Fantasy Lands-Gandesha-Let's Roleplay!

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After getting off his game,aaron said "I'm bored so i'll just psot to my hearts content" and then he begans psotting.

(I'm starting again-I apologize to everyone who tried to interact with my character already. I will try to keep up with the RP this time.)

A small, dark shape huddled against the wall of a building. It was a small girl about the age of twelve. Her sharp, green eyes searched the ground from beneath dark bangs. Cascades of raven-black hair ran down her small back and spilled onto the dirt.
She didn't seen to mind that she was sitting where she might get dirty-although her black dress looked expensive. She just sat there, her calculating eyes darting from the ground to the full moon.

"It's time..." she spoke softly, her voice still childlike. A few black shapes flitted around her as she stood up-bats. She didn't bother to shake the dust out of her hair-it just seemed to slide off.

"But Garnet!" a bat protested. "Last time you drained so many pe-" Garnet grabbed him with her bare hands and held him still.

"Do you want me to drain you?"

The bat shook his head, terrified. She let him go.

"Then don't oppose me." She gave him a sidelong evil glare.

"Y-yes, Master." The bat said, shaking.

With a swift nod, Garnet glided up into the night.

Garnet flew up toward the moon to get a view of the ground below. She laughed.

"Bat," she said. "You see that?"

"Y-yes master..."

She tossed her black hair. "Look at them! Pathetic!"

The bat nodded, still shaking. Garnet turned to the other bat.

"Nantadha. You see that cat-girl?"

"Yes, master." This bat was a female, slightly older than the first.

"She's my target for tonight. You know what to do."

"Distract her, Master."

Garnet nodded and grinned, showing fangs. The other bat, Foijin, shivered.

Nantadha swooped away towards the girl.

((I'll let this slide, Anubis, even though it is considered powerplaying it was pretty much implied that Marie would follow him. Still, dialogue is something that I would prefer to do.))

Marie's eyes widened a bit; she didn't exactly know what paladins were but they sounded nasty. Trudging around the worn carpet of the mansion she scratched her chin a bit and her halo bobbed about. There was probably a solution, a way out, and she looked behind.

"You don't s'pose there's a back-door?" she asked him rather calmly "Even then there are multiple ways out. The roof may work if you can fly but I am unfortunately earth bound."

"Damn! Why'd he do this?"

Quatermas snarled to himself in an obscure Cthulhunic dialect. He then looked at Dibble.

"The lazy bugger has left us to deal with this. C'mon, we've got work to do."

Suddenly, Quatermass smiled as he saw the jacket left abandoned on the ground.

"Ha! He left the dragon leather jacket! I suppose that if he abandoned it, he doesn't want it. What do you think, hmmm? You gave the gift, he either forgot it or rejected it. Should I keep it?"

Irial crouched behind the tree, hoping vainly to hide herself from whoever was passing.
Thinking it over, however, she realized that she probably was very conspicuous. Irial strained her ears, trying to hear the footsteps, to ascertain where the person who belonged to the feet was going.
It really was very confusing. She didn't know if it was a four-legged creature or a very clumsy two-legged one. Perhaps it was two. As the feet grew closer, Irial grabbed the doorknob with one hand and grasped her old apprentace's sword in the other.
Irial, to her astonishment, saw not an annoyed butler, but the strangest duo she had ever set eyes upon. They obviously did not belong in this antiquated mansion; the hooded man looked cold and rather forbidding, the animal-like girl, friendly but slightly frightened of the hooded man rushing ahead of her as she attempted to make conversation.

"You don't s'pose there's a back-door?" Irial could hear the animal-like girl say. The hooded man did not respond, he had already caught sight of a window at the end of the hall.

Irial, not quite aware of what she was doing, flung open the door and motioned to the pair, to come inside the room. They saw the broken window, with the tree fallen through it, and knew that it was no trap.
The hooded man looked at Irial and asked, "Did you do this?"
Irial nodded, proud of her mindless destruction.
"Well, it was stupid of you. You caught the attention of those Paladins out there." The hooded man started thinking of another way out, while the animal-like girl grinned at Irial, who didn't know how to take it. She hadn't seen anyone quite like the animal-like girl, and besides Muirachearteach, Irial hadn't spoken to anyone in about 15 years.
Without any further ado, Irial said to the duo, smiling at how cliche it sounded, "Just follow me," and recklessly jumped out the window, landing face-first in a pile of mud. Oh well.
The hooded man and the animal-like girl walked on the trunk of the tree and stood around an even muddier Irial, who was occupied wiping mud and leaves out of her face and hair.
The animal-like girl asked, quickly, "Are you all right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Irial replied. "Who are you two?"
"You know," the hooded man remarked, "I suppose I ought to thank you for getting us out of the mansion, but as things are,"
"As things are what?" Irial asked.
"Oh, no," gasped the animal-like girl, looking beyond Irial, to the large group of green-clothed Paladins who were standing, mounted on large horses, all around them.

Nantadha flew back, out of breath.

"Master, you might as well wait for them to come out in the open. There's someone with her-he might get in the way of your plan!"

Garnet flicked at the bat. "Well thought out. Not as well as I could have planned, but good." She grinned. "We wait-but don't let this get to your head, Nantadha."

The bat nodded. Foijin looked away-to him her smile was as deadly as her bite.

"Shindri, you can't be afraid of them can you?"

"Their holy bolts are harmless against the good."

Dibble looked a bit hurt. But she sighed and smiled.

"Yeah, you keep it, although be warned, I have no...do you smell ogre?" Dibble jumped up and sniffed the air. "This way!"

She lead Quartermass up a flight of stairs, and then pulled open a portal.

"They're coming from in here!" she pointed to the black swirling mass. Sure enough, out popped an ogre.

"Close your eyes for a second, I'm gonna try and blind it with my big light." Dibble instructed Quartermass.

FWASH!! ! Quatermass barely had enough time to shield his eyes before a blinding light enveloped the whole room.

"Damn! When you say 'close your eyes', you don't mess about, do you?"

Quatermass then looked at the ogre. It was staggering about, roaring.

"Ha! Hey, fugly, try some of Thanatos!"

The gunblade flashed rapidly, and the ogre had about enough time to emit a whimper of pain before disintegrating. He then turned to Dibble.

"Listen, that thing is a specific-matter-condenser. It basically takes latent energy and shapes it into whatever the caster of the spell wants to mass-produce. In this case, ogres. Because it is basically a hole in space-time, I can repair it with this."

Quatermass drew out the Chronos. At first glance, it looked like a normal sword. However, it seemed to have a blue edge to it, like a bad CSO effect.

"The Chronos can change space-time, however, I need to concentrate. If I don't, anything, and I mean almost literally anything, can happen. And when we're talking anything from being de-aged to a infantile state, to causing, literally nothing, that is bad."

Quatermass produced a pair of mirrored shades.

"I'm glad I still have these. Listen, any more fuglies come out, blind 'em and deal with 'em. With any luck, this'll be over in a few minutes."

He then started sighting along the Chronos, as if it was a gun, and then as if it was a golf club....

"But..." Dibble began, when another ogre appeared. She had been about to say that apart from the shining light, she really didn't know how to use her big magic.

She sighed, and blinded the creature. She smacked it on the head, sending sparks flying from her staff. Didn't do much, except that the ogre was confused. Dibble then tried to shove two stinkbombs up its nose. It worked, and the ogre's head exploded.

Quatermass looked up at that.

"Ah, hydrogen sulphide. I forgot that it's deadly to ogres. The explosive within would've helped. I'm nearly ready...."

Dibble sat down and pulled out her teddy-bear.

Long ago, Dibble's soul had been encased in a human in a dimension far away, on a planet called Earth. She had been young and free, and married at 18 to her father's friend (who, admittedly, was far too old for her). They had been in love and inseperable until one day he disappeared. Everyone suspected her father had killed him. She died at the age of 70 of a broken heart. Her soul had drifted through time and space, until she found the Toymaker. He had encountered many souls and made them all into toys. Which brings us to the present day.

The teddy bear was all that was left of Dibble's long-lost husband, who she longed for still. She watched Quartermass, thinking maybe he could help her find her husband's soul.

Quatermass looked at the teddy bear curiously, then, as the form of another ogre started to coalesce, hefted Chronos up and suddenly became a blur, like a sphere around the disturbance. He then collapsed to the ground nearby. He got up with a groan, and watched as the sphere of purulent proto-matter imploded, taking the partly-formed ogre with it. He then sheathed Chronos, and walked over to Dibble, squatting down and looking at her.

"So, what's your story, then? You originally weren't of this world, were you? I can smell transdimensional manipulation. And you're a product of such manipulation." said Quatermass gently.

((One, Kezzstar, it's Q-U-A-T-E-R-M-A-S-S. Not quarter, quater. Two, does this guy sound familiar? http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Celestial_Toymaker))

((Sorry, my bad, I do that a lot . Mum told me about the Dr. Who characters, but she never bought me any DVDs))

Dibble sighed, and looked at her bear. It was the most special gift her husband ever gave her, it had been his when he was little. He'd earned ten dollars as a six-year-old and had bought the bear for himself.

She told Quatermass her story, how she'd met her husband as a 15-year-old, and how he'd taught her how to be an actor (he'd been a genius at the art). She told him of how he'd gone out to work one day, but never returned. She told him how her father had hated them being married, how even she thought that he'd murdered her husband. She told him of her painful death, and how she'd yearned for her husband for thirty years beforehand.

"I still miss him. He was the only one who didn't hate me for my mischief." Dibble finished. She laughed. He was the one who'd given her the ingredients for the stinkbombs.

"How about you friend? And that other man? Do you two know each other?" she asked, stroking her bear's ears.

"Hmmm..... where to begin?"

Quatermass told of travel between dimensions. Of the occasions he had met, and sometimes clashed with Merithae.

"...I am not sure of who I was anymore, just who I am. I try to do right and correct wrongs. I'm sorry to hear of your husband. I have heard of stranger things happening. However, I cannot help you."

Quatermass then looked at Dibble's face and smiled gently.

"But I think I know who can. The resident of this house may be able to help you. She specialiases in healing, but perhaps she may know more..."