill, he says," said the blade as if it were giddy, longing to taste blood again. At this, Lucifer could not help but smile at this naïve man.

"Brightendale," the traitor of Heaven said, his deceivingly kind face remaining the same. "Lily and Melody Brightendale."

The Ice Man nodded. He now got the basic gist of his purpose: he was to serve this man, Lord Lucifer, as well as his savior, the Sacrificial Rite.

And he was to bring the snow of death upon the Brightendales, along with every single being that was related to them.

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"The one who controls others controls everything but the strongest."

Apophis, Deity of Chaos

Apophis

Age: Unknown

Species: ?

Gender: Male

Powers

Deity of Chaos and Order - As the reincarnation of the Deity of Darkness and Chaos, Apophis holds a horrifying amount of magic power, and a deceivingly large amount of physical power. Having finally defeated his brother, Ma'at, the Deity of Light and Order, in a duel, Apophis has claimed the power of his dead brother, wearing his flesh to emphasize his victory over the praised hero. The new power makes him immune to angelic auras.

Psychophilia - Apophis claims that he has nothing to fear, and it really does seem that way. The demented man is capable of using a strange source of energy no one else can utilize without becoming like him. Lies give him motivation, and the truth is something he thoroughly studies.

Dark Matter - Apophis is able to use dark matter, which is a power he originally had before it was amplified by his brother's strength. This dark matter is used in multiple ways, mostly in his abilities. The dark matter is not the unknown energy Apophis uses.

Sanity - Apophis is completely immune to mind-altering spells.

Eater of Souls - Being the Deity of Chaos, Apophis is strengthened by those who die around him. Killing a person, human, or demon with his own hands grants him a very small amount of permanently increased strength, and staying around a dead body grants him a decent physical strength boost as long as he is close to it. Apophis uses this natural ability of his to constantly evolve. Apophis must activate all of his souls to use his "Overmind" moves. The minimum requirement to using "Overmind" abilities is 300 souls. These souls must be taken by Apophis' own hands. In return, once the requirements are met, Apophis is free to use his Overmind abilities without any catches.

Weaknesses

-Weak against elemental spells - Apophis has no natural defense against elemental spells, severely relying on his abilities to prevent them from touching him easily. This problem becomes less prominent when he gains access to his Overmind abilities.

-Mirror - For some reason, Apophis does not like looking at mirrors. There is always the reflection of a long-haired girl next to him.

-Children - Apophis is unable to claim the souls of children. The reason is not specified.

Personality

Apophis is a god of chaos, death, and disorder. His psychotic intentions are rivaled by none, and the only thing people are sure about is that he serves Lucifer loyally. Apophis shows no pity in those who have tragic pasts, knowing that he has ended up in the cruelest of them all. He has a hobby of collecting the flesh of his enemies' corpses, oftentimes wearing them for a while to show his pride as a deity of death. The man's strategic thinking automatically makes him think up of some of the most brutal and terrifying methods of killing his victims: especially angels. Many greater demons do not stand up to his horrifyingly brutal methods, fearing that their souls would be devoured by him. Regardless of their fear, he tends to eat them anyway.

Apophis rarely ever attacks children, and he will never attack children who are have no relevance to him.

Background

TBR.

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Appearance

Sarina Marovalin

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Height: 175 cm

Weight: 150 lb

Species: Human

Hair Color: Red

Eye Color: Fiery Orange-Red

Skin Color: Healthy

Figure: Slim, yet noticeably fit.

Job: Vet

Powers

FIRE MANIPULATION: Fire manipulation! Sarina is able to manipulate fire and use them in different ways. Though she is not a master, she seems to have a somewhat great understanding in her ability. Her flames have the unique ability of becoming dense, making it able to defend Sarina from some dangerous attacks.

FIRESTEEL: Sarina has the unique ability of being able to infuse her flames on steel! She can use this to slide through rails effortlessly, enchant random items, and empower her equipment! It could be a bit destructive at times, though. Sarina can either select certain portions of steel or the entire object be enchanted. Firesteel can be turned back to regular steel at any time.

DAWNSEAL: As the wielder of Dawnseal, a weapon forged to defend and attack, Sarina automatically receives less damage from all physical damage types. She still has her own limits, however, as she needs to train her physical strength all by herself.

MAROVALIN STANCE: Sarina faces away from her enemy and fights “blindly”. In return for being unable to run in the Marovalin Stance, Sarina will be able to reflect projectiles with her powers with greater ease and have her attacks become faster in return for being less accurate.

Weaknesses

ICE: Sarina is less effective against ice spell users. She is currently trying to improve her resistance by eating cold foods and shaved ice.

SPEED: Sarina has a disadvantage in terms of speed, and must time and utilize her strengths properly in order to deal with speedsters and the like. Even with fast reflexes, she cannot stop her opponents from having a speed advantage unless she deals with it somehow.

COOKING: Sarina can create weapons of destruction by making soup. Nuff said.

INTELLIGENCE OVERLOAD: She may not have minded much about it when she was a student, but Sarina does not enjoy jumping

Personality

Sarina is sassy to a certain extent, but she is also somewhat of a kind and gullible girl. She enjoys being friendly with nice people, but tends to have interesting reactions to those who overload her brain with huge chunks of knowledge at once. She is afraid of broccoli and rats. She is outgoing, but she is not the best at choosing decent social conversation topics. Sarina can jump into strange conclusions quite easily.

Background

Sarina is a particularly simple girl! Her parents have taught her how to harness a bit of her powers, but she learned how to extensively train it elsewhere. When the war occurred, she departed her home to help those in dire times. She eventually ended up joining Maria’s group and became one of its newest members.

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"She is the embodiment of what little humanity I have left... a treasure that deserves more than what she is..."

Nikola Lovelock

Name

Margaret Clementine

Age
20

Gender
Female

Species/Race
Human(?)

Powers

LIFE-SUPPORT: Margaret now has a fully functioning life-support system.

ANALYZE: Margaret can analyze basic non-supernatural physical structures of targets/objects.

Weaknesses

N/A: She can suffer from physical damage like many other characters

Personality

Personality (Pre-Lavanya)

Margaret has an extremely quiet personality, which was gained after an accident rendered her body completely dysfunctional. Her current personality is what was left of her previous one, and is slowly being healed as Nikola invents more methods to patch her up. Her emotions do not translate well into her actions, and some of her random thoughts are announced once in a while. While she certainly does act like an emotionless robot when left to be idle, she tends to follow around people who look nice, or people she is familiar with. When she does end up following others, Margaret remains quiet, even if they question her as to why she is following them. She is fully aware of both pain and happiness. Margaret usually follows Nikola as much as possible, going even as far as to attempting to follow him into restrooms.

Margaret remains quiet and retains most of her strangely idle emotions. She now follows both Nikola and Data's instructions. Margaret seems to enjoy warm colors.

Background

After the war, Margaret's life-support system was completed, and she was taken in by Data for combat upgrades and service training. She seems to care about those she had met before, which consists of most of the original Athalia students she was with. She does not remember Ryuu, Zivon, and Liam that well, and has met with every other student at least twice.

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Margaret Clementine

An orange-haired girl stood still in the middle of a research room, her arms wrapped around what appeared to be a white, spherical device that produced a soothing tune.

She stared at where Prometheus, a familiar figure, had popped in from.

"..."

Margaret Clementine remained still, staring at Prometheus, her face unchanging. She was noticeably shorter than him and used a tinge of effort to look up at him.

She was silent as ever.

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TIMESKIPPED SEGMENT

(Ryuu, Crash, Zivon)
One day ago.

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The strangest kind of incident began when a red-haired guy who somehow knew his name busted into an anime store that was about to close.

Ryuu had been looking forward to watching a particular twin-tailed magic girl show when he got home, but instead, he was greeted by a bandana-wearing dude who talked to him in what could've been the weirdest set of clothing he had ever seen. In fact, to fashion sense made Ryuu stare at his jacket before at the man before him.

"..."

The dark-haired man took a deep breath.

"...Wat."

Now, he had dealt with nutcases before, but the man before him was either a special kind of stalker or someone he somehow met before. Ryuu was leaning a bit towards the former, but he remembered that he occasionally forgot about people he met hours before he met them again. Perhaps this was just one of those moments...

So, instead of being rational, Ryuu decided to be an ass and go with the flow.

"...'Sup," he said, wondering who the heck the person before him exactly was. If he was getting robbed, then the robber was doing a magnificently convincing job at robbing him. In fact, Ryuu would-

-...Of course Ryuu wouldn't let him go off like that.

"Just kidding," the otaku said as he suddenly slammed the counter with a hand, "I don't know who you are. What're you doing here?"

His hand instinctively grabbed for a certain Star Wars weapon replica, though he made sure that he could not be seen holding onto the harmless-looking thing.

-.-.-.-

Crash stood perfectly still as Ryuu stared at him before he dropped his gaze to his clothes, he'd been in such a rush to get back to Lavanya he couldn't even recall who's clothes he had taken after leaving Mercy's wedding. He 'd just known that he needed to get rid of the penguin suit before leaving...

He glanced at the Otaku as he spoke, adopting a rather confused look as the other guy just kind of...stared at him...in an odd fashion. He wasn't sure whether Ryuu was going to try and steal his lunch money or...what really. He wasn't entirely sure how to respond to his somewhat forced greeting..."Erm...well-" The bang the Otaku made on the counter caused the shapeshifter to stutter to a halt clearly surprised by what the Otaku had said.

Doesn't remember me...do I really look that different? He wondered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. ."Well, we didn't run into each other all that often but...okay. I'm Crash, used to share a room with you like 5 years ago" Crash introduced himself, moving further into the shop...which wasn't his brightest idea, shops were a natural enemy of his.

-.-.-.-

Raising a confused eyebrow, the otaku repeated, "Crash?"

Crash.

Oh, this guy is LARPing as Crash Bandicoot, the dark-haired man thought to himself as he slowly straightened himself up. And I must be his secretly acquainted ally, Ryuu.

...Sounds like a hunk of crap no matter how you look at it, though. I really like the Bandicoot franchise...

But whether he liked the Bandicoot franchise or not was definitely less important than the current situation he was in. This guy probably mistook him for some other LARPer or something. With that in mind, he crossed his arms, letting go of his weapon, as he grumbled,

"I don't remember sharing rooms with anyone other than a bunch of punks that wanted to rob me of my stuff. I think you got the wrong man here."

The otaku added in, "And not to mention, but I definitely don't remember making friends with someone around my age. I'm quite confident about that."

-.-.-.-.-

Crash stopped at the center of the shop next to one of the shelves watching Ryuu fold his arms across his chest, he pulled his hand away from his neck and tucked it into the pocket of his jeans (another thing he shouldn't do). He was completely unaware that he had been pinned as a LARPer, he'd need to get rid of the shirt and either sprout fur or paint himself to look like the legendary Bandicoot.

I'd say I look more like a hippy right now than a punk ."It's starting to look that way isn't it..." Crash sighed, feeling a little deflated by Ryuu's statement.

Not that he was willing to give up yet. ."I mean the Ryuu I knew had this awesome plasma ability, a rather unhealthy love of 2D girls and THE best anime collection around..." He commented, looking around the shop as he did. He reached over to touch one of the figurines on the shelf.

-.-.-.-.-

Dis guy. Dis guy- this guy.

The otaku lowered his eyebrows, a small scowl forming on his face. This man had just stated something that no one else should have known about. This man had just stated something that he wanted to keep to himself. This man... This guy...

...was about to touch Megumi-chan.

"GET YOUR HAND OFF OF HER!" Ryuu exclaimed. "Er, and also, WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TO KNOW SO MUCH ABOUT ME, ANYWAY?!"

-.-.-.-.-

Crash hadn't quite expected the Otaku to explode like he had, one moment he was cool as a cucumber the next his voice practically pierced the young shapeshifters ears, scaring the life out of him as he did. It was such a shock in fact that Crash physically jumped causing his hand to twitch forward and set in motion a series of events that were incredibly likely to result in either his untimely death or a plasma singed face.

Firstly, the Megumi-chan figurine pinged backwards hitting the back of the cabinet it was rested in before falling forward and rolling into the figurine next to it. Crash barely heard Ryuu's demand as he watched the perfectly placed line of figurines drop like dominoes. Oh fudgenickenson...this isn't going to end well

He sucked in a sharp breath of air as the final figurine was knocked close to the edge of the shelf. ."I got it!" Crash yelped...right as he dived forward with both hands outstretched to catch the falling merchandise. Of course him being him meant that this situation still had the potential of becoming a lot worse...unless the Otaku intervened,

-.-.-.-.-

The otaku paled as he watched his figurines prepare to fall. Not only did Megumi look as if she were about to fall, but so did Kotori, Tachibana, and-

ABAFH, he thought simply as red light suddenly began to glow around one of his free hands. Throwing his glowing hand towards the falling figurines, the otaku launched thin lines of plasma towards the shelf. Each plasma line expanded as soon as they reached the figurines, catching them safely.

But then Miku fell off of his plasma net. Thank God she was made of extremely durable plastic unlike the others.

Remaining still for a brief moment, the dark-haired man slowly lifted the figurines, tilted them, and put them back to where they belonged. He made sure Miku was placed where she was supposed to be as well. Letting the lines of plasma return to him, the sunglasses-wearing man shook his head.

So now I just confirmed that I had some sort of superpower in front of a guy I don't know of... who somehow knows that I have a superpower.

Ryuu sighed.

I knew I should've worn blue instead, he thought pointlessly as he proceeded to cross his arms again.

"So... once again, I ask; who are you, and what do you want with me? If it's a fight, I've had enough punks trying to impress me for today."

-.-.-.-.-

Crash landed with a thunk, turning back to look over his shoulder as he watched the Otaku make a neat looking plasma net. The shapeshifter had to admit he was suitably impressed by the gentle control Ryuu had used, he'd only ever seen the other guy go 'ham' with his plasma abilities in the past. Plasma powers: Check, Love of anime: Check...I'm really starting to get the feeling something is off here

Crash couldn't help but feel rather deflated by how this meeting was going...it caused him to become anxious. If Ryuu didn't recognise him would anyone else? How exactly had the last five years gone?

."Ok, I don't got it" He commented as he got to his feet, standing upright he dusted himself off and readjusted his back pack. ."Whoa, whoa. I'm not here to fight you...I'm so out of touch I doubt I'd even last a minute" Crash murmured the last part before he lifted his hand up to the back of his neck and sighed. ."Well, I'm erm...nobody really. Just a guy. I used to go to an academy in Elaniel, Athalia? Heard of it? It got destroyed about five years back" Crash asked carefully.

-.-.-.-.-

"Athalia?" The dark-haired otaku muttered as he looked up blankly at the ceiling, trying to recall a thing called Athalia... only to come up with no results. Looking back at Crash, he straightforwardly responded, "Never heard of it. I'm not even that sure on what Elaniel is, anyway. I spent most of my life here."

In a sense, he was not lying. He did take out the fact that he woke up in some sort of cryotube, however. The last thing he needed was him figuring out that he was some sort of bullcrap catalyst that drew in all kinds of bullcrap in a bullcrap continent.

"Sorry to say," Ryuu said without feeling sorry, "but I'm not sure why I have to remember some random academy that got busted down to smithereens because of stupid managing."

The otaku turned around to pack more of his things up before noticing something.

He remembered that the man who freed him looked similar to him...

...That's a bit intriguing, I'll admit, but it could be coincidence, he thought as he continued packing up.

...

...

...

...

...

Ryuu glanced at Crash, who seemed somewhat deflated at something. He wasn't good at dealing with decent people, that was for sure.

...Seriously though, what is this guy talking about?

"Do you have any proof that I went there before?" The otaku asked out of curiosity. "From what you're saying, and from what I could tell, someone similar must've gone to that... place if I remind you of him."

-.-.-.-.-

Crash shuffled form one foot to the other as he tried to wait patiently for Ryuu to think, though he tapped the toe of his trainer against the floor as Ryuu gave him a straightforward response. ."Ah, Elaniel is another country" He explained hesitantly, he only knew that much because he'd been informed upon his return. When he had first gone to Athalia he hadn't paid any attention to the geography behind it.

Hearing Ryuu apologise he frowned ever so slightly up until the point he touched on the subject of Athalia. ."Because if you don't then it'd be obvious I've made a mistake. Don't talk about it like that and it wasn't destroyed because of stupid managing..." He grumbled feeling his hackles rise as Ryuu unknowingly prodded at a wound he knew nothing about. Crash was about to give up on trying to interact with the otaku as he turned away to pack up his stuff. He figured he could just ask for directions and leave the guy in peace...

However as the otaku asked him for proof, the shapeshifter rubbed the back of his neck adopting a sheepish look Should have seen that coming...people always want proof before they'll believe in it ."Err...well...no, no I don't" Crash admitted but he lifted up his free hand and quickly added ."But there's a meeting going on in the inn and I bet there is someone there that can you the proof you need...or at least explain why you remind me of Ryuu" Crash finished his sentence with a friendly grin as he shifted his backpack further up on his shoulder.

."I mean if you're not busy I could use some directions..." He chuckled looking down at himself. He had been hoping he could have changed into something less scrappy before going to the inn but...it didn't seem like that was going to happen.

-.-.-.-.-

...Huh. So this guy might have something, Ryuu realized. Either this is a route where he tries to lynch me, or he tries to provide something different.

...Let's just be a bit optimistic and think the latter. Think optimistically, Ryuu. Think optimistically, Ryuu. Think optimistically-

Shit. I can't think optimistically.

Fortunately for him, he did manage to think optimistically when he decided to speak his thoughts.

"Let's see what you have, then," he said, slinging a backpack (which looked a bit familiar) around his shoulders. "I have business at the inn, anyway, so you can show me some stuff there."

The dark-haired man with sunglasses immediately opened the door and locked it. No one outside of the building would be able to enter the anime store, but Crash would still be able to leave without having to unlock it if he loitered around a bit. With his hands in his pockets, the otaku began to walk to the inn. If any of his stuff was taken, he would make sure the redhead would receive more than a beating.

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Crash blinked in surprise as Ryuu spoke, he hadn't actually thought that the otaku was going to bite when he suggested they seek out proof. ."Really? Great!" He responded enthusiastically, grinning broadly as Ryuu slung a backpack around his shoulders. ."That sounds like a plan" The shapeshifter nodded, moving out of the otaku's way though his eyebrows shot up as he simply passed by him and...locked the door.

The shapeshifter blinked in disbelief, watching as the otaku shoved his hands in his pockets and walked off. ."...o-kay then...well..." Crash murmured to himself, he looked around the shop for a few moments before he jumped towards the door, a rush of relief when he could still leave the shop. ."Yo, Ryuu wait up!" He called after the otaku, jogging after him. Once he caught up with him he dropped into stride next to him though his gaze was flickering here, there and everywhere as he tried to take in the sights around them.

."Lived here your whole life huh? What's it like around here...do you...do you know any of the other residents?" He asked, apparently not about to let the otaku walk in peaceful silence.

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Ryuu had a feeling that Crash was going to go nuts with questions, and he did not like it. Nevertheless, he decided to cool the dude's curiosity; it's not like anyone who knew about him would actually have some sort of advantage over him, anyway. There was nothing particularly special about his past other than the fact that he lived his life without knowing much about how he came to be.

"I know some residents," he admitted. "Some of them didn't like me; not that I give much of a crap about that. Some of them liked me, but they're mostly elderly people, though. I have no comments for my life at the moment."

."Oh...that's err, too bad...at least you got on with some of them though" Crash murmured, churning over this information in his mind before he attempted to push Ryuu just a little further. ."You wouldn't happen to know any of their names would you...does someone called-" Kathy ."-Carmen live around here or-" Kathy! ."-Zivon...or-" Kathy!! Say her name, just say it He wasn't sure whether it was because he was afraid of the answer or because of...other things, feelings that he probably shouldn't be focusing on. ."...Kathy" There was a change in his tone as he finally managed to say her name, though he acted as though there hadn't been.

Keeping up with the otaku, Crash didn't let his question sit between them for very long before he quickly slid another question into the conversation. ."So...do you know anything about the guy that's blazing his way through Lavanya?" He asked after a few minutes still trying to figure out what was going on with the otaku, maybe if he kept mentioning things related to Athalia it would jog Ryuu's memory...yet again maybe it wouldn't.

Ryuu put up a thoughtful look... but it dissipated within mere seconds as he prepared to answer Crash's question, only to be attacked by another question.

I can literally see the questions attempting to break into my head, and I'm not liking it, Ryuu thought as he continued to walk.

"...Never heard of any of them," the otaku admitted. "And I don't care about anyone who blazes through Lavanya. If he hurts anything around here, though, you bet I'll bust his ass like an angry Babe Ruth."

The dark-haired man continued to walk over to where the inn was.

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Zivon got off on the swing and back to his wheelchair, he might be stalling a bit to long. Tme to go grocery shopping, as he was passing by the streets he noticed two people passing by, they looked kind of familiar well one fo them he knew. it was Ryuu, he did own a shop, not sure what kind of shop though...something to do with anime probably. The otehr person with red hair, it really seemed familair but he couldnt put a clue on who was that person. He wasnt really a type of person to go say hi to anyone or anyone he knew at the streets. Maybe for the best to ignore them, not like he would have a good conversation with any of the two. He slowly passed by them, not really saying a word..still not used to people he guessed.

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Crash hadn't been holding out much hope that Ryuu would even know what he was on about, though he still felt himself deflate as the otaku admitted he didn't know any of them. He wasn't aware that Ryuu was onto him...his perception was no where near good enough to pick up on something like that. He rubbed the back of his neck sighing loudly as Ryuu spoke. ."The only thing neccesarry for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing..." he murmured ."Its only a matter of time before he comes here...surely stopping him before he can get anywhere near this place would be better" the shapeshifter was still naive to the strains of war. ."What is an angry Babe Ruth anyway?" He asked after a few moments adopting a quizzical look. Up until he realised someone was coming towards them, he dropped back to let the passer by past though he misjudged the distance between him and the chair.

Meaning as Zivon went to pass by them in his wheelchair, Crash's foot was in his way. As the wheel of the chair passed over the toe of his shoe, Crash let out a rather undignified yelp as he jumped away from the wheelchair and gripped his foot, hopping around on one leg. ."Ah, sorry! My bad I thought I was clear!" He blurted out, looking at the guy as he came to a halt standing on one leg like a flamingo... ."Hey...wait...I kno-whoa!"...without the ability to balance. In true Crash style the shapeshifter didn't think to simply release his foot and put his foot down...nope instead he kept a firm hold of it as he went down, landing on his backside with a heavy thud. Having grown used to such an occurrence it onlt took him a few moments to recover from the tumble and return his attention to Zivon. ."...sorry about that" He apologised rubbing the back of his neck as color entered his cheeks ."I thought you were a friend of mine, Zivon...you kind of look similar" the shapeshifter murmured, he figured blurting it out really wouldn't damage the situation anymore than his clumsiness had.

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"...You don't say," the otaku muttered at Crash's perspective upon Mr. 'Edgy Supervillain With Fire Powers'.

...Though, he did not understand why Crash did not know who Babe Ruth was. Before he could go ruthless on Crash about Babe Ruth, however, some dude on a wheelchair crashed into Crash.

...

...

Crashed into Crash.

If Ryuu wanted to be really creative... he would have put on another pair of shades and state that there was a "Crashcycle" that crashed into a guy named Crash who was acting all funky like Crash Bandicoot.

The name Zivon further weirded him out.

What the heck? The otaku thought as he looked between the wheelchair guy and the red-haired guy named Bandic- er, Crash. Is this guy's name 'Crash' for this kind of reason?

Nevertheless, Ryuu remained silent, wondering if he should just ditch Crash as quickly as possible. It seemed impossible, however, considering how the red-haired man seemed to be a bit athletic. Ryuu had developed a decent paranoia that allowed him to analyze basic things quickly.

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As he was passing by the red head guy seemed well...to crash down, he was not sure how it happened. He wasnt really paying attention to the two anyway but man that guy took a fall. This guy sure had some wierd ways to fall down like that. He apologized to him, well it was nothing to bad, not like he made him fall down instead. "its alright..." He muttered out as he was about to leave, yet again still not used to people. Though something caught his attention, the red head knew his name, it was wierd how he just knows it... A friend...its been a while since someone said he was a friend. Fianlly he remembered who was that red head... Crash, no wonder why he seemed to fall quite badly, Crash had a reputation like that before.

"...Crash?" Ziv asked fiorst, it better to ask then assume. It be so awkward to assume this person was Crash even though it was very higly likely he was indeed Crash. "u-u-umm...Its me Ziv..." He spoke in a quiet voice, well this is new but he felt a bit better. Hey maybe he could interact with people a bit more now.

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The red haired guy glanced at Ryuu as he muttered. ."You know theres a meeting in the inn...a group keen on putting an end to Marcus's reign" He mentioned absently, before questioning the otaku on Babe Ruth. He wasn't the most perceptive person but he could tell Ryuu was not impressed by A) him in general and B) that he didn't know who Babe Ruth was...

He was so caught up in the act of falling on his butt after getting himself run over by a wheelchair that the shapeshifter wasn't aware of the otaku's quiet contemplation on whether to ditch the clumsy red head or not. It would be safe to assume that the shapeshifter probably would have found him again in no time...like that annoying duckling from Tom and Jerry...popping up just after you think you've got away.

Crash almost lost his nerve as the guy muttered something under his breath before looking like he was about to carry on past. The shapeshifter had been sure...he was beginning to think this entire situation had been a ploy to mess with him. However when the guy spoke up and quietly said his name, Crash felt an overwhelming amount of relief pass through him it was obvious in his face as he literally grinned from ear to ear. ."I knew it!" The shapeshifter exclaimed, looking up at the other guy. ."Zivon! I can't believe it, its really you! I mean...you remember me...when Ryuu didn't I was...well...just yay!" Crash stuttered on, ending his mini episode of lunacy he offered his hand to Zivon in greeting, clearing his throat as he tried to reel himself in, remembering the other guy had been rather timid before. ."Sorry...lost it a bit there. Still haven't learnt how to contain the excitement.." He apologised feeling his cheeks flush in embarrassment. ."So, how have you been? The last time I saw you..." Crash trailed off, realising he was about to bring up a tender subject. He glanced at Ryuu noting how the otaku looked like he was about to bolt at any moment. ."We're heading to the inn did you want to come with us?" he was still practically buzzing with excitement as he fired yet another question at Zivon, which in fairness was very...Crash-like.

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Ryuu paled.

Oh God, we're bringing a guy on a wheelchair with us because this Bandicoot knows about him, he thought, realizing that things were already going out-of-hand. Ohhhhhh boy.

The otaku sighed as he turned to the inn's direction again. He really, really needed to get to the inn to pay the innkeeper as soon as possible. "If he's coming with us, he can follow us."

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Zivon was surprised it was really Crash, he really hasnt seen the red head in a long time and surely enough he was excited to see him as well. It made him feel awkward with all the excitment that Crash was having, he wanst well the type to handle it well. He moved back though, a bit too much for him to handle. "I am d-doing fi-fine..." He muttered out and looked the other direction, he didnt want to be reminded when they did late met. It was painfully and he already tried hard enough to forget the past or at least ignore it. Giving out a sigh as he was offered to go to the inn, he had to buy some food though, maybe he can help him if goes along maybe. It was tough for him to get stuff from the shelves so just maybe...

"I have to...b-buy some f-food...though...uuhhI-I can go...if you can help me on i-it later..." He asked out then turned to look at Ryuu, he seemed ot be in much of a hurry to go to the inn not sure why though. Sure he can follow at a slow pace, if anything he could go agaisnt his will just by pushing his wheel chair in that direction.

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Crash had enough sense in him to realise his over zealous greeting had been a little too much for the other Athalian to handle, he adopted a sheepishly guilty look as Zivon moved back and mutter a greeting. The shapeshifter lifted his hand to his neck, rubbing it awkwardly as Zivon looked away...despite the obvious signs they were both injured in a way by what had happened at the academy five years back, their injuries were very different. ."...Good to hear" Crash murmured, trying to internalise his excitement so as to lessen Zivon's discomfort or at least attempt to.

."Grocery shopping?" Crash repeated glancing from Zivon to Ryuu as the otaku sighed. ."Dude! Wait up" Crash called after Ryuu, frowning as the otaku powered on. ."He sure seems to be in a hurry" He commented before answering Zivon ."Sure thing, promise I'll help you out afterwards" he smiled at Zivon, before signalling for the boy to follow along. ."Ryuu! What's the rush?" He called after Ryuu, trying to decide whether to rush to catch up with the otaku or stay back with Zivon ."Say Zivon are...are any of the others here?" he asked after a moment trailing behind Ryuu with Zivon unless the latter asked him for assistance...he wasn't entirely sure whether he should offer his help for two reasons, A) He wasn't sure whether Zivon would appreciate it or not and B) Considering his track record he wasn't sure helping would be a good idea...he wasn't even sure where the inn was or how far away it was.

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The otaku called out as he continued to walk, "I need to pay the innkeeper lots of stuff!" Ryuu shouted as he lazily waved a hand at Crash and Zivon. "If you're not following, the inn's at the right a few meters from here."

Ryuu would have had time to do random crap... if he paid the innkeeper in advance. However, he had a little fine to pay by the end of the day. He did not want to increase the fine any further.

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"Thanks.." He was happy that Crash would help him later with some grocery shopping, it was really hard to get stuffnow a days. He looked at Ryuu again, he still wonder why he was suchi n a hurry though, was he in debt or something? "Oh uh... there a-a couple of them...like C-carmen and Lily but I-I dont really talk to them..." He answered crash question as he began to follow the two, they were a bit to fast for him though. Only using a wheel chair as his way of getting around its not really that fast. He seemed to be being left behind a bit to much so he called out. "uh...s-slow down...p-please!" He asked out as he was trying to catch up with Crash and Ryuu.

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Crash tilted his head to the side, wondering what the otaku meant by pay the innkeeper lots of stuff...he hadn't thought about it before but perhaps he should have asked Maria for some more details on the world he was coming back to. A place to live or work wasn't a problem, he'd spent years traveling from one place to another without the certainty of such things. ."Thanks, we'll catch you up" Crash shouted after Ryuu as the otaku shot off.

The shapeshifter hadn't realised that he had sped up...he had been thinking about what Zivon had said/ A couple...Carmen and Lily... he felt his pulse quicken, although he didn't know Lily all that well he couldn't help but be excited about the fact that both her and Carmen were here and he optimistically hoped they were doing well. Hearing Zivon call after him he pulled himself out of his fast paced thoughts and turned to look back at Zivon realising he had left the poor guy behind he instantly slowed down again, coming to walk slowly beside his friend. ."Sorry! Got a little carried away there..." He apologised to Zivon before looking up to see how far away Ryuu was. ."So Carmen and Lily are here huh? I hope we run into them soon..." He grinned at Zivon, he was dying to ask the young guy whether he'd seen some of the others but he decided to wait and ask Ziv about himself first. ."So what have you been up to over the last few years?"

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Zivon sighed in relief, at least he wont be left nehind as usual. That what you get for using an old fashoined wheel chair than people with htose mechnical legs and stuff. it felt weird though to talk to Crash again, its really been a long time and he sort of forgotten how to talk to him, he idd had more of a brighter and energetic personality than him. "...ya...sure" It was really hard to think what to really say, he sitll goes with the flow and never says anything else. Zivon sort of laughed after crash asked what he has been up to since the five years... learning how to get use to not feeling his legs, falling on the floor, the ability to end up trying to get htings from high places....those things really. "Nothing m-much...I mean....still t-trying to get u-use to moving w-without walking or standing...hard st-stuff but not to bad... Also helping a bit...ch-charity work with knitting and cooking. I-I cant do much now a days..." Zivon explained as he continued his slow pace, he did want to work in some resturants but they usually dont hire a person who cant walk at all. "...h-how about you?..." He asked, looking up to Crash.

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Crash had almost forgotten what it was like being around shy people, on his travels he'd generally been dragged towards the loud types, they tended to be more accepting of him. He rubbed the back of his neck as Zivon attempted a laugh, he felt like he'd said something wrong for a moment then...he was aware that the other guy was in a wheelchair but he wasn't exactly sure how to approach him. He had just been talking to him as if he were still the same Zivon he'd known back in the days of Athalia. ."I'm sorry this happened to you Ziv...isn't there any way to make it easier for you?" He murmured, clearly uncomfortable with his own words. ."The charity stuff sounds interesting, glad to hear your still cooking and knitting" He quickly added on with a small grin that quickly vanished as Zivon questioned him in return. ."Well, if I was honest nothing can compete to living in this place...I went back to living with normal humans. Travelling...trying to find my way back here" He answered, deliberately avoiding any mention of changes he may have gone through. ."Do you reckon there will be quite a crowd at this meeting?"

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Zivon just shrugged it off, he gotten used to it...well the feeling that it happened, you can't change the past. "...yes...b-but...I prefer....not to use any of th-those mechanical l-egs and braces..." Its for his own preference really, he rather have this old wheel chair than those mech legs he see people wearing. Usually charity work did keep it of his mind, making sweaters and cooking food usually took a good amount of time for him to not notice that he cna't walk anymore. "Its been...g-good..." Smiling a tiny bit after saying that he tunred to look around the place, it was going to be a while until they reach the inn with his pace, maybe he could ask Crash to push him? That would probably speed thinsg up. "Wow....hows trav-velling? You must ha-have seen so many places..." He was sort of jelous, he wanted to travel, maybe see the rold a bit better but then again....legs. "It must b-be cool to see alot....Oh...I do-dont know....I usually dont go to the meetings....c-crowds.." Zivon was still shy as ever and being in a crwod worried him alot.

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."I see..." Crash smiled, a fair choice he couldn't possibly pass judgement on. As they trailed along the shapeshifter found himself wondering how everyone else had been effected by the events five years back, it caused a lump of uncharacteristic anxiety to settle in his chest. He turned his head towards Zivon catching the smile, it was nice to see that Zivon could still smile despite everything. ."Travelling is fun I suppose. I ended up going everywhere I possibly could. Favourite part of it, seeing the northern lights and the blooming of the cherry blossoms" He grinned at Zivon, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, having initiated small talk he didn't feel quite as guilty for asking another question he was eager to know the answer to ."Say Zivon, you mentioned Carmen and Lily earlier...you err wouldn't have happened to see Kathy around would you?" He murmured, clearly a little nervous about asking but unable to stop himself. Before Zivon reminded him about his aversion to crowds...[i[And here I am dragging him along to a big meeting...[/i] Guilt leaked into Crash's expression as he looked up to see where the otaku had gotten too...he was probably already at the inn by now. They are meeting again tomorrow... he told himself, chewing his lower lip indecisively. One more day, could he wait one more day? ."You know...this meeting isn't really all that...there could be quite a crowd there, what do you say we skip it for today? I'll come help you with your shopping now instead?" He asked

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Zivon tilted his head, seeing Kathy around...he hasnt seen her around that much...well he wanst the type to go looking for people so she might be here. "No...n-not really, I dont k-know much who still stays h-here...I stay m-most of the time inside..." He answered, he had to smile though seeing that Crash was still interested in Kathy after many years ago...like a fair tale or a corny love story. "I am sure...y-you will see each ot-other though." If it was a corny love story who knows when they would meet but most llikely soon...maybe. As the two were goign to the inn crash asked instead if they skip for a day. Zivon was okay with it since there would be a lot of people there but he wonder why though of the sudden desicion. "Oh...o-okay sure, that would be really nice....hey for t-thanks for helping me...uuhh... with all that travelling I am s-sure you havent h-had a real cooked di-dinner havent you?" Zivon offered out, he stillliked cooking for people so it was a good way to say thanks atleast.