Not All Problems Can Be Solved with Fists. [Closed]

[cityship]

The planet Audotorel was a normally quiet and peaceful place. The world itself wasn't much different than late 20th Century earth, save for being further along with the spread of cleaner technology. Even the people weren't that much different from humans.

Stacy crew members Mar, Punchy, Jiriaya, and the Blue Beetle were sent to that world, dropped in the city of Edia Forenze, and given the mission to "Quell the trouble there." Stacy gave them no more information than that, leaving the rest to them to figure out.

Of course, that would mean that they'd have to find the trouble first. But on this rather beautiful, clear day, perhaps the rather large bolts of lightening that were crashing to the ground several blocks from them might provide a clue.



((While there's no set order, I do want the bad guy to get every third post. So it'll be someone, someone else, baddie, another someone, someone iv, baddie and so on))

An overlord training? No, never. [Open]

[iceiceprincess]

Pram hated the concept behind training. It never went well with her image as "the youngest overlord with growing power." She was supposed to be a genius! The smart one that controlled others through her fake oracle future-reading. But ever since she had came out of the pods during the pod release before the most recent one, her Mana Power hadn't been up to where it should have been, making it harder to keep her image of being a strong overlord.

After some time of mulling over it, Pram finally gave into training her Mana Power. She stepped into one of the unused Sensorium, letting the room take her memories of her Netherworld palace. She let the Sensorium conjure a few low-ranking demons (that she could care less of) from her memories. They gave out growls as they turned to face Pram, ready to attack.

"Hmph, it will have to do." Pram mumbled to herself with a sigh as she brushed her hair away. She took a breath as she floated up, closing her eyes as she concentrated.

"...Frost Dragon!" She yelled out, and a ball of light blue light formed before shattering into pieces. The lolita overlord gave a growl as she gave a light stomp.

"Why?!" She demanded to no one in particular, frustration clearly showing on her face as she scowled down at her feet. She resorted to the skills she could use as she fended off the demons that took the chance to attack her before she forced the Sensorium to make the scenery disappear back to the default blank place.

"I should have collected enough Mana Power! Ugh, this is so stupid!" She was so frustrated that she have forgotten that she didn't fully close the door behind her when she entered the room...

Sail Away, Sail Away [Open]

[seasindorei.livejournal.com]

The Sensoriums were good for a few things, Ter'thelas had found. The strange rooms were usually a place he avoided as he found the simulated reality a bit too unsettling for his tastes, no matter how real things seemed. In this case, however, it was rather gratifying. Anyone who might enter would find themselves on a small boat, a yacht in fact, about 40 feet in length and rigged with a single triangular foresail and a mainsail amidships. A handy craft that could be handled by one man, provided he knew what he was doing. The weather, it seemed, was perfect. Bright sun, few clouds, and a stiff sea breeze.

At the aft end on the raised section of the quarterdeck was a small wheel directing the tiller; there stood Ter'thelas, hair tied back and out of his eyes as a sea breeze whipped stray locks of his long mane about him. The vessel fairly danced across the smooth blue-green swell of the waves, raising and falling as the elf set a course for nowhere in particular. For once, he had nothing but himself, the sea, and a fine craft to guide across the waves.

At least until the simulation ended.

It Was a Graveyard Smash! [OPENTASTIC]

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

The Sensoriums are decorated like the most well-tended and enthusiastically holiday-oriented suburb Southern California could have created. Jack-O-Lanterns grin out from driveways and porches; smoke machines belch out onto the sidewalk; orange-tinted Christmas lights twinkle from the rooftops. A loop of Halloween-themed music, from the Monster Mash to Thriller, plays over the scene.

Eva knows there aren't many children on Stacy, but that doesn't mean that the ones here shouldn't have the occasional holiday. Just because they lack a calendar doesn't mean they lack a festive spirit. Besides, almost all kids like candy and she was able to purchase plenty at the theme park and in Geartopia.

Each house has some hologram families giving out candies and chocolates, as well as small toys and little origami animals. Every hologram is dressed up in a ridiculous costume of some sort.

She flits from house to house, imagining up little details to add, dressed in an orange prison jumpsuit she finds unbearably humorous. After sending out a message on the channels, she waits for guests to arrive.

[OOC: Everybody, go forth and mingle, have fun with the setting, TP some houses, whatever! Please threadjack, start your own threads, and go wild. The Halloweentown mini-plot will be in this post later tonight with those players, but the rest of the post is open for everyone.]

Summertime [Open]

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Zouichi sat by a the mirrored black water of a small pond. Nearby, a wisteria plant was coming into bloom, dangling its delicate, curved violet flowers toward the earth.

As promised, a tray of chilled watermelon slices was set to the side, near the wooden steps leading down to the garden and free for any passersby to take. For his part, however, Zouichi occupied himself with feeding a small group of googly-eyed baby goldfish, who darted back and forth through the water to gobble up stray flakes of fish food.

It was nice to take a break from exploding ghost wolves lions once in a while.