New World Order IC thread (Rated M for violence)

[Who's Kiyo?]

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[FONT=&quot]Ave

7:43am, January 1st, 3000. Daniel's Apartment; Groverdale, Connecticut.​

[FONT=&quot]She sat on the stool and posed herself like a refined goddess. Why were the fates so generous to me in this moment? I commanded my brush to focus diligently on every little detail as I admired her queen-like elegance.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]It was almost like she was frozen in time by the way she sat, her smile never twitching, her eyes never seeming to blink, and her body never shaking or re-adjusting itself upon her throne. Her face may have been directed downwards, but her gaze stuck itself on me and my soul. Her thick, luscious eyelashes still failed to prevent her brilliant eyes to be hidden from view.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]I pleaded with myself not to screw up an inch of her body as I captured it with my paints.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]----[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Mpth. Grah. Haplificha. Brahamar.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]I tried clearing my mind as my eyes cracked unwillingly open, my headache forbidding them to rest at ease. I rubbed my eyes as best I could with my little arms before looking up to see my Arbiter still sitting in the freaking stool the gawd damn artist put her in.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]I shook a little with contempt. Knowing we'd be here for much longer then we should, I tried easing my muscles again. It was easier this time to fall back asleep, what with the entire apartment soundless like a cemetery. My headache slowly floated away as I could feel a breeze of mental wind cooling my blood.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Ah. There we-[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]"Excuse me." My Arbiter said suddenly, scaring me half to death. Painter boy was just a thrown off as I was, and he stammered a bit when he came back to.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]"Y- Yes, dear?" he whimpered.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]"What's that? I've been dying to ask."[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Her eyes motioned towards a glass case with an ovular thing inside of it. The glass was dusty, and you could tell painter boy didn't really pay much mind to it over the years.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]"H- heh, oh, yes, well," he said, desperately trying to find his place again with his painting. "Family heirloom."[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]"Yes. What is it." My Arbiter said, kindly stern and unsatisfied. Painter boy paused for a second in curiosity. He probably didn't expect that kind of firmness from her.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]"It's an egg. Very old." He steadied his brush once again. Suddenly, my Arbiter got up from her stool and, as if the wind was at her command pushing her forward, she was suddenly at the egg and removing the glass case.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Flabbergasted, painter boy dropped his brush and exchanged glances with me before, in panic, looking back at her. Her perfect pose was lost and he didn't know what to do with himself. "Wha- What are you doing?!" he demanded.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]My Arbiter simply felt the egg in her hands. She frowned a little though. "You haven't been taking care of this egg very well. How do you expect it to hatch?"[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]"Please miss, take a seat back down." Painter boy quickly asked. His painting was slowly going to ruin.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]"Answer me, Daniel." She cooed as she began to get her smile back.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]"And please put that down, miss. It's very fragile."[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]There was a slight pause as my Arbiter looked at the egg. Her smile was now completely back. She looked up to painter boy again. "I bet I could do a better job."[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]"Miss, give me that please and go sit back down, I beg of you." He said as he made the mistake of walking towards her.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]I withdrew my claws in preparation. I wonder what she's going to make me do this time.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]----[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Every time a car flew by my muscles tensed up. I hate sidewalks. Well, at least we're not in a big city or anything. My Arbiter made me hold the new egg in my arms so "my monster warmth could speed it along" or some bullcrap like that. I had a very skeptical feeling about this egg. Painter boy was right, this egg was pretty old. It was as cold as ice, and its contents felt hard and dead. But my Arbiter looked at it with the same kind of look she gives me.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Seriously though, I'm ninety-three percent sure this thing was dead a long time ago.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]VVVVVVVRRRRRRROOOOOOOMMMMMMMM[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]HAVE I MENTIONED I HATE SIDEWALKS BECAUSE IF I HAVEN'T I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT THERE IS NOTHING MORE ANNOYING AND TERRIFYING THEN A GAWD DAMN SIDEWALK.[/FONT][/FONT]

 

[aspie3000]

Arro Malthesis
New Orleans, Louisiana

The Tamer snickered as Drateel's attack split the Spectre in two. The Tamer ordered his Demon Hyena to use Demon Laughter on the halves of the Spectre. The Spectre was split into more pieces and attempted to reform. Before that, Drateel came bounding over the hill and in front of Arro.

"Well dude with the Drateel, i'll leave this to you. All it'll take to finish this mofo off is one shot. You can either capture it or take it out. It's all up to you," said the Tamer before leaning back against a tree with shadow waiting to see what Arro would do.

Arro looked towards the Shadow Spectre and threw a black hole ball at the monster, capturing the monster.

" Look at that Drateel," Arro said,

" Looks like you got a battle brother."

Arro examined Drateel, to see if any damage was done during the Airborne Fury move. No major damage was done to Drateel, so the two kept walking. Arro walked towards the tamer, extended his hand intending on shaking hands and said,

" Thank you for the help back there, the name is Arro, if you were wondering."

Christian shook Arro's hand and shook it hard. He liked to make a good impression. "Trust me man, you've helped me more than I helped you. I never would've been able to immobilize that Shadow Spectre without you. Consider me letting you capture it my thank you. But... we need to haul arse. Like I said, more Ghouls are coming in greater number, and with my luck some of its higher stages might tag along with them," said Christian.

He then peered deeper into the swamp, "I'm actually here for a creature called the Metal Wani. It lies deeper into the swamp in the wetter area's. I now realize that it's pretty much suicide going in there alone, but I have a feeling that you're in this swamp to capture a certain monster yourself. I'll leave this up to you. Either we can go that way (points to the way out of the swamp) or we both can go that way and get our monsters (points toward the deeper part of the swamp.) Again it's your choice seeing as how I don't want to risk my life for a mutated alligator."

 

[Nideous]

The cub bolted past Danny, knocking him on his back and collided with the hyena. Wait... That wasn't a hyena! He had misidentified it! It was juct a simple coyote. Things just got a whole lot better. The cub and the coyote began to circle each other, and Danny heard Scarlet screeching. He spun and saw the other coyote had her wings in his jaws and was dragging her around by them, and she was losing a copious ammount of blood. He had to act, and fast. He insantly grasped what he needed to do and kicked.

"Off of my dragon!" he said softly as his large, thirteen inch steel toed boot collided with the canid's head. It yelped and went rolling on the ground, looking dazed. Scarlet limped over and hid behind Danny. A loud snarl made him turn back to see that the cub was not doing much better. His leg that had been caught in the trap was clearly in pain, and the smaller coyote was using this to it's advantage. To make things worse, their battle had attracted the attention of more animals, and he could hear them lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce. So, he had a problem. Even if he, Scarlet, and the cub could fight off the two coyotes, they would be overwhelmed by the other monsters. He already had Scarlet in his arms, and the cub was slowly backing towards him. He bent down and scooped the wolf up and took off deeper into the swamp. As he ran, he was aware that it was getting harder to run. Soon, he stopped, bogged down by the mud. He looked around anf sighed, leaning against a tree, spotted... Something in the swamp moving around. He suddenly had a very bad feeling about this.

 

[TornZero]

Zane Alef

6:22 PM, January 1st, 3000 | Okinawa, Japan​

A nice shower was always refreshing, even if it was just to keep from getting ill. Plopping down on the gigantic bed in the inn, Zane wondered why it was so easy to catch his new monster. It must have been weak, but he didn't want to release it. He thought it'd be worth it, and T-BOE needed some friends anyways.

"18:23," he said, checking the clock/alarm on the nightstand by the bed. "We should get somethin'ta eat." Having air-dried the rest of the way now, Zane and his furry little partner moseyed on down to the kitchen/cafeteria and picked up a bowl of rice and some freshly-made teriyaki ramen. T-BOE picked himself out a few lettuce leaves. "So, what do you think a Raijuu's capable of?"

...

No response. Not like he could understand the rabbit, but it's still worth a shot. T-BOE's still a monster, so it may end up capable of human speech eventually. Zane slurped down a couple of noodles and rice, still trying to figure out how to hold chopsticks properly, while the killer bunny chomped on the lettuce it took. After a few seconds of pathetically trying to keep a bite of teriyaki from falling from between the chopsticks, he just jabbed into it and ate it like a kabob.

Zane, one, chopsticks, nada. And it was delicious. A victory over chopsticks, and tasty teriyaki. Couldn't hurt to keep trying, though.

「すみません．．．」 Having finally figured out how to use the chopsticks, and sliding a noodle into his mouth, Zane looked up and by his table was a young girl, probably still early in primary school and here with her parents.

「何？」

「ウサギをなでてもいいですか？」 She wanted to pet T-BOE. This kind of thing should be expected; the little dude's cute enough with its big eyes and floppy ears to make someone vomit a rainbow. (Rainbow-spewing monsters not counted in cuteness-induced rainbow-spewing.) Smiling kindly, Zane answered her.

「どうぞ召しあがれ。」 The girl gave the evil bunny on the table a few gentle strokes across his back when Zane approved. Giggling at the feel of his soft fur, she noted at its cuteness.

「ありさちゃん。」 The girl's parents called her name from a few tables down, who were finishing their dinner.

「ありがとうございます。」 She stopped petting T-BOE, thanked Zane, and went back to her parents, who were getting up to leave.

Smiling again, Zane looked at his partner. "Seems like you're makin' friends all over the place." He didn't understand one or two words the girl said, but a year or so of Japanese lessons and being around them let him understand the majority spoken and respond to it (somewhat); the rest was up to body language.

 

[Pkmn Trainer Butthead]

Christian shook Arro's hand and shook it hard. He liked to make a good impression. "Trust me man, you've helped me more than I helped you. I never would've been able to immobilize that Shadow Spectre without you. Consider me letting you capture it my thank you. But... we need to haul arse. Like I said, more Ghouls are coming in greater number, and with my luck some of its higher stages might tag along with them," said Christian.

He then peered deeper into the swamp, "I'm actually here for a creature called the Metal Wani. It lies deeper into the swamp in the wetter area's. I now realize that it's pretty much suicide going in there alone, but I have a feeling that you're in this swamp to capture a certain monster yourself. I'll leave this up to you. Either we can go that way (points to the way out of the swamp) or we both can go that way and get our monsters (points toward the deeper part of the swamp.) Again it's your choice seeing as how I don't want to risk my life for a mutated alligator."

" Oh yes, the Metal Wani," Arro replied, recalling the creature from his various escapades into the Bayou.

" Frankly, I came out here to train, it's where most of the locals head out, so I go there," Arro added.

" If you are looking for the Metal Wani, there is an island around here where they often are found sunbathing. However, no sunbathing happens at night, so we'll head deeper into the swamp, and see what we can find," Arro informed, sounding like a tour guide.

Arro looked at his Drateel, who was checking the surroundings for any threats. Arro looked at his tamer band, and clicked around on it. After fiddling with it, Arro figured out how to heal his monsters that are in the other realm. Arro used the healing powers to heal the Shadow Spectre he caught, returning it to full health. Arro moved forward towards the centre of the swamp, keeping his eyes peeled for any threats, as well as the monster the Tamer, who's name Arro did not know. Arro turned back to the tamer, to see if he was following.

" By the way, are you registered in the MFC by any chance, just wondering," Arro questioned.

 

[Arcaray]

(OOC: A little poorly written, but I figured I should stop stalling and post again. :D)



The streets of Boston were littered with decorations and the remnants of a good party as 2999 had drawn to a close. It was still fairly dark, so the few drunkards stumbling through the city failed to notice Adrianne. It was always easier when Tryad wasn't on show, so with him safely in his pocket dimension Adrianne cut through the alleyways until she found herself outside a very familiar door.

Adrianne traipsed up the steps and rapped on the peeling paint. A shuffling noise could be heard from within, before a bolt slid back and the door opened. A bleary eyed girl with tousled, turquoise hair stood in the door frame, squinting into the darkness. She seemed as if she was about to get very angry before she recognised the slender figure before her.

" 'Drianne!" the girl exclaimed, embracing her visitor. Tired, bloody, and hungry, Adrianne couldn't help but smile back as her best friend let go. "What are you doing here? Wh-" The girl's eyes widened comically. "Why are you covered in blood?"

"Hey, P. You wouldn't happen to have a shower, would you? Or a bed?"

'P' (or rather, Penelope), simply smiled and nodded, stepping aside to allow Adrianne to enter. Penelope didn't ask why Adrianne didn't go to her own house, to which she was very grateful. But then, she didn't have to ask; if anyone knew Adrianne at all, it was Penelope.

Adrianne sighed deeply as she sunk onto Penelope's sofa, moving aside a large pile of clothes. The room was a tip, but it was nought to do with the recent turn of the millennium; a mutual hatred of the New Year was only one thing that the two girls shared. No, Penelope was far from house proud, but Adrianne wouldn't change it in the slightest. She almost fell asleep right there and then, happy to feel, dare she say it, at home.
Penelope bounced onto the sofa next to Adrianne, staring at her intensely. Although her lilac eyes were still glazed over, her energy was completely renewed.

"You look starved, D. And y'know, messy. Are you going to explain, or am I just supposed to guess?"

Adrianne chuckled at Penelope's concern. Best friends 'til the end, sure, but Pen would always have the maternal instinct that Adrianne simply lacked.

"Starved, yes. Messy, you betcha. Tryad and I had a bit of a run-in with some Monkeys. Have you got any pizza?"

Without asking, Adrianne got up and raided the fridge. Sure enough, there was a box of half-eaten pizza staring right back at her. Grabbing a piece and stuffing half of it into her mouth, Adrianne couldn't contain a groan of content.

"Anyone would've sworn I knew you were coming." Penelope said with a grin. "So, was it a few monkeys? What element? Ooooh, did you find it?"

Swallowing hard, Adrianne shook her head. "A few monkeys? Try a whole forest. We were completely ambushed! Managed to get one for myself though, thanks to Try'."
Adrianne took another bite of pizza, not even waiting to swallow before speaking. As for it...

"We were soooo close, P! Me and Try' waited for ages, hours, and then she phoned and it scarpered."

Adrianne didn't even bother to hide the contempt in her voice. Penelope sensed the tone and reacted accordingly.

"And what did she want?"

Adrianne sighed, leaning back and closing her eyes. "She thought I was hurt by the FRA. That explosion in Times Square, did you hear about it? Yeah, she thought I was in New York again."

Penelope tutted and rolled her eyes. "Like the FRA would even try something like that. Foolish, poorly thought-out propaganda on the government's part. Now, come on." Penelope stood up, nudging Adrianne's arm. "You're getting dried blood and dirt all over my clean clothes."

Adrianne raised one eyebrow, and they both fell about laughing. Not even they could see what was so funny. After a few minutes of hysterics, Adrianne stood up, stretching slightly. "Thanks, P."
"Not a problem, D. Now, you go and shower, I'll get to work on Tryad and your monkey."

Nodding, Adrianne pressed her Tamer Band to release her two monsters. They collapsed on the floor, both as exhausted as the other. If there was anyone Adrianne trusted with healing, it was Penelope. Before Adrianne had reached the stairs, Penelope was cleaning Tryad's wounds.