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Post by Lord Eshmon on May 25, 2009 14:32:41 GMT -5
(Narrator) - The human imagination is a stunning device, capable of creating worlds larger than their own, yet confining then on invisible plains to remain unseen. These worlds are created when a strong imagination condenses its thoughts and ideas into something physical, capable of spreading the idea to more minds fueling the new worlds growth.
I take you now to one you know, that exists in a book, a rather large book. In the back shelf of a public library with many damaged or like wise ill used books. Within this book exists many many worlds and many more to come, for you see in this book there is a small problem, at the end of the story Little Red Riding Hood the woodsman, Red father is supposed to kill the vile creature and save the day. However due to Reds plea the woodsman simple locked the wolf away, for him and the rest of the fairy tail beings to decide what to do with later.
Now voids have been appearing in the stories, to remedy this I've reached out and taken a multitude of literary elements from the sources surrounding me. This has made fairy tail land much more gritty, lack luster. Characters actually have feelings besides their preset happy-go-lucky-ness, thoughts more along the lines of a sentient human mind, everything from lust, rage, hope, empathy, to basic wants and needs. Along with these voids have come creatures known as fiends, ghostly blue clouds of mist that makes certain forms to harm the worlds and their inhabitants and make the voids bigger.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on May 25, 2009 15:40:02 GMT -5
Name:Wolfe
Appearance: Lean, muscular frame, back hair, golden-red eyes, tribal design tattoos over a good portion of his body. Black slacks, black with off white pin-stripe and red interior vest, white collored undershirt with black, an to top it off a black fadora, a pair of pointed black wolfs ears atop is head and a shaggy, black, lupine tail. Sharp claws on hands and feet, capable of extending, as well as ripping through a wide assortment of materials, teeth also hold the same abilities.
Story Originated From: Multiple Stories
Abilities: Stronger and faster than many storybook characters, cunning intellect, shapeshifting abilities, well rounded at general stealth, strong teeth and claws, creates large and very damaging blasts of air by howling as well as 'blades' of air around his claws.
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Post by Lady Kuri on May 26, 2009 22:01:57 GMT -5
Name: Red "Little Red" Ridinghood
Appearance: Rather short 5 feet 4 (and 1/6) inches tall. Tiny but strong from hard work. She looks young, about 16 or 17 years old. Wears black khaki shorts and a white shirt with a little red heart on it, along with black gloves to protect her hands. And of course her signature red ridding hood.
Story Originated From: Little Red Riding Hood
Abilities: She has no innate abilities but she is a skilled with weapons. She uses a 'universal gun' the basic form is a slightly bulky pistol, with a spiral groove at the end of the barrel. It has several attachments that she carries with her.
The rifle attachments have a lightning element for peircing, additional damage, and stunning capabilities.
the Sub machine gun (SMG) attachment has the wind element for a suppressive pushing effect, allong with additional speed to the rounds.
the Assault Rifle attachment has the fire element for shear damage down range, molten lead acts like napalm till it cools
The granade launcher attachment has the element earth, grenades has a radial siesmic effect, hurling spikes and pillars of rock around at high speeds as shrapnal
the shotgun attachment is ice, the pellets go in forcing the ice in with then freeze a target through and through in a singal shot, second shot shatters
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Post by Nashk-Ojiisan on May 27, 2009 22:08:57 GMT -5
Name:Dr Know All Appearance:He wears the clothing of a professor, but otherwise is an ordinary man with brown hair and blue eyes. Story Originated From: www.pitt.edu/~dash/grimm098.html |
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Post by Lord Eshmon on May 31, 2009 0:00:09 GMT -5
In the sleepy woods, nearest the shortest of the new oak trees, there sat a single string of words out of place. Nothing major, just some letters in a infintesimal ocean of them that forms the membrane of this make believe world. This words wobbled, and shook, and quaked. With the stress building it pops out of place, soaring into the air as a tiny golding crystal.
The place left by this break became black, devoid of color, sound, anything and everything. It expanded, draining the area around it of that which it lacked before consuming it completly. The dark, spiraling void grew, and with it small clouds of light blue appeared. The soft blue glow gave them a haunting aura. These clouds drifted and darted through the forest to find a suitable medium to enter the fairy tale realms. They find them in the wood, and soil of the forest. Rising as morphed golems of mud and wood, looking as if they had been hastily cobbled together and not cheked for even decent workman ship. They sunk back into the earth and trees from which they came, they hearts set on tearing this world and its inhabitants apart, first however they needed the golden fragment.
Far, far, away, the small golden crystal hurled towards the ground, landing in a path, half covered by dirt. Not even the dirt however could hide its glorious luster and shine. In the town which this path led to was a very infamous character, known to all or at least most. Wolfe by freinds, usualy prelueded by big bad, when addressed by the public. He sat in a iron cell, waiting for the day that the towns people of this storybook land will decide his faith, which unknown to him was soon. The woodsman, which by the grace of his daughter, had spared his life, now he and the townfolk had decided to finish the job, but that would not be for another week, or.....maybe not....
On the ground before his cell, Wolfe watches the earth distor as roots form a makeshift skeleton, to which was filled with dirt, and one glowing blue eye embedded within a deformed head. The creature turned to him and stared, he stared back. He could do little else, cuffed, collored, muzzled, and shackled. He watches the creature morph through the bars and raise a claw at him.
In the dark, no one heard the bars bend as the creature dissolves into the ground, releasing its blue mist to dissolve into the air. After adorning himself in his accesories, black slacks, white shorts sleeved shirt, black bow tie, and a vest Wolfe reaches into the inside pocket of his silken vest and pulls a toothpick. Placing it in his mouth he adjusts a black fadora atop his head he grins.
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Post by Lady Kuri on May 31, 2009 20:38:30 GMT -5
She made her way down the shady path back to the village. The tall, overhanging tree's normally would have given it an ominous feeling but now there was no threat in this forest. Up ahead the light began to grow, showing the village off in the distance.
Red, the daughter of the woodsman, had been out bringing her father lunch. She sighed, sometimes it felt like she was just the village errand girl. Was there nothing else they thought she was able to do?
Then she tripped. Too distracted by her thoughts she didn't see the rock sticking out of the dirt.
"Not again..." She muttered. Looking up she was surprised to see a crystal half embedded in the dirt. It was beautiful. Golden and shining even in spite of the light dirt covering it.
She reached out to grab it, plucking it out of the ground.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on May 31, 2009 21:01:44 GMT -5
As Little Red pulls the crystal from the ground it sends a invisable surge throughout the land. All through the forest the golem like creatures emerge and stare up into the air as if smelling it, before looking in the direction the surge had came from.
As Red gets to her feet she sees a mess of tree roots sprout from the ground, the space between them filled with dirt till it had a slightly human form. A blue light shined from a small spot on its 'head' where a eye should have been. Three pointed roots grow into a clawed hand as it breaks it's ties with the ground and starts toward Red, with a akward wobbling trot, claw raised.
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Post by Lady Kuri on May 31, 2009 21:24:11 GMT -5
It only took her a second to whip her gun out. "What are you?" She yelled firing at the strange strange root creatures.
She squeezed the crystal in her hand and then shoved it into her pocket. The bullets seemed to be keeping the creature at bay. She started to back up and away from it.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on May 31, 2009 21:40:11 GMT -5
A stray bullet embeds itself in the light blue orb and she watches the creature fall face forward, a strange blue mist disspursing into the air as its body dissolves into the ground. Three rise from the ground in a simular fashion to the first but with slightly different bodies. They each form different weapon from there hand. The one fartherest her left forms a round club, the one center her a large gnarled hook, and the one to the right another set of claws.
The center one flings its arm streching the hook along a vine towards little Red. The Clubbed one charges as does the one bearing the claws.
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Post by Nashk-Ojiisan on May 31, 2009 23:57:46 GMT -5
So he was lost.. Yeah, it made his blood boil to think that he a genius could could be so lost, but Dr. KnowAll could not help but feel a growing sense of despair at the mounting damage to the book. He had been lost within the index, the grand gateway of sorts, and gained much knowledge. Yet as soon as he attempts to travel along the word known as wolf... He should have picked a more narrow topic. Now as he wandered the void watching the openings go by, he could have sworn he had heard gunshots. No it couldnt be... just his imagination acting up. There are no guns in stories... right?
Of course his mind changed when the bullet whizzed by his head. He turned on his heel and located the shimmering portal that transported the deadly thing. With a deep breath he launched himself through the portal, words and colors wrapped around him.
Back in the story book during reds battle, the air shimmered and turned.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Jun 1, 2009 23:45:10 GMT -5
Wolfe studied the door carfully for a minute or two. Heavy metal locks and braces holding it tight to the wall. He traced a claw along the edge of the lock before pulling his hand back. There was a slight swhirl of air in the room before his hand is silhouetted by shimmering, shwirling air. He thrusts his claws towards the lock and pulls the brim of his hat down to sheild his eyes from hail of sparks that followed. The metal and air screached as the wind around his claws acted like a drill borring through till his hand burst through to other side. He feels around for the hand, to which the side he was currently on had none. His fingers brush against the handle, he pulls and hears the loud banging of bars slideing loose from the door framing allowing it to swing open.
This is where the people that had put them in that cell would have kicked themselves over. They hadn't blindfolded him, they'd just let him watch the door open and close, see the circle holes in its frame where the bars slid, watch people come and go, taking him out twice a day to be fed so he knew what was on the other side of that door. Sure enough pushing it open lay the small set of stairs leading up to a trap door. Walking up the steps he finds the trap door locked as well. He pushed as he went up one step at a time, listening to the wod bow and creek till it ripped from its hinges and clattered to the floor, as did the sacks of feed that had been stacked near it. He steps out into a stable, the towns stable. With lack of a proppers holding facility they had turned the feed storage room beneath it into a jail.
Now that the light hit his face, the snarled bear he was sporting threw his image off just a bit. Finding a slightly reflecting tin watering bucket he shaves the mess off, deciding to only leave a little of a goatee, the rest was a stubble. He fans the stench of the stables from his face as he walks to the gates. There was nobody in the feilds behind the stables, only two horses within, and no sounds from inside the farmhouse. He hops the gate and relizes why. The horrid little forest monsters had ripped a hole in the side of the house, and where dragging its contece about the yard.
"Hey..."He says in a smooth, yet low gruff voice. "Has anyone told you just how ungly you guys realy are?" A smile curves the corners of his mouth. Ten in all, surely more around just unseen at the momment. They started to stare at him, trotting with their butching apendages raised to strike. Dodging the majority of attacks he swipes and kiks at then, knocking large hunks from their bodies sending them in peices to the ground, the light blue clouds leaving their bodies and returning to the ground to rise again, only on occasion did one of them vanish from good, the blue orbs in their heads shattering and releasing glowing mist.
"How many of you guys are there?"He says stomping one of their heads. Flipping his hands out to the side, the air begins to swhirl and shimmer around them again. He vanishes leaving a black blur through the small mob, where he reappeared at its other end holding his hat tight to his head. A two large blades of wind cut the mob to peices leaving them on the ground.
glowing blue mist rises from the pieces. But to clouds still remained, one formed a body, that to other ones slyly slid into as well. The creature kept growing till it had surpassed its previous hobbit like deminor and reached a human-like heigth. This new being had two deep glowing blue eyes, clawed hands, and visible plant growths all over its body.
It gives Wolfe only enough time to mutter "Well s*&t...." before lunging at him.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Jun 2, 2009 23:53:03 GMT -5
Red stumbled back quickly avoiding their attacks. She pulled the sub machine gun attachment from her pack, clicking it onto the pistol and aiming it at the creatures whose horid eyes were all fixed on her.
The crystal weighed heavy in her pocket. Red could see its glow even though it was hidden.
"Get back!" She shouted above the blast of air as she pulled the trigger.
The wind seemed to eminate from her gun, throwing the golums back into the trees with an earsplitting crack. Her riddinghood spread back behind her rippling from smaller gusts from the recoil. With each rappid bullet came another blast of air ripping branches and bark from trees and tearing into their bodies. The village could probably see and hear the damage. It looked like a tornado had come whipping through the forest.
For now the creatures were pinned by a column of air, but it couldn't last. Their figures were torn appart and pieces of them were scattered throughout the forest but she wasn't sure if they would multiply again. She knew she couldn't risk setting fire to the forest so her choices of attack were limited.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Jun 3, 2009 1:26:01 GMT -5
two small blue clouds rise from the broken bodies along with one small spray of blue mist. the two clouds seek refuge inside of a tree. Two glowing eyes appear where notches in the bark had been. A branch formed a crooked bent nose, the bark splits and rips giving it a jagged gnarled mouth, complete with a grimace expression. Two limbs from arms, as its bark, once vivid and full of life, turns sickly brown and withered. The possesed tree bellowed summoning more of the small golems behind Red. It smashes some of the golems by ripping up its roots, eating the blue clouds. Red watches the apples from its branches grew yo about the side of a persons head, each gaining a single blue orb for and eye and a jagged mouth. The apples drop from the tree their stems growing into four sections like long spiders legs. Nine apple spiders, thriteen golems, and one big angry tree, not good odds.
The apples spider inhaled, but when exhaling they spat seed, much to the seed of a machine gun, their seeds embeding in the dirt and woods around them like bullets.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Jun 3, 2009 23:29:36 GMT -5
She turned blowing about half of the smaller golums down the path and away from the village. They sailed through the air and where they landed she wasn't quite sure. They had gone to high and far for her to see.
She rolled back, off the path and into the thick forest. Crouching behind a tree she watched as the small shrubs were ripped to pieces. Red didn't have time to notice the trickle of blood that ran down her forearm or the soon to be bruises on her legs. Red crawled and stumbled away making noise enough for them to hear, trying to draw them away from the village and toward the clearing by the river. She just hopped she could make it that far.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Jun 5, 2009 12:30:22 GMT -5
The ground shakes as the possesed tree uproots itself, its mess of root flailing to give it a forward motion. The mob of golems and apple spiders beings a slow creep towards Red hinding place. Their numbers packed tigh together...
Wolfe dodges and weaves around this new creatures strikes. This version was faster, more mobile, and more aware of its movments, actions and suroundings. Several time Wolfe had tried to lure it into a possition to where he could crush it's head and every time it had dodged or blocked, but it willing took a body blow that in a short length of time it regenerated from. Wolfe adjusts his bow tie, inhaling deeply his chest swells outward, filling with air. Exhaling the air is split with the sound of a drolling howl. A massive wave of air crashes over the creature tooing it back into the house. Taking the mommonetary confusion, Wolfe rushes the golem, raises his hand and rams it through the creatures head. mists escapes from around his embeded hand and the body sinks back into the ground.
"Well.......that could have been a better welcome home party......I mean...you didn't even bring a cake..."He mocks patting through the wrecked farmhouse , and out the front door. Town was just over the hill, usualy there where small stacks of smoke from chimeys, today there was nothing. No wagons going up and down the road, no farm animals, no travlers.....all of this unnerved Wolfe a little.
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