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

[Koeqepp]

Henry was running through town dragging along Qepp with a look of a man on a mission. He only stopped once and that was when he got to his destination. A shop of some sort, or maybe a workshop. Qepp couldn't tell but he knew it involved handling devices of sorts. Henry burst through the door, pointed at a man behind a counter and yelled gibberish. It was at this point he let go of Qepp and began talking to the man very fervently and pointing at his device which had broken in the recent battle.

The two were bickering and Qepp started to look at the room they were in. There were all sorts of primitive devices and Qepp chuckled at how simple some of them were. Though there were also many in which he could not figure out their purpose though could tell a lot of thought went into them. He spent some time looking at them and then glanced back over to Henry and the man. They were still shouting and pointing and whatnot. Having seen most of the store, Qepp decided to look out the window.

There were people walking around all over. Some were big, some were small. They all seemed preoccupied with their own thing. One man he saw was carrying a... well, Qepp didn't know what it was but it had a hat and a face. He was carrying it on his back and just kept walking. It was a rather odd sight. However the most interesting thing was a short being walking on four metal legs. It was talking to another short being that was also walking on four metal legs though these came out of its back. The first one was entirely unlike anything Qepp had ever seen, other than Henry's Technobear but that was much bigger and fatter, and he couldn't do anything but stare. It happened to catch his gaze but Qepp just couldn't turn away from something so, so... weird.

[Zang]

"Excellent work, my boy" said the voice he had heard in his room. Zang looked up to see a tall, buff man with sunglasses. Only one problem, You neglected to finish her off, but, it was close enough I suppose." he smirked, "The crowd rather likes those little light shows, kid- what was your name?"

The crowd cheers.

"Zang" he mumbled. He didn't like this man, he was self absorbed,proud, and of course, greedy. He could tell that just by the man's voice and the smug look he liked to wear.

"It's actually pretty rare to have two humans fighting here. Next up you have a couple monsters, but I'm sure you can handle it."

"Where's my clothes" Zang asked, calmly.

"Hmmm....Tell you what, you live through this next fight and I'll see about getting you your clothes back." he replied smugly.

The crowd "d'aw"s
"And now" the announcer stated. "The Knight of Light!"
The crowd cheered.
"op- looks like the fight's over- your turn! good luck sport"

The doors opened once again and Zang walked out into the arena. He noticed for the first time two more doors, to his left and right. There was a pool of blood on the floor, as well as pieces of meat.

"LET THE FIGHT BEGIN" Boomed the announcer's voice. The doors all opened.

"There will be NO use of magic in this round. Begin"

Out of the three doors walked tigers. obviously hungry. Zang backed up.
This was the kind of thing barbarians did. It wasn't that he was weak, but that he wasn't insanely strong. But then again, who's to know he's using willpower or if he's just incredibly agile? He smirked at the idea of duping an entire organization. But it would still be quite a challenge fighting three tigers at the same time, with no light energy or elements to help.

The tigers were close now. One pounced. Zang grabbed it's forearms, focused his energy into strength, rolled backwards and kicked it in it's chest, knocking it into the wall behind him. The beast hit the wall hard, fell over and got back up.

Oh man. This is bad. One jumped on his back, ripping away his flesh and biting his arms. Zang focused an elbowed him hard in the side of his head, knocking him off and onto the ground. He jumped into the air, dove
feet first into the head of one tiger, slamming it's head against the ground and knocking it out. The first tiger pounced him, He grabbed it by the neck and tossed it into the second. One of their heads hit the wall, knocking it unconscious.

The last tiger was circling him, Zang readied himself. It lunged as Zang drop kicked it in the soft point of it's head, It fell to the ground. The crowd roared.

"Nice job, havn't seen people fight tigers like that since Animak."

"Who's he?" Zang asked calmly.

"Oh, just an old fighter we had, after he died the crowds just haven't packed in like they used to. Here's ya clothes, just like I promised" The man finished with a smirk, tossing his wadded clothes at him.

Zang readily put on his boots, along with his shirt and vest. "Thanks I guess.." he mumbled.

"Oh don't thank me yet, kid- next fight is a tiny Eldritch, you come out of there with your mind in tact and then you might be close to being someone.

The crowd "d'aw"ed again.

"Your turn sport" Said the man from behind his pointed glasses,


"Showtime"

[electronic goat]

Big images are big.

[BANANA]

"Pathetic."



"I seriously thought you were one of those meta-humans with exraordinary powers or something. I didn't realize you were just a regular human."

Gello walked closer to me, taking time with her steps. "I was expecting an actual fight. How boring."



I take my secret weapon out of my jacket. "Oh well."

I can hear her breathing, she's so close.



"Still, it wasn't that bad. You held your ground pretty well, for a human; and I'm not even going to go into the fact that you're still a child. You're a rare specimen, indeed."

I feel her touch my back, intending to roll me over. "I've always wanted freckles... I wonder how yours would look sown on my face."

She turned me over to get a look at me.





I spray it everywhere I can see. Her mouth, her eyes, her nose and ears. Every orifice, until it's practically dripping with pepper spray.


Gello is shrieking and cursing in an inhuman tongue. I'm so fucking scared, I ignore the pain and run away; I'm so severely outclassed here, it's scary. And as soon as she regains her senses, I'm in deep shit. Snow is easy to track.



Across the snowfield, I run to tree cover and stop to catch my breath. I can still hear her screaming in my ears. I can't stop for long.

So I run; I need to put some serious distance between me and this demon woman.

[Sleauxbreaux]

(Ha, Oracle, I honestly thought I was going to get attacked for godmodding or something after writing that post. I am both relieved and honored that you liked it. )

"Queenie and Ralkar? You know what, you're probably right. Queenie seemed almost as powerful as the guy in the hat. The guy who took my eye.. Maybe she can reverse it. At the very least I should be there when she gets the keys. Don't want her selling my soul or something. Alright. Let's go look for them." The legs emerged from Fin's backpack as he stood and he rose four or five feet off the ground.

"I think that would be wise, judging by your predicament. You don't mind if I accompany you, do you?" asked the Watchdog.

"Hey, I owe you. You might've saved my life. You're sticking around whether you like it or not, until I can find some way to repay you. In the meantime, let's get out of this shed."

The pair emerged from the shack into the daylight, which would've temporarily blinded any normal pair of adventurers, but Fin's remaining lens was shaded, and the Watchdog's ocular nodes were far too advanced to have such a basic flaw.

They proceeded to roam the streets of Porton. They chatted about Fin's past adventures and Watchdog's life as a "mobile clock". About what they might do upon finding Queenie and Ralkar. After walking for some time, Fin stopped and offered to buy Watchdog an ice cream.

"Well, I-" the Watchdog stopped mid-sentence.

"What? What's wrong? Oh god, I screwed something up with your clock didn't I? That.. That's never happ-.."
The Watchdog interrupted, "No, no, nothing like that. There is... something.. in that window behind you. It seems to be watching us. It is unlike anything I've seen before. And, trust me, I've seen quite a lot."
"You have?" asked Fin. "I didn't think Porton had much in the way of sights.."
"Well... Uhm... Travelers, you see. Imports and exports. Being a port town.. Ah, please, back to the concern at hand. There is some type of mechanical waterfowl in that window and it seems intent on watching us."

Fin turned around. "Well, I've never seen that before. Let's go see what it wants!"
"Ah, do you really think..?"
"Relax, Pups! It's a DUCK. What's the worst that could happen?"

Fin strode eagerly into the shop, the Watchdog right behind him. As he opened the door, he immediately caught wind of an argument between the shopkeeper and some manner of hunter at the desk.

"Listen.." said the shopkeeper. "I am AWARE that I sold you the device. I am aware of that. But I told you when you bought it that we didn't manufacture it ourselves. It was sold to us. Now, you can argue with me all day, but that ain't gonna change the fact that I don't know how to fix it."

"Worthless merchant." replied the man. "It is your trade. Were you not trained to be adept in the art of repair?"
The conversation continued this way as Fin walked toward the mystery robot.

"Excuse me, duck." said Fin. "We'll say hello in a moment. I just need to step over here real quick."

The Watchdog sat next to the robot and watched as Fin approached the counter. He sat silent for a moment, then stepped down to the ground and casually grabbed the hunter's device with his strider legs. The hunter quickly turned to him, on the offensive, but was taken aback upon seeing Fin standing there, tiny arms outstretched, holding the fully repaired device.

"I should have your hands for thievery, boy, but I'm impressed by your skill. You have done what this merchant could not. I thank you. What is your name?"

"No problem, dude. I'm Phineas, that's my friend Watchdog, and we're investigating your duck. What's your name?"

[Vax]

This thread is an awesome thread. If I had the energy/time/inspiration to join this thing, I think I would, although it's already a little late in the game.

[gigoergong]

We've had other threads in which some people(Me) have joined at around page 90. I don't think you joining now would be an issue.

[Vax]

You know what? Very well then. I'll join in on this shit. I'll wild card it.
Name: St. Uncommon
Age: 36
Abilities: Expert career assassin. Proficient in most bladed weapons and fire-arms. Has considerable experience in assassination, stealth missions of various kinds, and hand-to-hand combat. He is equipped currently with three knives (One combat/survival knife and two throwing knives), bullet proof mask and light, kevlar clothing underneath his signature red and black pinstripe suit, a Hardballer pistol with an extended 18 bullet magazine, and a suicide kit hidden in his coat pocket (a gentleman is always prepared to cut out.)
Personality: Saint Uncommon is a man who cannot be easily defined. He is fractured beyond belief, and killing is just about the only thing that makes sense to him anymore. He is highly disturbed and, although he may appear calm and collected at times, his mind is permenantly locked in a feverish blood-lust. He is calculating, but will often times act on a whim if it means that he gets something he wants out of it. Can come across as pop flyin' and content at times, or cut-throat and manic at another time.
(I can't draw, so I'll put up a full description of his story and motives once I've completed them. For anyone who needs an in-depth description of his apperance if they choose to include him in a drawing, just drop me a pm and I'll toss that shit your way.)

[Trygve]

If there is a group vhich has been standing still for a vhile, just send me a PM and I can help. I just cannot find a natural spot for me to jump into the story.

[lyra/dicks]

I'd point out Airigh and I have been just kind of sitting there for a while but that's because she hasn't been posting. :C

[Zang]

Zang breathed deeply and entered the dome. His wounds were gone. He didn't understand how or who healed them, but he certainly didn't question it. There was no blood in the dirt. That bothered him more than the blood being there.

"Ladies and Gentlemen" The announcer boomed, the lights in the audience dimmed out. "The faint of heart, leave while you can, or shield your eyes if you wish. Out in the ring, behold, an Eldrich!"

The lights in the arena dimmed. He didn't like this. The door on the opposite side of the room opened. a figure loomed inside. It slowly hovered out.




That was no Eldrich. Zang new that much. It was some kind of litch. It hovered out into the middle of the circle and bellowed. A single arm held a staff of some sort. Zang shot a ball of light at the creature. It disappeared. Reappearing behind him, a dark aura emitted from the creature. It took the sharp end of it's staff and thrust it into his leg.

Zang shot a beam in the creatures face, It shrieked, writhing in pain, it grabbed it's staff and flew backwards, it hovered high into the air and began to summon.

All around him, skeletons and rotted bodies crawled out small blotches of dark aura. They smelled of death, they were limping, swaying as they walked towards him. He grabbed one, and threw it into another. they simply got back up.

More of them were crawling out of the aura blotches. As they got closer, Zang punched and kicked at them, threw them, used light on them, they got back up, stumbling towards him the time. There were over twenty of the living carcasses. He would have thrown up from the smell if his life wasn't at stake. One grabbed his shoulder, another grabbed his arm. They were trying to smother him. He focused his energy into a tiny white aura beam and threw it at the ground, light exploded from it, sending the creatures back.

He ran, he could see where The Summoner was floating, he focused his energy, concentrating aura into another tiny ball, and flung it at the being's head. It shrieked and fell, cursing a t him in a language he didn't understand. The zombie-like creatures turned to dust.

Zang ran to the creature, and dove at it's staff. He grabbed it, and struggled with the being. It was using will, not strength. He did the same.
He concentrated. He had to have a greater willpower than this creature.

It wasn't easy. He could feel the power of the Summoner, it was horrible, it used hate to power itself, it hated everything, him, the monsters, the world.

His old trainer had told him about the many ways willpower works. There is hateful will, the kind that you feel when you are angry at someone to the point of hitting or fighting them. There is neutral will, The kind that you feel when you are trying to move something with your mind, and there is heroic will, the kind you feel when you are doing something for someone you care about, like when you're fending off a bandit from hurting your friends. Heroic will, of course, works the best, because it lasts longer.

He had to use heroic will. He had to beat this monster for everyone in this world. he had to save quepp's race, and the world from the "technobear" that guy was talking about.

He started to overpower the monster.

He couldn't let it hurt his new friends, or the people of this world. He had to beat this thing, find the keys, and save this realm. He had to.

With a burst of willpower, Zang slung the monster off of the staff and struck the ground with it, breaking it in half.

The monster shrieked, and seemed to be in pain. The staff was the only thing that kept him alive. Zang focused and shot a beam of aura at the beast. It exploded dark aura, which dissipated.

"Our champion, The Knight of Light!"

The crowd roared. He didn't care. these people came here to see if he would die. He walked out of the ring, and was led to his holding room
He had to get out of here.

[Bill Nye the Science Guy]

yeah i think the group im in after we split up from Pale and Zang kind of stopped
since idk what the person im with looks like and im stuck anyway

[Zang]

yeah i think the group im in after we split up from Pale and Zang kind of stopped
since idk what the person im with looks like and im stuck anyway

I stopped?

[Koeqepp]

yeah i think the group im in after we split up from Pale and Zang kind of stopped
since idk what the person im with looks like and im stuck anyway

The current whereabouts of the group are:

Zang is in the slave pits after getting beaten by Henry.
Qepp left with Henry to try to save his team and is currently in Porton.
Jason and Palenque are still in Mangaton.
Bill/WYK was bonked on the head and turned into WYK and dissapeared somewhere between Windmon and Mangaton.

Hope that helps.

[Pootsforever]

((dfdsafasf had no time to finish this drawing during class OH WELL))

Sparrow watched as a battle commenced between the two, unpleasantly fascinated. However unthoughtful it was to sit and do nothing about the fight, at least he would know who he was dealing with if he wanted to confront either of them. Slowly sliding his bottom down onto the branch, the birdboy sat with his full attention directed to the clearing.
The smaller girl was down in a few simple moves.
Was that it? Was she done for? The figure dressed in scarlet red towered over her, and as she leaned down to touch the fallen girl Sparrow was sure she was dead. But apparently not, as the predator suddenly began writhing and faltering back. The prey dashed off as fast as she could in the other direction.
It took a moment for him to realize she was running in the direction of his tree. Panicking, Sparrow quickly decided it was safe enough to have a closer look at the girl, and without hesitation he leapt off his branch.
Stupid move. The featherfellow's legs jittered painfully as he landed on the next part of the tree, farther down than he had imagined. Hrrnf. At least he wasn't really hurt. However, his ram pendent strengthened it vibrating, and in fear Sparrow held it until it calmed down again.
Sparrow paused in place to let his legs recover once he reached a distance from the ground that he liked. Glancing around, he didn't see the girl. Where could she have run off to after taking such a bad beating?
It wasn't until he heard her deep panting that he realized she was right below him. He crouched down, grabbed the bark of the tree and glanced down.
She wasn't there?
He raised his head and glanced around confusedly. Wait! She had already dashed off from her shelter, leaving behind a trail of footsteps to follow.
The boy jumped down onto the freezing cold ground, crushing a set of her boot imprints into the snow.



Sneaking one last glance behind him, Sparrow began to venture deeper in the woods after the frightened girl, leaving a long, sweeping trail from his feathered cloak behind him.