Phantasos

[ Young man steps out of an alley, looking lost and quite bewildered. His clothes -- black waist-length jacket with blue piping over a white shirt, blue-black gloves with pants and footwear to match -- are relatively lacking for the cold weather. He looks up the dark sky, opening a palm to catch a snowflake.

His breath comes out in a white mist as he sighs, half amused. ]

... not again.


(( OOC: Have an AU-verse Haro! Yes, that Haro that a certain Meister is fond of carrying around. For canonmates' reference, he hails from post-S1. Also, beware Gundam-verse-smashing. ))
 

[Two as one...it's not unfamiliar to happen in this world. Akito's used to the changes between it and being apart. Today they're together, and while it's a nice change, the light isn't too sure it's a good thing.

It's common fact that Agito gets into fights, but losing the eyepatch during them is always a bother. The teen sits on a bench, legs swinging idly, mismatched eyes watching the sky. Akito's in control, singing softly to them both. Clothes are ripped and bloody, jeans and AT soaked with the red liquid, but he's not really hurt. The occasional scratch, and there's a nasty gash on his right arm that's bleeding sluggishly, but other than that, he's not really hurt at all. Most of that blood came from his opponents, who Agito rather enjoyed playing with.

His other is still worked up, the shark prowling their mind irritably. So Akito continues to sing softly, lending his strength to the other and trying to calm him down]

And I don't the world to see me,
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand.
When everything's made to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am...

[What up Phantasos. Today you may find what appears to be one slightly wrecked and smouldering Gundam Throne hanging out in the park and clearly not going anywhere anytime soon.

Glaring at it would be a certain blue-haired Trinity who is very ticked about this whole situation] Piece of junk. Can't even hold fucking together under a little fire, no! Instead you fall to fucking pieces on me! [Fume. He liked the Zwei, but honestly. The blasted thing wouldn't even start. How the hell was he supposed to do anything about this?

...man Johann was going to kill him]



((OOC: V-voice test <-<;; Michael Trinity from Gundam 00. I apologise for any and all failing ;;))

[One moment, it was all fire and shrapnel and shrieking alarms, and the next moment it was...]

[... Cold. Snow. Allelujah sat up in the snow, trying to figure out what was going on.]

[He remembered snow, very vaguely. Of course, he had seen it on leave on Earth, but not often enough to really get accustomed to it. Faint snatches of memory that slipped through the cracks of a cold place, before he had been changed, made a Super Soldier... he couldn't help but dwell on brief flashes of white and color and cold and warmth that he thought might be memories.]

['Stop that, idiot. Where the hell are we?']

[Hallelujah grumbled from beside him and also inside his head.]

['Come on, you're a Super Soldier, stop sitting on your ass like you don't know what the hell you're doing.']

[... Right. Allelujah got up, brushed off his flight suit, and looked around. Time to scout out the area.]

[[ooc; Voice test for Marina Asylum.]]

[The Underworld disappeared unexpectedly, and of course the surroundings were unknown for Kanon. How did this happen? He was heading to the call of the Gold Cloths, but suddenly awaked in this place, which looked like a common Earth city. If this was some sort of dream or an illusion, then maybe some Specter was playing with his mind. There wasn't enough time for this charade: he won't hesitate to use his Galaxian Explosion if necessary.]

((ooc: have a pre-death Gemini Kanon from Saint Seiya lalala~ also voice testing. I should've done this before, but until now I got the inspiration to do it xDDD *goes to bed since it's already morning wut?*))

[Never mind the strange place she has suddenly found herself. Never mind the long tail covered in green fur that swishes arhythmically behind her, or that her ears are now pointed and feline in appearance. Hiling has found something that interests her even more.

She crouches at the edge of a pond, her gaze fixed on the fish that swim below the surface. How long she has been there is anyone's guess, but the longer she watches, the more delicious they look. She tenses up, no longer able to resist, and with a sudden SPLASH, she strikes-- only to come back with a handful of water and pond flora. The fish have scattered and she sits in wait for their return as the surface smooths itself once again. Despite her lack of success, she seems to be enjoying herself.]


((ooc: evented and non-evented welcome. memories from Marina Asylum apply.))

[There's an Angel wandering around the unfamiliar terrain, a politely puzzled expression on his face. Tokyo-3 was destroyed by Unit 01's explosion, but even before, it didn't look like this. Has he been sent somewhere new? He can't fulfill his mission away from Central Dogma, so that doesn't make sense, but he can't think of why else he'd suddenly be in a strange town that looks decidedly unpopulated. Trust SEELE not to tell him about the relocation, heh.]

You're so tempermental, Old Men. What have you done with me now?

[His voice is mild, almost amused. Hands in the pockets of his school uniform, he keeps wandering. Surely he's got to find someone soon.]

((ooc: anyone who wants a non-sexy encounter with the angel, line up here! as before, this is MANGA Kaworu, so expect some differences from the anime version. impatient mun needs a way to distract herself from waiting for Marina apps to open =D))

[Someone was looking distracted -- or maybe a little lost -- as she stood in the midst of an alley of large trees clothed in the colors of autumn.

She no longer knew the last time she had been to this place, or perhaps she had lost the sense of time; but there were things she had seen, that she had touched. Of a laughing man with red animal eyes, of a good and loving friends lost, the warmth of embraces, the fires of kisses, of dreams shattered and where hope had slipped from her grasp.

... but were those thoughts of someone so young? This lady needs a distraction, it seems...]


(( ooc: non-evented pups are of course, welcome~ ♥ Chall has (vague) memories of previous encounters in Phantasos and Erato, including those of her adult version. ))
 

'lo? [ The boy spun around, his blue eyes taking in the surrounding scene. He didn't recognize these buildings. His clothes were muddy and there was even some dirt on his face and outlining his scraped knees. Panic was close to setting in. ] Oy! What happened ta everyone?

[ Cupping his gloved hands to his mouth, he yelled. ] Sam? Lyle? Ian! Amy?

...the 'ell is everyone? [ He picked up the rough looking ball off the ground in front of him and started walking. Maybe he can find a street he recognizes... ]

(( ooc: I don't have nearly enough icons for this! ))

["Restless."

That was the best word to describe this young man. He was leaning against a sidewalk bench and tossed a tennis ball against the wall of a building in front of him. He puts a spin on the ball here and there, only barely moving to catch the ball again.

Perhaps a stressy thought came to him as he missed the return-bounce, ball leaping past him and the bench.]

!?

...

Aww fuck.

[He vaulted over the bench with his arm to chase after the ball across the street, not really mindful if he were to bump into someone...]


(( OOC: mind smacking around playing with a restless muse? He's got a knife, but he can play nice! ♥ :D Also AU abound, so he hails from POST-S1. ;) ))

[Young lady stumbled out of an open door, completely perplexed (and were those green fireflies fluttering about her? Oh no, they're gone...) Over what seems to be a color coded uniform was a soil stained apron, on her hands were garden gloves, and her hair held back by a bandanna.]

Eh.

[Blinking, she held herself against the doorframe, moving her legs tentatively, as if getting a feel for the ground. She let out a sigh, looking left and right. She mumbled under her breath, as she undid her bandanna --]

... 'should be a map here somewhere...

[-- and tucked it into her apron pocket. She ventured a few steps into the street, looking around her distractedly as she plucked her gloves off.]

This is a really bad timing.


(( ooc: Feldt got bored in my musebox, so here she is. WARNING -- AU-ness lurketh~ ))

[When she woke up, Anew was alone. The shock wore off quickly enough even if the guilt of her last moments hadn't faded at all. She had betrayed them -- him -- and if being alone in the afterlife was her punishment, it was surely earned.]

[But even so, she wishes she could see him again.]

((OOC: Anew Returner from Gundam 00! Voice testing, and looking especially for cast mates here. &hearts ))

[It was such a beautiful spring day. Jeanne was flitting about town, a tote bag swinging to and fro as she practically skipped along. There was all manner of fruit in that same bag, just as there was all over the place, and she simply could not help herself.

She wore simple flip-flops, a blue summer dress, and a wide-brimmed yellow hat, along with the biggest smile you have ever seen.] This is so beautiful~

Though, I wonder... where is everyone else? [She stopped, to look around. Does she see you? ]

[Lockon has seen - and committed - his share of atrocities in his life. Bombings, executions, massacres, rebellions, riots, and full-scale wars. Here he faced a new threat, and it was up to his survival instinct and skills to see him through. The spire made for excellent cover, and the perfect place for a sniper's nest; its defective clock tower - no power to turn its hands or ring its bells - provided ample room for supplies, and shuttered windows that faced every side of the small cityscape.

There he lay, a simple mat spread out over a stiff bed of sandbags, the barrel of his rifle skimming the desolate and and ruined streets. Through the scope, Lockon surveyed the carnage below. The windows of buildings broken, their doors ripped from the hinges, and their walls scarred with the stains of blood and fire. All these pointed out the dangers that awaited any survivors below, as they, too, struggled for their lives; a danger that he and his partner worked diligently to suppress, as best they could, from their safe sniper's haven.]

Zombies... [He muttered. It wasn't the first time, but it was the only thing he had said in some hours.] I still can't believe this.


( OOC: Haven't really decided which Lockon / Neil this is; AU, Marina-canon, pre-show, S1, whatever. If you have a preference, tell me, otherwise I'll just wing it. <3 )

[Cautious as ever, Tieria examined the basket of fruit at the table he had stopped by. They looked normal, smelled normal, felt normal when he picked them up. He couldn't see any tampering like a coating or odd cuts and punctures. He carefully bit into a strawberry, chewing slowly at first and ready to spit it out if something seemed off, but it tasted perfectly fine. In fact, it tasted almost too good. Still, he couldn't find anything immediately wrong with them. In fact, as he finished one, he couldn't see any reason not to have another. He sat down at the table, deciding to have a few more.]

[Those who know this woman would not recognize her -- not when she when her silver mane has now turned brown, and the notable scar that ran down her face and the upper part of her body was nowhere to be seen. In the place of the strict uniform of Fereshte, she had on her person a light summer dress, and shoes.]

[The place was calm, dark and quiet, a telescope propped on the edge of a wooden plank by a large lake. Stars were strewn across the black velvet sky, with no moon in sight, it was perfect for this woman who was peering through the telescope, humming a nondescript tune.]

[A normal place, normal setting -- but not for this one. She looks up from her telescope and over her shoulder at whoever may come...]

It's a lovely evening, isn't it? Want to take a look?



{ ooc: X3;; Chall bugged me to play over here, specially with the current event that's happening. Just can't resist. Anyways, have at it! }

{ ETA : added link to a quick doodle for reference. :3 }

[Lime-haired young man, lounging on a bench, seems to be engrossed in a well worn leather-bound pocket book, muttering --]

Hm. Must save some for later. Regene, are you -- ?!

[He looks up, surprised, as he slid a satin ribbon bookmark to the page he left. He looks at his bench -- perhaps expecting it was anything but a bench -- as he daintily folded the book on his lap. Eyes scan the area, and he heaves a sigh.]

This is strange. Very strange indeed...



{ ooc: Hello everyone! First time for me at IJ, and to play Ribbons as per canon; he still needs some practice away from the AU setting I usually play him in, so have a poke at! :D For those familiar with the series, he also has knowledge of side-story events, so if you have any questions, IM/PM/ooc note, fire away! }

[Like looking through frosted glass, the buildings bent and swayed, contorted into strange shapes that defied the laws of gravity and common architecture. Hei pushed through the thick miasma that surrounded him, his body weighed down and his feet numb, stumbling as he walked. Only sheer force of will kept him on his feet.

Finally, he breaks free, taking in a deep breath and gulping in cold air. It was night in an unfamiliar city although the neon lights fizzing in the damp air was not wholly unusual. His head pounding, Hei steps forward.]

[OOC: Looking for some added practice on Hei/Li since he takes forever to get right usually when I have to add Li. Indulge me? Ambush him, attack him, talk to him, anything.]

[Tieria sits on a dock overlooking a lake. Next to him, a forgotten book flips pages in the soft breeze. At first glance, he looks no different. But, as one gets closer, subtle differences are visible. His hair is a bit more burgundy than purple, a more natural looking color... and his skin contains natural variations, like a freckle or two, or some more pink in spots from sitting in the sun, leaving him to look less pale. He seems almost relaxed, leaning back on his hands as he looks up to the sky with brown eyes, which are still behind a pair of simple glasses. Is he letting himself actually daydream?]

[It's a complete, desolate wasteland.]

[The faint remains of a castle loom slightly in the background, but the ruins there are a poor replacement for the grandeur that once was. The air is thick with ash, the sort that settles in your hair, your clothes, your lungs. No one is around, no is left to linger over the wreckage of Silver Millennium.]

[There is one person, a figure, a girl. She's dressed in a uniform of sorts, a soldier's uniform, and she's holding a blood-stained sword to her side.]

They're dead.

[She paused, her words slowly slipping out.]

All of them.

(feel free to attack/ask/wtf)