The Seven Keys to Your Heart's Desire.(RP thread)

[BANANA]

i don't have any idea what's happening


i just ignore everyone that isn't near me

Who is where

What is going on

[Guyperson]

And after days of planning with Alexandy, we have our post.
I'm in quotes, he's in italics, the Wiabu is in bold.

Perry threw a shuriken at the Wiabu, grazing its arm. "Heh, that shuriken was ASDFGHJKZL-" he was cut off mid sentence as a stream of blood knocked him over, while the Wiabu closed its wound. Gaijin no baka it bellied as it drew near.

Odd. But enlightening. Alexandy rushed the Wiabu, dodging a swipe from the key, and piercing the beast's belly with his sword. There we go, I think that stopped that.

The Wiabu didn't seem phased by the stabbing, and swung with the key again, pushing Alex back. "Well, you're out one weapon unless you'd like to unplug his wound and get blasted by high pressure blood," Perry slipped a bit while getting up from the pool of blood he was in, "and as high up as we are, I think slipping in a puddle or being blasted by blood off a ledge would be pretty fatal."

Alexandy smiled. You really think I only have one sword? I lose things all the time, so I carry a spare. He patted the handle of the cane but left it as is. But if we can't kill it from the outside, then maybe we should try the inside.

"Well, before I got interrupted by blood, I was gonna say my shuriken was coated in the REAL ninja magic: poison! It was only a hullicnogenic, but your plan gives me an idea." He rushed over to the food sack, pulled out a rice ball, and placed some capsules inside. "When I give the signal, light'em up!" he said as he rushed towards the Wiabu. The Wiabu swung the key, but the poison had already started working, and with Perry's dodging, it went over his head. He hopped up and shoved the rice ball in its mouth, which the Wiabu was trying to hold back from swallowing. Perry forced a swallowing action, but got grabbed and thrown to the ledge, hanging. "I'll be okay, do it now!"

Alexandy grabbed the closest thing, a small clock gear. When the signal was given, Alexandy took aim, lit the gear aflame, and flung it underhanded-Frisbee style, at the belly of the Wiabu. The gear pierced the flesh and organ skin and the fire lit the rice ball aflame as well. Bullseye! Alexandy exclaimed with an excited fistpump. The Wiabu looked down at its stomach, knowing what was going to happen. Mou dame it said as the explosives went off, scattering its body parts across the area. The explosion knocked them back a little from where they were, but Perry managed to grab and climb back up the lift's counterweight's rope. They both walked up to where the key(still attached to a hand) landed.

"Well, I didn't think that would work as well as it did. I guess you could say he-" Perry pulled out a pair of sunglasses, but before he could finish, the building started to rumble, the clock's face already falling out into the streets below. "-was keeping the building from collapsing. Hold this while I think this through." He picked up the key(and hand) and gave it to Alex. "He has fire magic, so how can we use that to get out of... I got it!" He ran over to the food sack, pouring out its contents. He then began to sew it into a hot air balloon, using some baguettes from the bag as the basket. "Get something to light so we can fuel this baby and get out of here!"

Alexandy grabbed the first thing he could find, the hand on the key. This should do. Alex yanked the hand's grip loose and lit the hand on fire, then picked up his sword from the explosion and speared the hand, providing a makeshift torch, Now we just need something to get us going, I think a small breeze is in order, get this set for me. He said, handing the torch over to Perry. He attempted to pierce the basket to hold the sword, but the baguettes were too stale, so he just held it. As a ceiling tile came down next to them, the balloon started to rise some. Alexandy took a deep breath and started to direct the still air to move in a breeze and push the homemade balloon into open air. Is that good?

The balloon flew through the empty face of the clock, which started collapsing even faster. "Well, this can only be signs of things to come. Maybe next time we won't be so lucky. Be that as it may, we will continue!" Perry put his foot on the edge of the basket, and pointed the key NE. "Next stop, Futuh! Full speed ahead!"

KEY GET

[HisanTakura]

Zang, Palenque, WouldYouKindly, and Quepp and I are in Windmon. Angie, Odds, Will Alswhip and Sneak are near Darnor. And princess brothel and Oracle are near some forest.

[Deiphobus]

princess brothel and oracle flew to porton where gig and i are


btw there are 30 characters you wanna keep track of them all

[WhiteCrestAngel]

Pssst.... Sheila. We really need to meet and do that thing for the RPG!

[Koeqepp]

Having just gained the first key of seven, feelings of pride began to well up inside. Qepp looked down at the new keyhole symbol placed on his chest. There was hope for his people now. More than they had ever had before. And it was in no small part thanks to these newfound allies.

Speaking of which, another one joined them during that last fight. Looking around Qepp saw him and Zang talking to each other. The newcomer stuck out his hand and Zang copied the motion but stopped short. More of the odd language was uttered but the newcomer mentioned the word "keys". Seeing as how the keys were what the group was searching for, and how this one helped to defeat that horrible demon and did not seem to have (from what Qepp could tell) any malicious intent, it seemed logical to bring him along. If not also that the other keys might be guarded by even tougher enemies.

Qepp hovered on over to the pair. The new one once again held out his hand. Qepp looked at it then looked at his own hand and looked back. It was obviously a gesture of some importance and as long as Qepp was here, he should probably learn these new ways. He proceeded to stick out his hand. The two of them looked at him. His hand was then grabbed by the new one. He proceeded to chuckle, move their hands up and down, said "I'm Jason, nice to meet you... little, duck... thing." and let go.

Qepp stood there a moment looking at him. Qepp thought it was an odd name. And one that was rather long. Nonetheless he attempted to repeat it."I'm Jason, nice meeat yau...duck... thing" No, that wasn't right. He tried to say it again, "I'm Jason, nice meet yau... littel, duck... think" That seemed about right he thought with a little nod. He then pointed to himself and said Qepp.

[electronic goat]

i don't have any idea what's happening


i just ignore everyone that isn't near me

Who is where

What is going on

Rest of characters are where they are
Peter and Dominion are in the sky trippin on rainbows

[Airigh]

Name: Ceil Anemone ("Lucky")

Age: 14

Abilities: Air magic (that means she can fly if need be. Also, the actual element of her is Mist), first aid, cooking, eavesdropping

Personality: Rather ditzy, but amazingly sweet and charming. However, she's kind of blind to subtly- Any attempt to imply, use slang, or the like flies right over her head. However, she's good at eavesdropping and has very good hearing, just bad comprehension.



Ceil had been walking around for hours, now. She had lost track of the road earlier and hadn't seen it since. The long, tall grass of the plains had hid it well, beyond her sight.

Do I need glasses?

It was an odd thought, considering that she didn't seem to be truly concerned about being completely lost.
In any case, she still had a package to deliver to someone in Futah.
That's right, Ciel was a mailwoman- and quite devoted to her job, at that. She would walk for miles on end to get her deliveries done, although her body didn't show any evidence of this. She still had quite a bit of baby fat on her.

One would think that a mailwoman would know her way around. Apparently not!

(Yeah I'm leaving myself open to anyone and everyone.

I'm just introducing myself now, if she can't start out in an open plain then fine I'll have her wander off to wherever she needs to be.
Also that plain is as close or far away to futah as the closest plain on the map.)

[Sleauxbreaux]

Fin strode through the streets of Porton a few feet above the crowds, taking his usual careful consideration not to stab anyone in the feet with his walker legs. Fin liked Porton. The town was fairly industrial and housed a number of engineers, so it was uncommon to see passersby gawk at his backpack. Though with the legs retracted, he often got chased by dogs or stared at by children. He'd decided long ago to just not retract the legs.

He'd been in Porton for a few weeks now, which was about as long as he could stand to be in one place, and was ready to depart sometime in the next few days, but this trip to Porton had been particular uneventful, leaving him feeling disappointed.

It was as he was dwelling on this that he passed near a high bridge overlooking the ocean, and heard a small splash over the hubbub of the crowd. He immediately jerked back into reality and strode quickly over the edge and began down the wall to investigate, but stopped when he saw nothing there in the ocean. Disappointed, he started his way back up the wall when he saw two individuals, a man with a large beard and a bear on his head, and a woman wearing a mask, which had clearly seen much turmoil, both of which were hanging from beneath the bridge from a small rope.

Fin strode across the wall and onto the underside of the bridge, hanging by the legs of his backpack. He cautiously approached the hanging people.

"Uhm... Hiii. Need some help?"

[The Idiotic Oracle]

(You have the best screen name)

The masked woman clung for dear life to Ralkar, her nails digging into him so as not to fall into the water. She wasn't a very good swimmer. She was also extremely upset with how her powers had failed her yet again.

And now they were dangling. Dangling over water, at the mercy of others unless Ralkar had a plan to fix this.

A voice. Someone could help.

"You!" She said, craning her neck to get a good look at the new person. "You will help us!" She demanded.

[Shoolis]

People were yelling at me to intro my character so I SHALL.

Name: Shoolis Enternum
Age: Late 20s
Abilities: Able to create different objects or attacks using a deck of cards. Ranges from transportation to weapons to incredibly fancy hats.
Personality: Calm, reserved, calculating. Chivalrous to a fault. Hates being insulted or embarrassed.

Coming soon in a feature Game Angel major non-motion picture.

[lyra/dicks]

Name: Greylin
Age: Technically, a year old.
Abilities: Grey is a shadow being, basically a shadow that recently gained sentience and a humanoid form. She can melt back into them if she wants, so she can basically go anywhere there is a shadow. She's not too good at fighting, though. The abilities are known as Shadow Melt and Shadow Travel, you can probably guess what they do.
Personality: Mischievous, not always law-abiding, can't quite get the hang of this "humanity" thing (she tries, though).
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These human creatures were quite interesting. She'd been studying them for a long time now, just watching from the shadows. It was strange, though. When she popped out to greet them they all ran away. It had actually become a game to her, to see how many of them she could scare in one day. But she also learned by watching them. And right now, she was watching a girl from the shadows of a small rock.

She seemed to be... lost. Yes, lost, that was the word for it. And while the shadow didn't feel a twinge of pity, or of sympathy, she did feel that things would become more interesting if she helped the girl. So, she materialized. She didn't quite appear from thin air. It was like watching someone rise from the ground.

"Hello, are you going to run? I would prefer it if you didn't run."
Human speech felt strange on her tongue.

(Yes, she's talking to Ceil.)

[Sleauxbreaux]

(Haha, thanks. Stroke of lucky genius.)

"That IS the idea." said Fin. "You want away from the water, or is this some kinda crazy thrillseeker thing gone bad?"

"AWAY from the water! Quickly!" yelled the woman.

"Alright, alright. Uhm.. Sylvia's not really equipped for much more weight than me.. But I guess she'll just have to make do." Fin crawled to the edge of the bridge and tucked the front legs around the edge and over the top, hoping it would be enough hold the woman.

"Lady! Grab my boots!"

She reluctantly wrapped her arms around his legs and in one swift motion, he swung backward, up, and over in an arc, and landed safely on the bridge. "Wow, that was way less difficult than I expected it to be. Now for the other one. Wait here." He climbed back down and repeated the process for the bearman.

Safe on the bridge, he ventured a question. "There wasn't a third one of you, was there? I thought I heard something fall into the water."

"A trifle!" said the woman. "A mere trinket that almost cost us our lives."

"MY CLAW! It produced magical shields! ..and cut shit.." said the bearman.

"Oh geez, well, I'd go get it for you, but Sylvia doesn't really function underwater. You're outta luck, buddy, unless you can think of some other way.."

[duhrdotcom]

(SORRY IN ADVANCE FOR STUPID POST.)

Watchdog emerged from the back of a samll shack near a bridge in Porton after a brief walk in the zombie apocolaypse. He looked around for any unwanted onlookers. Watchdog was about to depart to another timeline when he noticed that something was restricting him. Looking at his body, he noticed that several bullets, possibly from the one of the suvivors he encountered, was embeded in one of the large clocks on his body.
Watchdog sighed. "I might as well find someone who can fix this thing." He said to himself, looking around for a clock repairman.

[Alexandy13]

(Guyperson and I have decided to stop the post collaboration and try to avoid one-liners from now on)

Alexandy pushed them into their wanted direction and sat down.

Hey Perry, mind if I see the key real fast?