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Post by treemoonflower on Jun 3, 2018 11:30:45 GMT -5
One day at the normal "Cafe Crashing Heaven" French Kiwi Juice was sitting with Noah enjoying their drink and light conversation.
"So i've been wondering... where does the liquid go?"-FKJ
Noah goes to take a sip holding the cup right where a mouth would be then envelops the cup in a thick black smoke.After a few silent moments pass Noah takes the empty cup out of his "Face" and sets it back on the table with a kind of Ta-Da gesture.
"Wow! that didn't at all answer my question but that's still pretty neat. Hmmm I wonder." Fkj runs off back to the cafe bar.
Noah, wondering where all this could be going resigns himself to relax and starts reading the "local" crashing heavens newspaper. Taking a moment to really appreciate the fact that this cafe still uses physical print instead of digital news.
Fkj returns after not to much time has passed with an absolutely massive plate of food and plops it down on the table."Now you gotta show me how you eat these and some of these and a couple of this oooh oooh and some of that!"
Noah releases a large cloud of anxious looking smoke and puts both hands up palms facing fkj in a "please I couldnt don't make me" gesture but Fkj either doesn't get it or couldn't care. After some constant badgering and chanting "EAT EAT EAT" over and over Noah finally picks up the closest thing possible(a strange alien meat drumstick) and takes it again into his smoke pulling back only the bone. He quickly pats his belly with both hands trying to say "no more i'm full" but after seeing him eat that French Kiwi Juice gets even more excited.
Noah Seeing that he cant win this gets up to leave but as he turns his back FKJ tosses another drumstick at his head. It phases through and the bone falls out the other side clattering to the floor. Angrily Noah whips around only to see Fkj holding more food in his hands with an extremely devilish look on his face.
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Several minutes later a large golden playing card with a sword on the back materializes then it flips around as Na'Zir steps threw what would be the face of the card. Na'Zir lets out a huge yawn"Oh man I slept way to good I almost missed this century. I wonder if there is any tea left." After he gets his tea he turns around an notices a peculiar sight, a very fat Dullahan lying on the ground cowering as an exoticly dressed man stands over him throwing food into his "face".
Na'Zir lets out a small sigh as he sits down at what was their table,sips his tea and proclaims."I see things rarely change. What will today hold I wonder?"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jun 3, 2018 13:27:30 GMT -5
Na'Zir sees an array of teas: green, black, jasmine, medicinal orchid, peach and plum, cinnamon... As he seeks out tea, Sun Dragon and an androgynous man both go over, calmly filling their tea, and drinking it quietly, the androgynous man preferring an Earl Grey blend while Sun Dragon enjoys the peach and plum. They return to a table alongside a fencer, the Twilight Blade, partaking of a Spanish tea. There is sparse conversation, as they seem to be engaging more in a kind of tea ceremony to relax into their day.
At a nearby table, Bitrax laughs heartily, bringing Leo to do so as well. Bitrax's orange skin and shock-white hair is a contrast to Leo's more traditional red hair, and although Bitrax is certainly a large man Leo has him beat by being an actual giant. In contrast with the quiet tea-drinking men, Leo and Bitrax have heaped themselves legs of mutton, Banbarian noodle bowls, large dumplings and a plate of bamboo shoots, carrots, radishes and similarly crisp vegetables.
Through the louder cacophony (to say nothing of the outright drunks in Astartheth, Quion, Kumo, Oliver, Coldstar and Crash Fox), Na'Zir is approached by someone who is not a Crashing Heavens member. Specifically, an old man comes up to him in a wheelchair. The man says, "I never thought I'd see another one of you. Know that I cannot express how honored I am highly enough".
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Post by treemoonflower on Jun 3, 2018 13:46:54 GMT -5
"Sir you humble me. The honor is mine I assure you. Now what pratell was your title again so that I may recant our encounter?"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jun 3, 2018 15:18:59 GMT -5
The man shakes his head. "We've never actually met. I only knew of you from legends". He tries to stand, but clearly it brings too much strain. Instead, he offers his hand, explaining, "In my country, we clasp hands upon meeting a new acquaintance. I do so only as a courtesy, and because I cannot bow in such a chair". He then offers, "I am Dr. Vance Goodson, and I was the Golden Key from 1932 to 1958. The Golden Key is a defender of this world from that which seeks to break the locks from beyond".
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Post by treemoonflower on Jun 3, 2018 16:14:52 GMT -5
In his ethereal duel voice,"We thank you for your years of service to the cause Dr. Goodson." Na'zir takes great care when grasping his hand and gives a slight bow while doing so. "It is always a pleasure to encounter an agent of."
Suddenly Na'zir is cut off by some comotion over in the distance. It seems Noah's and French Kiwi Juice's shenanigans have devolved into a full on fist fight with a crowd of onlookers egging them on. "What's the matter ghost boy can't keep your food down" FKJ yells as he punches Noah in the gut. Noah actually looking quite bloated and sluggish from earlier attempts a quick jab to the face but misses and stumbles a bit opening him up to another punch to the gut from FKJ. This time though it seems Fkj's taunt rang true and a large cloud erupts from Noah's neck(much like a burp) and Noah keels over on all fours spewing out a huge cloud. When the mist settles a large mound of bones and complete skeletons of varying races are left. (The crowd reals from this unexpected and mildly disturbing scene)
Noah quickly get up, (looking noticeably thinner and embarrassed) jumps FKJ and the fight rages on after the initial shock wears off.
Na'Zir says" As I was saying It is not every day I encounter an agent of order. This is most pleasing. I'm sorry about the ruckus but maybe sometime soon we could have a more intimate meeting of the minds. Maybe we could even go out for a..."
Na'zir stops short when he sees FKJ flying like a ragdoll thrown threw the cafe directly towards him. "ENOUGH" he yells floating into the air he rearranges the direction FKJ is flying as well as a couple chairs and table then releases his magic. Seamlessly fkj falls sitting upright perfectly in his chair, back straight, hands folded in his lap as a teacup lands in front of him with a scone accenting it.Silently Fkj sits there stunned.
Na'zir floats back down and sighs,"Now where were we?"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jun 3, 2018 16:32:55 GMT -5
Quion opens up gambling on the fight. "I'll take 2:1 on Ghost Boy", he says, starting to drop gold coins into a pile. Balst replies, "I'll take that bet. I have a feeling Kiwi can surprise you". Quion immediately attempts to cheat the bet by altering the environment, but Balst hedges him off.
The fight eventually stops, with Quion yelling at Na'zir, "Come on, man, we're making book over here!"
The Golden Key chuckles to himself. "Ah, I miss these days, Lord Na'zir. These boys don't know how good they've got it. When we were facing the damn Krauts... we thought that time would never end". He shakes himself from his reverie, a haze of memories. "I wasn't sure who to report this to, but then I had heard from Mr. Lumina-Rossis' there's ongoing correspondence with my friend Atomic Fireball that a Lord of Order had appeared when fighting some kind of Death Gate". He then snaps his fingers. "Brent!", he calls out with an authority.
A young man with ruddy skin runs up to the Golden Key. The kid pants and says, "Mr. Hamlund, I can lose my job if..." The Golden Key shakes his head. "We're among friends, Brent". "Okay, Mr. Goodson, but I can still lose my job..." "I'll need you to do research for Lord Na'zir here".
Goodson explains. "Brent's family has served the Golden Key for some time. Since there has not been a new one in recent years, this has mostly meant helping with my estate. He's a good boy, and a talented researcher and amateur mage". Brent shakes his head, saying "I don't know what..." "Oh, hush, Brent", the Golden Key cuts him off. "I know you were reading through my books. Your body spray is all over them".
Brent, cowed, stops talking. He is clearly intimidated by the ongoing insanity. This is not helped when Quion, shirtless except for body paint matching UEG colors (blue, green, white and red) for the Universe Cup of soccer, puts his weight on Brent's shoulder and says, "Man, you know this old dude? Cool guy, cool guy, shouldn't be pussing out in an old folk's home..." Brent surreptitiously handles Quion a breath mint, as currently he reeks of spiced rum and riot juice.
Goodson continues. "There seems to be a tangent universe that has been created by the overuse of certain artifacts. I hypothesize... are you familiar with the Shen Gong Wu, perchance?"
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Post by treemoonflower on Jun 3, 2018 17:03:55 GMT -5
"Why yes I have heard tales of these. If memory serves they were created by Grand Master Dashi. A noble man indeed, unfortunately most of his work was used in a constant power struggle between waring disciples.As for their misuse this is hardly surprising and gravely disturbing. Please tell me more."
Noah casually walks over to a still silent Fkj, picks up another paper and begins to relax now that he doesn't have a baboon constantly shoving food in him. Noah takes a sip of his tea, then spews it all over a stunned fkj. Coughing a little bit it seems that Noah only likes black coffee. (OOG really he only likes Black Coffin but that's harder to drink)
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jun 4, 2018 14:55:30 GMT -5
Goodson continues. "It appears as if the interaction between a few of them, I would guess the Golden Tiger Claws, the Yang Yo-Yo, the Reversing Mirror, the Serpent's Tail and the Ring of Nine Dragons. This created a kind of parasitic tangent world in the Yin-Yang World. The world as is poses a threat to the balance of yin and yang".
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Post by treemoonflower on Jun 4, 2018 17:29:26 GMT -5
"That combination does indeed sound problematic. We may need to intervene on this matter and restore the balance. Tell me anything more you can about your hypothesis here Doctor, and of course you have my thanks for bringing this to my attention."
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jun 4, 2018 22:34:26 GMT -5
Goodson notes, "I would surmise based on the interactions that this will be a fictive world, likely based in tropes derived from the combatants, with quite real consequences and quite real Shen Gong Wu".
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