Aerodynas

(I apologize for my lack of posting here. I know it's not easy DMing and coming up with ideas for each individual character but such was what I chose. Due to school restarting, I have racked up a busy schedule; thus the RP may move slowly. Still, I intend to continue posting as much as my mind will allow me.) BasicTimeZone: character scenarios may happen without correspondence to other characters @Atarashi: Night comes as the sun breaks below the horizon. @Italy: Just after midday @California: Still late morning @@Charcoal Embers, In a city that never sleeps, even the night Atarashi was a grand sight and lively community. When the neon truly gleamed in a colorful array of essences, it seemed like night hadn't even arrived just yet. At least, it would have been this way had the creators of Atarashi not designed for all light sources to retain light pollution: their filters angling them to those who would look upon them below rather than omni-directional. It was quite the crafty way to design the magnificent digital screens that lived upon the building sides. For the young Prisca, the light would not invade her slumber as Atarashi glass was meant to block these specially designed neon. Even the lowest class of stay at Atarashi was in fact quite unparalleled to many other countries. Respect and happiness was all the city cared for: it's people. Extrovert annoyances weren't usually the reason many couldn't sleep in the splendor of the city. @@clockwork24, Some had offered initially to help Jeremy up but by his determined expression, they turned and continued about their day. The man was quite intimidating to some while others figured they had seen even more sight worthy things than a man with mechanical legs. "Hmm...interesting mechanization around the tibialis anterior though lacking satisfactory muscle aptitude," a young woman with long shaggy chestnut nodded, watching Jeremy as he went about his work. "Dr. Wheaton, I presume?" This woman appeared fierce in every way, her attire being that of a deep oceanic blue robe with what appeared to be gallant leather armor beneath about her waistline. Still, she left little about her upper torso beneath the robe either than what appeared to be of a dress structure and a golden amulet embedded with a white diamond. She only stood about 5'8" in height and was very beautiful in her body's stature. Her eyes, however, were a bright amethyst, staring unwaveringly at Jeremy below lick an eagle would a field mouse. No weapon was visible on her body, but the way she carried herself was more than enough to ensure she didn't simply mean to have a comforting chat. @, Brunhilde stood as well with Vincent but was silent the entire step in her motion. "Yes...you are in grave danger I fear..." Her whole demeanor was different at such a sudden moment and only Vincent would know her stance...fatal combat. Slowly yet blindingly fast, the woman's left hand gripped the sheath of her mighty rapier as the other extended to Vincent directly, her index and middle finger the only ones expanded with her palm flat to him. Her target was...him. She was distant, as she always did before challenging an opponent, mixing three different styles into one: bushido, art of the duel, and phantom noise. Each one she had taught to Vincent in some manner but mixing had yet to have been covered. As though entranced, Brunhilde closed her eyes to initiate the first gate of the phantom noise combat. "Master Vincent...Why are you so scared?" she asked in a calm yet eerie tone, "You have everything you need to protect yourself...I would be an utter fool to not treat you as an equal as I was your teacher...yet...I you desire understanding, chains shall be broken and an unraveling of the future would assume full control over you. Vincent...please don't make this any harder than it must be..." @@notten1, "Well sell it!" the man on the other side of the line said eagerly, "No reason to hold onto a dying brand. Besides, the money will be good I'm sure! The deed is beneath the wood at the register. Take the money to my office then give them the deed. Have a good day Kell!" With that, the phone was hung up as the two men eyed Kell with impatience, obviously wanting to leave the establishment as soon as possible. (Ampharos: I will be sure to have you a post by at least tonight. I'm trying to consider what exactly to do with your character to key into the plot at the moment. I will have something by tonight.)

@@notten1, "Oh I don't believe you have any drinks hard enough for me," the tall one retorted finally, grinning slyly. "Most of the stuff in here is watered down anyways. It disgusts me." The pair seemed to be getting impatient with the boy's antics, the bald one tapping his foot to a annoyed beat. The boss on the other side of the phone seemed to be a very carefree man, laughing as soon as Kelly answered. "Well hello to you too Kell! So uh...how much are they offering? Did they set a price?" he replied nonchalantly as it sounded like booming music in the background. Obviously, the boss was at a party of some kind and seemed to be more than enjoying himself due to the slur in his voice. "Eeyyyyhehehyyyy Sunneh," Erin giggled drunkenly as he wrapped an arm around the bald man, more than terrifying the small man due to Erin's size. "Let's be findin' a room aftur yer talks with the wee lad." "Let him go fool!" the taller man shouted before lifting Erin's arm and shoving him away, who only laughed in return. The short man had been sweating before taking his glasses and cleaning them. "D-do you seriously l-let people do that h-here? Y-you're lucky I don't sue!" @@clockwork24, The chubbier man wearing an apron covered in grease sighed and mumbled something that mocked the word 'tourists.' He then held out his hand and took the writing before studying it for a moment. "Oh, you're headed towards the Atarashi Conventional Center. Kinda weird you've never seen it. It's at the dead center of the city and is the biggest building, I think in the whole world. Not height wise of course," the attendant nodded before handing the paper back to Jeremey. Stroking his chin, the man continued: "You're quickest way from here would probably be taking the aerial tram. It's free so you won't need a ticket or anything." @, Brunhilde seemed to carry no expression as she heard Vincent's questioning, nodding as he willed a first hand look at his father. "Vincent...bluntly, he was attacked. All onlooking individuals within your father's embassy, well...those who didn't die, witnessed the event. Heh...but you'll may still inquire it hard to believe," she answered before sighing and standing, her rapier chinging in its sheath to her side. "My informant was panicked when he spoke to me: terrified if you must. According to his description, a white haired man with an enormous sword across his back led a group of four other individuals, all of their own descriptions, straight through your father's stronghold and...well...decimated three quarters of the manor...Your father had sent out a distress signal beneath the rubble but when he...er...his decapitated head was found, they pronounced him dead. Does this satisfy you, young master?" @@Ampharos, "O...oh...okay then..." the young woman responded, watching Pat turn tail and leave before growling to herself and pounding herself on the head. "Of course she left! You scared her away! Gah!" With that, the girl took off sprinting in another direction, sifting through the crowds like lightning. Atarashi still seemed lively, even with the sudden attack from the psycho recruiter girl. Everyone seemed to go about their business quite thoroughly and joyfully. Still the aroma's filled the air as dinner time was coming about. The sun was starting it's decent, casting magnificent colors of pumpkin and sakura through the slightly clouded sky. @@Charcoal Embers, Isao grunted in disappointment before Nao adjusted his glasses and looked at Prisca skeptically. "Hmm...that's a pretty long description compared to just innocently saying 'no' or going about your original style of speech...Isao, she's hiding something," he immediately assessed before Isao sighed and bowed respectfully to Prisca. "Well, then her secrets are her own I guess...Sorry for bothering you Prisca. We'll be headed off now. We need to find out at least something before nightfall. We don't exactly want to be out here in the cold heh..." Mikio sneezed to finish off Isao's words before the group turned around and began heading down the docks again. "See ya later Prisca! It was a pleasure meeting you!"

@@Charcoal Embers, Isao seemed ultimately nervous in his approach towards the cutely attractive girl. He almost didn't even retrieve her hand for a shake as he was entranced by her voice and appearance. The other two behind him weren't much of help either as the larger one expressed a face of determination and fierce conviction to the conclusion of the interaction as though her was watching a romantic anime. His counterpart was practically drooling from his eyes. "Oh...Prisca huh?" Isao smiled as he took her hand and shook it firmly, knowing she must not have been from any oriental nation. "I-It's a pleasure to meet you!" Suddenly, the fox-hooded friend jabbed Isao in the back, causing him to jump and look back. Embarrassed he released Prisca's hand and stepped out of the way. "Oh and this is Mikio," Isao introduced while pointing at the chubbier one before pointing to his friend with the glasses. "And this is Nao. We're natives here to Atarashi. Funny enough, this isn't even the whole gang. We were actually here looking for-gah! Stop Mikio!" Again his fox-eared friend jabbed him, causing Isao to start pounding him on the head while shouting incoherently. Nao quickly stepped forward and bowed, adjusting his glasses before addressing Prisca. "Sorry, but our intentions here are strictly confidential." "No it's not! It's not like she'll be of any harm...geez..." Isao retorted, relieving Mikio from his onslaught of terror. He then walked past Nao who responded with a grunt. "On any terms, she might be of help. Prisca? You didn't see anything odd on your way here did you? Maybe on the boats or in the water?" the blue-haired boy asked genuinely. @@Ampharos, It was no surprise what would be found in Atarashi as it was indeed the capitol of new beginnings. Uniquely to Pat's location, there laid many aromas of food derived from every nation: chinese, italian, american, french and european, indian, japanese, etc. The best part about it, however, was how Atarashi even had it's own little taste from those who had done a little culture mixing in their ingredients. Food often was the main target for many tourists just as much as the attractions themselves. The young woman's cry did cause quite the startle among the masses as many of them stopped just to stare and judge her a bit. After a few second, none of them really cared and went about their merry way. "Miss! Miss!" a young female voice shouted while running to Patil. The smaller girl had the look of a maid about her with a menu in her hands. Out of breath when she caught Pat, she bent over to her knees to catch her breath. Still, almost like a firework, she immediately sprung to action. "You really know how to catch someone's attention! Well, we can really put that to good use!" Obviously there was a catch to the maiden's action with her overly exaggerated expressions and voice but she fought ever opportunity for Patil to lose eye contact. "I'm from the Atarashi Conventional Center looking for skilled spokesmen...or spokeswomen in your case haha! You've probably already seen some of us around the-" "Hey! Would you like to try some of Sweet Gum's barbecue-" "Truly the best taste in Atarashi! Spring roll a'la-" "Here! Free sample! Come to the-" Suddenly, Patil was under an onslaught of advertisers from different restaurants. The young girl from the Conventional Center looked like she was about to explode as smoke started fuming from her ears. In complete insanity, the little maid pounced onto one of the advertisers and started gnawing at his ear, who in return yelped painfully. "Aah! Someone get this maniac off!" The girl then pounced in front of Patil off the man and glared viciously with a little bit of blood on her mouth from the man's ear. "This is MY prospect," she growled, "MINE!" The advertisers were immediately struck with fear at the little devil and backed away sweating before attempting another possible customer...far away from Patil and the she-devil. With that, the little girl spun around and smiled as though nothing had happened, wiping the blood from her mouth and bowing. "Sorry, heh...sometimes they don't know when to stop. Feels like the stoneage at times here," she apologized with a sweat. "Here, take a card. Hope we can hear from you soon...miss...um...what's your name?" @, Vincent's words seemed to give Brunhilde an appeasing aura, sprouting a sling smile upon her face as she took a sip of her warmed tea. Silently, the woman listed to every word she had grown accustomed to hear from her master's mouth. It didn't surprise her even in the slightest. Brun knew her ambition. Brun knew her master's ambition. Despite their lack of blood, she saw Vincent as a prodigy and partner rather than a master. The skilled woman had taught a great deal to him. Whether her teachings were entirely moral was led to speculation but it built Vincent into a strong willed, young man. Brunhilde was proud of his accomplishments. "Well..." she interjected to break the silence that had followed before lowering her tea cup and closing her eyes with perfect posture. "...then I will follow your ambition. My contract is tied to you alone, Master Lancer." Vnnng...Vnnng... The butler's pocket began to vibrate from a black phone she had carried. Calmly while sighing, she pulled up the device to her ear and answered in proper respect: "Yes?" After almost five minutes of dead silence and a humming from words being said, Brunhilde lowered the object and set it on the counter top to her side. She seemed distant slightly but her calm expression only voice eager anticipation. Collected in her mindset, Brunhilde crossed her leg over her knee in a casual manner. "It would seem your father is dead, young Lancer..." @@clockwork24, Almost as immediately as Jeremy made his advance, a salesmen caught his direction of intent and practically galloped over to him. "Why hello sir! Say, have you ever thought why you can't hear so well in large cities? Well that's due to your-" "Oi! Get yerself a fresh wrench from moi shop!" a girl butted in before followed by another. "You-must-buy...Two-fo-one..." Suddenly, all seemed to stop and freeze in place, not even the air chancing movement. "Dr. Wheaton..." a deathly voiced echoed from that of a man. "So you have finally arrived...Find the location at which I speak then we shall move to the hallowing dawn...Atarashi Conventional Center...third floor...vacant store...passcode 135791#...use your algorithmic cube to decipher the rest...bring the codex..." As the voice faded, everything returned to normal with the salesmen assaulting Jeremy's position with there many gimmicks and offers. @@notten1, The bar's bustle was still usual as the little exchange of words was met between Kelly and the two men who seemed a little on edge at the boy's antics. Who did he think he was, acting as though he were the owner of the establishment. No matter, they would do what had to be done in order to fulfill their own boss' expectations. "Well erm," the bald one started, "that's fine if we must wait for you to call your superior. Really, I would have expected more from competition. I'm sure our offer will more than suffice for this one." It was more than apparent that he was boasting more to his friend than Kelly as he looked back and chuckled, waiting for Kelly to call her boss. Even though Kelly was standing his ground and butting out his chin, the men cared little....financial stability perhaps or maybe they were compensating? "Come on, I'm sure your boss will love to hear the offer," the bald man said again. Oddly enough, the taller one had been yet to speak but showed an eye of arrogance just as level as his shorter counterpart.

@@notten1, Erin seemed appalled by Kelly's lack of consideration towards him after he went through all the trouble of stumbling over to him. He was about to say something belligerent before the doors to the Cloverlief opened strongly with a slight bang. Entering were some men in new age, black business suits. One of them was short and bald while the other long and growing largish black hair that trickled down his face. They had a look of determination about their face with a large briefcase to the short one's side. Despite their dramatic entrance, they proceeded quietly to the register where Kelly was sipping soda and grumbled at his improper mannerisms. "Eherm..." the short one interjected, "Sir, is your boss in today? The members of the High and Tight would like to spe-" "Oi would ye look at that!" Erin blurted out loudly, drawing everyone's attention. "Wee lil Sunny and Cher come to perform a ditty for de world again! I'll be drinkin' to that hahaha!" Erin began laughing far too heartily, causing himself to fall off the bench he sat on and go quiet with a groan that sounded like him saying 'ouch.' The two men glared at the man in disgust before returning their attention to Kelly. "Nasty customers for a nasty bar. Makes sense...So is he here, boy?" @@clockwork24, Atarashi was unusually bustling with people as the temperatures were dropping with the sun. Time was far from a reality in the city as nothing seemed to ever sleep. No shop ever closed nor any building of public commerce. Still, there were unfortunately salesmen here and there outside of shops, handing out fliers or anything that might attract any onlooking tourist's attention. The best part about Atarashi is that there wasn't any vehicles except public transit through aerial trams that numbered the sky above the city. Funny enough, if the buildings didn't reach so high, it would have looked like a theme park with all the lights and rails. The usual bustle of the ever so popular city never failed expectations. With the winter festivities, such as the parade or the other activities expected from such, it was no surprise there seemed to be more visitors. @, Brunhilde gasped at his humoring as she watched him walk back inside, closing the shutter behind him. "If I didn't, Master Lancer, your father would have my head-and need not I remind you of disgust one might behold to see my inner organs exposed to air!" she explained in frustration before putting her nose into the air and crossing her arms. "Besides, the Atlantic would be a much better place to jump into the sea. The waters there are much more relaxing." After her little excursion of expressing her distaste in his threat, Ms. Augustine walked forward and past Vincent to the kitchen. "When might our relocation commence?..." she said in a quieter fashion as she returned with a pair of warm cups of tea, awaiting Vincent to take his pick. "I know your motives...When your mind passes into silence, you have grown bored with the current fashion of your existence. You...do not wish to stay here as directed by your father...correct?" @@Charcoal Embers, "Welcome to Atarashi, an ingeniously man-made island city at the dead center of the Sea of Japan and ho-" "Geez, can the reiterate it enough?" A young man with slightly blue color hair that smoothed kindly to his ears uttered next to Prisca. "I know, right? So annoying," another boy behind him stated. It appeared that there was in fact a trio of boys that were next to Prisca, looking up at the city lights and horribly loud speakers in a carefree manner. The one with the bluish hair was obviously the ringleader with a thin, well fit body and carrying a backpack. The other two behind him appeared to be more of the otaku style, the chubbier one wearing a hood with fox ears and the other with a pair of glasses that looked like three glasses stacked on top of each other. "Isao, looks like we're not alone," the one with the glasses assessed, looking directly at Prisca with a blush. The ring leader, Isao, turned to see what his friend was talking about along with his chubbier counterpart before blushing in unison. They stared for quite some time before Isao shrugged and walked towards her with a cough. "Um...sorry about that. This isn't exactly our first time. My name is Isao. Are you new here?" he asked after introducing himself and bowing as with his culture.

Old Sinnings with New Beginnings RP (OOC) Patil, Prisca, and Jeremy "Welcome to Atarashi, an ingeniously man-made island city at the dead center of the Sea of Japan and home to new beginnings and life revitalization. People from across the globe flock to its existence whether for tour purposes or even to claim it as home. Whatever their reasoning, Atarashi is truly a most marvelous city with the very idea of peace at its core. Please, enjoy your stay and may your days have everlasting joy, " the well built and scenic looking intercom called over at the docks to the new arrivals to the city. It wasn't a different occasion as it was the city's motto after all but talk about a mouthful. Luckily, it was the only place in the city that blatantly startled newcomers minus the airport. They could have afforded to get a repairmen to readjust the speakers but there usually wasn't complaints. Still, the people who arrived on the boats or planes were in pursuit of something much more than worrying about the heavenly wrath of hearing a motto played every five minutes. 'New beginnings and life revitalization...' those were why so many people flocked to its gates in such vast numbers. Midday was arriving in the cold atmosphere over the city. Most of its occupants gave off very cute attires that, with a little bit of Japanese culture and fashion, took up quite the unique look while keeping everyone warm. For the sake of the Winter Festival, one would assume Christmas lights to be hung in every direction. Rather, the city's automated neon covered such a task. No matter where you looked, every building would be aglow in a warming hue. Interesting enough, even through sidewalk glowed a calm gold before alternating to a kind silver. The trees however were lit up and decorated by the citizens of Atarashi: each one carrying its own style and life by those who had given it in merriment. Truly, Atarashi was a magnificent sight this time of year. ...and would have remained that way. Vincent Frozen were the waters of Vanice in this time of the season with the heavy maelstrom of frigid temperatures that found the city a few weeks prior. Many dormant and vacant boats laid stuck like tiny monuments of a once lively city. Such times didn't always manage to keep people indoors though as children could be seen playing in the snow with the occasional slip or snowball being thrown. Others worked in what they saw a rotten luck but not all were saddened. Such things came and went. "Master Lancer," a collected, intellectually inclined female voice called out in a calm form, "Will you not come indoors sir? Nary should your father wish you take cold in the midst of the business year." The woman was very well dressed in something of an intelligent business professor. She obviously found black to be her favorite color as even her glasses were rimmed in such style. Butler wasn't exactly the aura she put off but it was a dutiful task she had to undertake. The only frightening part about her was her rapier holstered to her side and...that overly prepared, blonde hair that fell slightly below her shoulders. Brunhilde Augustin: a woman who had been with the family for quite the extended period of almost thirteen years. Ironically, she was a poorly German lassie from a boarding school when hired by the head chairman (Vincent's father) to care and tutor his inheritor when he was of age. Brunhilde was a genius of her time. In fact, the reason she was hired at such a young age was primarily because she had already accomplished schooling. She desired wisdom and understanding, the Lancer family paying well to ensure such things. Ms. Augustin was definitely the most qualified. "I shall not cure your ailments should you partake in such reckless behavior, young master." Kelly Thump thump thump! "Oi, wee girlie of swoonih, be a deary and patch me another one of those pinkly covered drinks would ye?!" The red bearded man shouted with a smile and wink across the bar after banging his fist several times. Obviously, this man was not from Los Angeles. He drank alcohol like a tank despite being a well paying and continuous customer. He was actually quite masculine, standing taller and stronger than most men in an overall physical appearance. His face a drunken red, the man got off his stool and went to the side of the bar where Kelly was serving another two gentlemen. Rudely, a sturdy, hairy arm wiggled through the two. "Make way chaps," he croaked before pushing through and staring at whatever Kelly was pouring in complete fascination. "Ohhh, I see naow. You were given' up on ole Erin and 'is pockets ey?" The man quickly fondled through one of his pockets before bringing his hand out and staring at it. Nothing was there but suddenly he became even more fascinated with his hand, gasping in aw at his fingers. This wasn't new for the Cloverlief Bar, intentionally being a different name by the owner who was of Swedish decent before passing away. The man's son ended up inheriting it but rarely put much care in the business. Rumors began to sprout that it would sell out to a high competitor soon with the lack of customers the rundown bar became accustomed too. Still, Erin had been there even before Kelly and despite his rude mannerisms, he was quite the mascot of the business.

Well shoot fire! This thing is still up and going?! So pleased...such epic... Anyways, still looking like a bunch of awesome individuals! Why the heck can't you people be around where I live?! Part of the city would probably have to be committed to ponies I guess then.... lol anyways, take another look at the insanity of me

Shadows, shades, unidentifiable shapes...a faded shimmer of light in a room of no sound...It was not real. None of it is real... Seimmiduris, the pony of darkened silver, knew not what was occurring in the tavern around him. The sounds that the others heard were not the same to him, screeching like painful cries and moaning in hellish symphony followed by a piercing ring. It wasn't that he couldn't comprehend the same senses as any regular pony but rather that he saw a different aspect of them in his own mind. Anytime Seimmiduris decided to meditate, often being in the strangest of places, the world faded into the darkness: the same darkness that consumed his past. Rather...real, less represented by sight. Stay-no! Flee!...Until the bell toll, strike the lightning...Souls of an afterlife... "Who may cry that does not have eyes?" he suddenly grumbled aloud to himself at his lone table with a flickering candle atop its center. The stallion lifted his scarred hooves and let them rest on the table before starring deeply at the flame as though nopony was there. "No being left to live...Consuming fire and lost hope..." Exponentially, it became more apparent that he was talking to the candle flame, the bright torch burning in his eyes that merely reflect under his hood that concealed his face. "Find the blood-Find the blood..." Seimmiduris whispered as the candle flame flickered more rapidly. "Find the blood....Find the blood-Find the blood..." Immediately, the flame disappeared into smoke, leaving the stallion sitting in a shadowy table of the filled tavern. Again, reality found him as he no longer heard the terrors he brought upon himself, closing his eyes to rest for a brief moment.

Thanks It's much appreciated

Just got another drawing done This one was long over due for my first ship

Been a while but simply forgot to post any of my pics. Here y'all go... aaand the one I just finished:

@@Jennabun, Always a wonder why they can't at least try make the toys to look like the show XD Anyways, nice pic Jennabun

I am sorry. I am sorry to everyone of whom I have affected or spoken to in my time here. I didn't mean to leave you short handed in your desire for online communication and friendship. For the most part, I have been extensively fake in an attempt to reconcile my failures and pains in the life away from the computer screen. Not only have I been unsympathetic to many, I have fooled others into growing attached to me. It was like a drug, lighting and inhaling until it was burnt out. Sadly, the satisfaction was only temporary. Assuming the date is correct, I have been a member of this site a little over half a year and throughout that time period I have been hiding from a reality I have to face. It's nice to dream...but sometimes you have to let go. You have to understand that life is what it is and it isn't getting any better. It will always remain the way it was since the beginning and you can be assured that one day you will die. What you do in that time, whether you waste it on a website, party with your friends all the time, work till your dying breath, is your decision. Look at me pretending to be wise. In reality, I'm not wise at all. I'm a very insecure person who has had a deep and dark past. Sensibly, who hasn't had a dark past? Who hasn't had it rough in their life? Everyone has it rough in some form right? Everyone is special in their own way and everyone has a purpose.... Unfortunately, if everyone has these things, who truly has these things? I'm not special. I don't have a purpose. Shadow and dust is what I am. I will work then I will die. Doubtfully, I will love and have a family. If I do, likely, it will be only to satiate that desire rather than out of love. I'm nothing more than a pawn: a marionette on a string. Fighting the inevitable only makes it worse. Believing in the impossible only makes it worse. Just bend over and take it...My face is blank. You can hide and imagine the world to be colorful and beautiful, but you only blind yourself to the shades of grey...I accept them now. I am no one. I am a beaten, ugly, and torn image...colorless and pale. It's time to take my place in those lines of shadows... et sic alii mortem