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| [He opens his eyes and just glares at the dome above him, at the fish peacefully swimming around the Bubble. He is not in the fake Karakura anymore, obviously. Unless it is another of Urahara's stupid tricks... ?
But that spell... It truly had been what Aizen was waiting for, forcing the Hogyoku to protect his precious host, triggering the next stage of their most amazing Fusion. Yes, it would have been so perfect ! He can almost see himself emerging from Urahara's sealing spell, ready for the next step of his evolution, basking in the revelation of his new powers. So finding himself in an aquarium certainly wasn't part of the plan. And he really doesn't appreciate it when unseen things come in the way, forcing him to think and plan everything over and over again. But he'll do it, of course, as soon as he'll know more about this most strange place.
Aizen finally stands and his hand travels down to his chest, to his already ripped off, bloodstained and now damp white clothes. The Hogyoku is still there, very good. This is an excellent start.
Reaching for Kyoka Suigetsu, the ex-Captain casually wipes the blood off its blade before sheathing it at his side once more. He sees no need to use it, not yet anyway. Grabbing the SFC that fell from his lap, he fiddles just a moment with it before switching it on. It is not really different than a denreishinki after all.]
Good day to anyone is listening... I am Aizen Sosuke... Would someone be kind enough to tell me what is this place ?
[Polite, as always, even if his blood is now boiling with frustration. He is a god, isn't he ? He should not have to seek help.] |
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| [When the SFC turns on, it's incredibly dark due to the power outage in the bubble. There's the smallest glow coming from the SFC so one can see a pair of glasses, with worried blue eyes behind them.]
Ooh, bugger, it's so bloody dark in here I can't see a thing. I thought this little device would give off more light. [He sighs and mutters something that sounds like 'let there be light', and suddenly the room is filled with a white glow. Aziraphale is now illuminated, and looking very confused as he glances around the room.]
Where in the world am I-- am I on a bed? Is this my bedroom? Did I... did I just wake up?! Oh no, I've never slept before, how did this happen! How long was I out for??
[He glances down and tilts the camera at a pile of clothing sitting on his bed- ranging from fancy pinstripe suits to casual button downs, even a few pairs of dressy men's shoes.]
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| [As always, where everyone else sees fun and games, Zelda sees trouble waiting to happen. At least she's being proactive about it!]
Is anyone else concerned about these "fishlympics"? It sounds as if the potential for injury is quite high. I wouldn't want to spoil anyone's fun though, so perhaps I should set up on-site medical facilities to deal with any emergencies. Would anyone be interested in joining me? |
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| [So, there's a vampire lounging on his couch, not really looking all that bothered.]
Hmmm...looks like the coral is at it again. At least some people seem to be having fun with their new powers, yes~?
Is anyone not effected? I know that happens sometimes. I wonder why that is...
Aaanyway~ Just be careful with all these new abilities, kiddies~ 'With great power comes great responsibility' and all that~
[He waves as if to say good-bye when a roaring sound comes from off camera along with the sound of crackling.] Aayeyaaah!! [The SFC is dropped as Johnny bolts off the couch to attend to save the poor chair he has just set on fire.] |
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| [This isn't a good day for Aziraphale. This really, really, isn't a good day for Aziraphale. He had just put down a book sometime early in the morning when he began feeling weird. Really weird. And his vision had gone somewhat wonky. He'd assumed it was from staring at his book too long, but an hour and a cup of tea and some relaxing later, it hadn't gone away.
The angel, feeling somewhat sick to his stomach with nerves and some other completely undesirable urges and feelings had gone to the mirror to check what was wrong.
Of course, that's when the yelling began. Lots of it. Yelling and hyperventilating and general freaking out like the angel had never done in his entire life.
After pacing his living room for a few seconds, trying to calm down from his mini freak-out and trying to decide if he was dreaming despite never having slept a moment of his existence, he turns on a video feed.
Immediately, it's apparent what was wrong. His eyes were deep red goat eyes.]Can anybody tell me why this has happened?! Why are my eyes like this, why do I feel like I did something really, really awful?! Is this some joke?! Did I... did I do something wrong?? Oh dear God-- [He cringes in pain suddenly, hissing from speaking the name. That's when realization strikes....]Oh, no. No, no, no, no how did this happen, how could this happen, why am I a demon?! How did I Fall?!?![His yelling and hyperventilating is now worse than before. Sorry neighbors.] |
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| [Have an amused look as a light-haired man seems to be surveying his surroundings while using the SFC. Despite having just arrived, he's remarkably dry and, apparently, completely unbothered by his arrival.]
I’m liking the ‘Atlantis’ feel of things. Very nice.
So, I’m not on Earth anymore, got that part, anyone want to tell me what this place is called? I suppose I should know the name of the place I’ll be calling home for a little while.
And, before any of you assume, no, I’m not looking for a way out, I don’t really care; though, I wouldn’t mind if someone would point me in the direction of the nearest bakery.
[His smirk widens as if this is the best joke he’s heard in a long time before he cuts the feed.
Anyone walking around the plaza will see a man with a handful of candies just waltzing around as if on a sight-seeing tour. Of course, to anyone who can sense such things, the energy around him makes it obvious he's anything but human.] |
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| [So all that can be heard for about ten seconds is the sound of the SFC falling to the ground, followed by a lot of fluttering, fumbling, scattering of papers, things falling off of shelves, all sorts of messy chaos. After a bit silence, there's a little more fluttering and papers scattering, and then a very irritated voice.]
Oh, bugger all this!! I can't believe how troublesome these ratty things are, why did I even bother with them!! [He doesn't seem to have even noticed he just "cursed" right there; his blood is boiling, and going through Armageddon and back seems to have loosened up his virtues just a tad. He'll beat himself up over the slip of the tongue later, when he isn't feeling wretched.] It's such a mess, these! Beyond wrecked! There's no point in even cleaning up.
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| A few questions for you all, Vatheon. After speaking with several people about this, my curiosity started to grow about one particular subject;
Magic.
How many people come from a world where it's common knowledge? How many people here can perform it? And what of its resources? - Tags:aziraphale, desu mc (katsu aoki), kael'thas sunstrider, ky kiske, raine sage, squall leonhart, tatsumi seiichirou, ventus, yosuke otoha, zelda (ocarina of time), zexion
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| Warnings: Gore, blood, fratricide. [There's smoke, and Katsu steps back from the simple pyre, watching the lamb be consumed by the flames. He's satisfied - he did what was asked, and it seems the one he had offered it to was happy with it as well.] ( Brother, my brother. ) |
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