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Subject Post 1Subject: Chronicle Four | The Catalyst - Chapter One: Buried Feelings - Part 2 Thu Apr 16, 2015 2:06 pm
The sound of the tempered water sloshing around under the sea vessel known as Lex's ship was quite clear, almost reflecting the amount of excitement that the fair skinned man displayed about getting to his destination. But not quite, and thankfully so. It was a sunny day out, white puffy clouds were slowly rolling through the blue skies as the smell of salt air dominated the seas. Lex was embracing it openly, standing at the bow of the ship as he looked out over into the vast distance with his arms crossed and his clothing fluttering a bit in the wind. Slowly the blond haired girl would approach his direction, her eyes glued to the unrolled map that she had been looking at for the past hour. “Lex, are you sure the Azure Knight is in this direction? China is quite a longs way from Europe and it's been weeks since he's been spotted there, how do you know he didn't just go west instead?” she asked, finally glancing up from the parchment. The man didn't bother to turn from facing towards the other figure, his gaze fixed upon the very distant patch of land that was starting to come into view.
“In all honesty, I'm not fully certain. He could be anywhere in this hemisphere for all we know, but something tells me that he's going to be in China. I believe the sword draws me to other strong entities, as crazy as that may sound. The Azure Knight is one formidable foe and his strength shouldn't be taken lightly, it's only natural that the Catalyst would lead me straight to him.” he explained, tapping his right hand against the hilt of the new sword he brandished by his side now, the sword moving slightly from his hip. Veronica had seen a lot in her time, things that most people couldn't even fathom. And despite even being only a year younger than him, she had to admit that her acquaintance with the man made her gain a bit of mutual respect for Lex. Still, this was something left to the whimsical powers of a sword and she wasn't exactly fond of that. She was never thrilled at the idea of so much traveling around away from her homeland, but if it was necessary then she couldn't argue.
“Alright, then let's hope that he's there. The Azure Knight is not someone to mess with and I wouldn't want him getting more powerful with each soldier and civilian that he slaughters.” she insisted. The young man nodded as he turned back towards the sea, his mind drifting onto just how difficult it would be to fight this monstrosity. The legends spoke of some vile things that he could do, but not only that, his raw and violent power that could destroy structures with single blows. It was going to eat at him of course, questioning if he could defeat such a creature and help keep balance within the world. He would just have to find out once he came across the cursed sword, something he was becoming more confident of doing with the new blade that he had acquired in that cave.
The muffled whirring sounds of plane propellers continued droning on as Lex faded back into the present, realizing that he was still within the air in his biplane, flying towards one of the most important sites yet, India. Sometimes he wondered how his visions didn't get him killed, creeping into his mind like that while he was flying an aircraft, that seemed rather dangerous no doubt. But it seemed to stand that such imagery wouldn't even form in his mind if he wasn't expected to be safe at the time anyway, so he simply left it at that and checked the map that he had brought along. As the air blew around him while he breezed through the darkened blue cloudy skies, both the piece of paper and his faded blue scarf fluttered gently through the wind, his eyes glancing up from the map to see the sun disappearing into the horizon, making its way to the other side of the planet while the stars began to slightly become visible.
After taking another moment to confirm where he even was, he tucked the map into his coat pocket and then adjusted his course a bit, steering slightly to the left before his gaze fell upon the surrounding cloudy sky around him. It was times like this that he wondered why he didn't fly his aircrafts more often, despite having the time and resources to do so. 'Perhaps I should stop working so often...' crept a suggestion into his mind. Well, he could do that, but who would find the artifacts and make sure that all of his original equipment didn't fall into the hands of anyone else? He couldn't have that, so his focus went back to getting to India as fast as he could, his leisurely flying session that he figured he was going to have no longer became a luxury, pressing a bit more on the throttle so he could go faster and reach his destination faster. It didn't take long to reach it actually, at least, according to the map's coordinates logged into the plane's GPS.
But what he was looking at brought so many questions, the young man grumbling to himself as it struck him that the large piece of land floating in the sky couldn't be a good sign whatsoever. He was nearby India, but the first thought that came to mind was that the floating 'structure' could very well be a part of the burial site he was looking for. He had never heard records of Earth being split into pieces at some point, at all. Not only that, but he also never heard of a gigantic wall that bordered the outside of India like that, which would serve to be a problem. He had to admit, this wasn't going to be easy at all. With no equipment or worthy weaponry, both him and his biplane could be shot out of the sky in a moment if he tried anything sneaky. The safest route, the only route, was to check with the authority of the place. Something told him that the floating island was more or less the location to find such a thing, since the actual country was far larger to be searching for someone in charge by scratch.
He ran the options through his head, pulling back on the throttle quite a bit so the plane could slow down and he could think about them. Anybody he would come across could be hostile, in which case he assumed he would most likely lose his plane in during a fight with anyone but safely get away through magical means. There was also the notion that they could in fact be friendly, but of course they would watch over his shoulder during his entire stay there and inquire him about what he was doing there and what he was trying to uncover from the earth. That exactly wasn't going to go well, it was always safe to assume that anyone hearing about the concept of power would try to take it for their own, so he had to come up with some way to escape the moment that he got his hands on that sword. The last option was to agree working with any hostile authority figures for a while until he got close enough to get to the burial site and get that sword. That would take time though, and not only that, but give them more of a chance to find out more about him and what he wanted to do in the first place.
Lex hummed in thought as he slowly approached the floating island, merely meters away as he realized that with what he was equipped with, he didn't have many choices besides extreme violence or being subjugated to hide within their own walls. He made no attempt to hide his approach, the whirring sound of his plane being a fair warning of his arrival as he coasted the skies and circled around the area to look for a safe place to land his aircraft, lifting up his goggles for a moment to glance down at the paved streets of Szalnor, staring in amazement at its seemingly perfectly symmetrical design. Eventually he would find an airstrip after several minutes of flying around the island, slowly approaching it to have a safe landing and get his mission started.
Subject Post 2Subject: Re: Chronicle Four | The Catalyst - Chapter One: Buried Feelings - Part 2 Thu Apr 16, 2015 7:38 pm
It was one those moments, those inevitable moments that Minerva had. She had to scratch an insatiable itch, the need to explore. A curious girl over three thousand years old will of course will find many ways to try to entertain and occupy herself as the days and years go on. New experiences, new people... all of which Minerva had an interest in. She had spent considerable amount of her life traveling the world of Asteria, but this time...this time will be different. She would travel to another dimension. Admittedly, this wasn't her first time to do so, but her previous travels left her curiosity unfulfilled as many dimensions did not have magical items or magic in general among the people she encountered. For Minerva was a great collector of knowledge and items, particularly those with magical properties. However, lately, Minerva was also gaining an increased interest in technology. After all, any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.
But anyway this time she traveled to a very interesting version of a planet called Earth in which magic and technology of the highest form were in equal abundance. So Minerva could not help but decide that this place is where she decided to spend a considerable amount of time in.
Stepping out of her portal, she appeared in a back alley in a large city which so happens to be floating in the sky. She wasn’t sure what to make of the local populace, and figured that she would naturally stand out as her appearance was of a Victorian era petite girl in her late teens, with pale skin and dark blue eyes. She went out and walked the streets trying to mimic the behavior and mannerisms of those around her. Everything...was just beautiful and pristine and everyone ...was happy. It was too ideal and Minerva found it boring, but decided to hold judgement for now.
She had spent the last few minutes pickpocketing the locals seeing if she could find something interesting, but she only found normal everyday items like keys, writing utensils, tools and even candy (which she kept but returned the others). She was able to find a small restaurant on the edge of the city. It was one of those with a few small tables outside next to building to where patrons can enjoy the beautiful weather. It was a perfect time to relax and enjoy a cup of tea as she people watched. Not much time had past before she spotted a figure off in the distance who had just landed on a distance airfield. From a quick glance she could tell that he was not from around here. She mentally compared herself with this supposed foreigner who was presumably coming here to explore a distant land. She giggled to herself at this mental image as if this somehow made her similar to a person she had never met. A silly thought like was enough to make him stand out in her mind.
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Subject Post 4Subject: Re: Chronicle Four | The Catalyst - Chapter One: Buried Feelings - Part 2 Thu Apr 23, 2015 1:35 am
Lex's trip towards the floating mass of land didn't seem all that difficult, but that soon became the problem for the man as he could feel the difference within the atmosphere, making the ride become far too easy to control through. Sure the skies had been clear during his entire trip there, but little details like the amount of wind resistance he got during the entire trip there and the faint smell of the ocean sea disappearing entirely rose a big concern. Had he been caught in some type of mind trick of some sort, something that attacked at his senses? Suddenly his mind flashed onto a figure, one that looked quite similar to him besides an important difference of his left eye seeming to be missing a pupil. At first, Lex didn't understand why of all times would he be sent a vision, but from what the figure in his mind seemed to be mentally screaming out, he was starting to understand. 'Genjutsu? I highly doubt anyone of that timeline could still be alive after so long who had mastered such arts, but it isn't worth risking to find out.' he thought as his occupied mind's eye seemed to clear once again.
To anyone else, those two changes may have meant nothing to them, but to Lex, this kind of sudden shift made him tense up in anxiety, remembering the many times he had witnessed the other variants of himself lose loved ones or, on even rarer occasions, get themselves killed from not taking subtle things into account. Immediately he took out a small pen knife and stabbed himself on the side of his forearm, hissing in pain as he winced at the sudden rush of shock that shot up his arm. This was the universal 'cure' to being caught under a genjutsu that his other variant had learned throughout his lifetime. There were other methods to break out of such a thing, but he lacked the important components when it came to other means of freeing himself from such mental illusions. He possessed no 'chakra' nor any means to directly counter it with other jutsus. Instead, he would use this tried and true method of trying to get rid of this sudden problem.
Unfortunately, this didn't seem to be having any effect on his senses, despite the numbing pain of the stab wound that he had given himself. He grumbled lowly as he winced again, reaching into a compartment of his plane to grab for a roll of sanitized cloth to wrap around his wounded arm, his mind drifting onto the second option at hand. This place could have had some form of force field around it, which wasn't far fetched considering that it was floating in the sky in the first place. The only problem with this idea was that he could imagine that such a means could easily cause a lot more than just stabilizing the area and giving it a sweet aroma. Nanobots could have been inhaled into his body since the moment he entered the area, or some lingering spell of a ticking time bomb to keep all those that inhabited the place in line while at the same time protecting them from those who wanted to inflict harm on the community.
Now perhaps yes, this may have been a bit far fetched, had it not been one of his previous lives before him that did something of this caliber already with the control over his own city. Perhaps the one in charge here hadn't come up with such an idea yet, or didn't have the means to, but he wasn't willing to take that risk. He needed to get onto his journey and then hurry up and leave this place before they had the chance to blow him up from the inside or something. That was the man's final thoughts as he started changing his outfit, taking off the slightly sliced jacket he had been wearing and putting on a brand new one over his cut arm before touching down, his plane slowly skidding along the open grounds as his focus went onto the man that had been standing at the edge of the island, obviously waiting for him. Lex's mind drifted back onto the force field-like material he had passed by earlier, thinking that perhaps it acted as a form of detection as well, that whoever didn't have whatever 'spell' or 'nanobots' nestled inside them, they were detected as obvious newcomers, and were possibly a threat. It would make sense to why someone would be greeting him already in such a fashion, as if he was in fact an old war buddy of Lex's or something.
It was strange enough to think about, considering that the man was actually in some type of military garb. Lex had seen a lot of uniforms in his time, the cheating help of being able to see the daily lives of his former counterparts, but one uniform that was unnervingly very similar to the one the man was wearing stuck out to him, recognizing it right away as a garb that two different variants of himself had encountered. One during the nineteen forties, and one during the fifty nineties since Earth's Salvation. It was plain as day; the Nazi uniform. He kept his eyes on the pale violet male, watching him bow as he hopped out of his plane and pulled his goggles up to rest onto his aviator hat. He was greeted with overwhelming polite gestures and a smooth Swedish accent. As he kept talking though, it wasn't hard to realize that what he was saying pretty much declared that Lex would have to leave, and pretty soon. One of two things was most likely about to happen. One, Lex just got himself into an unwanted and very outmatched fight with an entire 'city' which was very unlikely that he would last against for more than a few moments since he didn't have his equipment. Or two, the man was going to 'politely' advise that he leave, which, as better as that sounded compared to the first option, still left Lex with being stuck to figuring out how he was going to get that sword.
He had given this place a good observation from the skies though and it was fairly clear that the place had been heavily terraformed, whatever part of India was used to make this, IF any part of India was used to make this, Lex wasn't going to be able to find it through digging it up anymore. No previous data on his scouter meant that he had no exact location to start excavating for his treasure. The man simply folded his arms and was about to let Rayner continue for a bit longer before he suddenly stopped, Lex's ears picking up the sounds of sudden sirens before Rayner apologized to him and disappeared from sight. Perhaps visitors weren't exactly the highest priority here when it came to security of the island, seeing as he wasn't important enough to kick off the city grounds right away. Lex wasn't interested in the commotion nor its cause, not looking for a sense of adventure to get him into any trouble with the authorities. He was just happy that Rayner hadn't noticed the fresh wound he gave himself through some type of scanner of some sort, which reminded him right away of something far more important than just waiting around patiently for the man to return.
Lex pulled off his aviator hat and retrieved his scouter from the cockpit, adjusting it on his face before immediately pressing the scanning button to begin the process of scanning everything around him. It began logging the location on the map, the size, the materials that everything was made out of, and even the overall design that made this place. The process only caused several low electronic chirps to emit from the device, the man turning his head slightly left to right so that way his tinted blue lens could catch several parts of the structures and streets of where he was nearby. Lex had always been thorough with his collecting of data and information and he was going to make sure that he didn't come up short this time around either. He needed as much information as possible if he was going to survive this place, he had to take it seriously.
Subject Post 5Subject: Re: Chronicle Four | The Catalyst - Chapter One: Buried Feelings - Part 2 Fri Apr 24, 2015 6:03 pm
Minerva was in no sense of urgency to do anything, and in fact was content just to take in the surroundings. Perhaps she would go and find out what kind of magic and technology exist in this dimension. She was here for fun of course, but also to learn. The first of such curiosities was a flying machine of sorts off in the distance. It captured her interest as nothing of the sort existed on Asteria, only large dirigibles and massive flying castles. She couldn’t see very much detail at this distance and wondered how it was powered. She assumed that such vehicles were commonplace and therefore decided that she would look into the matter later.
Minerva was just finishing up her tea and opening up her parasol in her right hand and was preparing to head back into the bustling streets when she heard a loud and unmistakable noise. A siren for an emergency it must have been. She looked around to see what was the matter. Maybe there was an accident nearby? Wouldn’t that be exciting. She didn’t have to guess for long as the situation became abundantly clear to her when she noticed a multitude of metallic sphere like objects surrounding her with such speed. She sighed. It was no surprise. This wasn’t the first time that she had become an object of interest in a particularly short amount of time when she entered a different dimension to another world. This might be a record actually as she had only arrived a couple of minutes ago. They took their security seriously it seems. When the machines explained to her that her pickpocketing was the center of this commotion, she couldn’t help but tilt her head slightly. They considered it petty theft yet it warranted such a response from authorities and it was something worth arresting someone over? Apparently these people are ignorant of the concept of proportional response. In any case, Minerva had countless encounters like these some more extreme and dangerous and some not so much. While there was the odd and rare exceptions to where the natives were hostile to her presence, the vast majority of people she encountered became much more amiable when she explained that she was not here to cause anyone harm or trouble. However, she did in fact take other peoples’ possession without consent so she mentally remind herself that such actions she felt inconsequential will be taken seriously by others. Her carefree attitude had gotten herself in trouble. Nobody is perfect after all.
Before she could finish her thoughts, an odd gentlemen popped in front of her. She would have been startled, but anything is to be expected in a foreign land and she didn’t think that the spherical machines would be the only thing to come to her. She was going to introduce herself, but was interrupted by some type of light projection that showed an image, technology similar on Asteria. It was a video displaying the evidence of her petty theft. She was actually quite impressed that not only had the authorities captured the crime, they also had it ready to show her right then and there. Actually, it was quite nice of them to show the evidence of such accusations as sometimes she been accused of something that she didn’t do. She appreciated the gesture. It was after this did the person before her spoke and asked her the obvious question she had head many times throughout her life. But this was no time to reminisce. Minerva believed that honesty and politeness was the preferred policy and smiled warmly.
“Hello there. My name is Minerva Winthrop. How do you do?” she said with an air of grace and elegance along with a slow curtsy. “You can consider me to be a tourist. I understand that you have caught me in the act that is unbecoming of a lady. It was a little exciting adventure for a bored lady that I took to far. Such theft no matter how small has no place in your respectable society and I truly apologize for my actions. I ask what I could do to rectify such transgressions.” She said sincerely. “May I ask who you are and where I am, good sir?”
She decided to leave it at that and wanted to see how lenient these people may or may not be. She didn’t make any sudden moves and was in no mood to fight.
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Subject Post 7Subject: Re: Chronicle Four | The Catalyst - Chapter One: Buried Feelings - Part 2 Fri May 08, 2015 12:21 am
He waited patiently, just silently reading through the information that showed up on his scouter for the next few minutes before it slowly began to malfunction. There wasn't much of a surprise there, he had expected it at some point for a form of security to try and jam his signal. His equipment could possibly have bypassed it, but in a situation like this, he didn't even want to bother with such a risk since he didn't have it, which was the entire point he was here. Following suit to his scanner's 'mysterious' malfunction was the hologram of a female to kindly alert him that the one in charge wanted to see him. His immediate concern of course was that she knew his name, despite not even having the chance to tell them. Whether it was a display of power to him to show that they had things on lockdown or that they could very well find him if necessary, he didn't like it, he didn't like it one bit. The grimace on his face showed as he listened to her continue on with her programmed words before she disappeared just as whimsical as she had melded into existence, leaving the man alone to travel into the portal right next to him. It was then that he would turn to look at the forming waypoint of transportation and frowned just a bit harder.
”Hehehe, what a fucking fool, you were always so weak when it came to her Lex. That's why I like you, you're so damn predictable. You're so god damn noble and high and mighty until somebody threatens her life, then you attempt to do whatever it takes to save her. Hahahaha! Priceless!” came the snide remark of the Celotrian standing in front of him. Lex breathed as calmly as he could, despite the many bruises and heavy cuts that were displayed across his body, simulating that he had been in quite a fight or two. He glanced at the mocking individual, his eyes narrowing with distaste and venomous hatred for the similar looking gray fox. What he hated most was that he couldn't do anything to change his situation, just staring at the sinister grin of his doppelganger as he gestured towards the swirling portal that was beside them. Pyra was in trouble and he had already killed over a hundred or so trained military officials just to get this far, not to mention Duplex's personal bodyguards before being told that his wife was 'supposedly' in a fight for her life at that very moment. It could very well not be true, a painfully obvious trap and walking through that portal could get him killed here and now. He would be leaving his family and friends with no explanation to what happened to him and leaving them even more vulnerable to such psychotic killers like Duplex. But if it was true though...
The light grey fox began walking towards the portal while balling up his fists, blood running down from his forehead and trickling down to run down the side of his face as the only thought that ran through his mind at that very moment was Pyra's safety. That was before it faded to the death of his arch nemesis, causing him to give the most vicious glare he could at the slightly darker furred vulpine. “Mark my words Duplex, when this is all over, you better hang on to the coat tails of those damn Eternals you serve so damn much, cause I'm coming to fucking kill you, bet on it.” he seethed, thinking about the lives of those soldiers that had been tricked into ambushing him. Duplex simply gave a dark chuckle before moving his hand to gesture a mouth open and closing at a steady pace. “Yapity-yap-yap motherfucker, that's all you do Lex. You better get going, Pyra's not going to last long if you're stupid ass is staying here talking to me the whole time.” he said, breaking into a sinister grin again. He was right, he couldn't waste his time with foolish pride, he had to get going or he was going to let one of the only few things left that he loved in this world die. No more words were exchanged, the fox turning away from his supposed duplicate and walking towards the portal again, slowly easing right on through until he faded away from existence from the area entirely.
Lex's vision faded back to the present, his gaze falling onto the portal in front of him as he thought about his current options. The person in charge knew his name without him saying a word and considering he was just a random nobody who didn't even belong in this timeline, this wasn't just something that could be looked over. He literally existed in this universe for only a year and had been nowhere near this hemisphere during its entirety. Whoever he was dealing with either wanted to flaunt their power to him before forcing him to work with them, kill him, or both. These were quite bleak options that were rolled out for him, but if he wanted that sword, there was no other option. It was the only chance he had at getting the power to fend people off at superhuman levels in the first place, so he needed it if he wanted to continue finding his equipment or else he was bound to die by just about anyone in this world due to their spiritual and physical prowess. With that thought in mind, the dark skinned male gave a low exhale before walking through the portal finally, having taken about two seconds of hesitation to see the vision clearly in his mind before it had faded away.
He could see the 'humble' abode in which he was sent to, not finding it surprising that they would be directed straight to the throne room of whoever was in charge. With his scouter out of commission though, he had no use in being 'taken aback' by the décor, only looking around to see if he could find anything suspicious of the area that stood out or that seemed dangerous. For the most part, it seemed like a normal room, but he was met with two unique figures, one standing beside him a few meters away and the other coming from the section behind the actual throne, introducing herself as Nozomi. As much as he figured it would have been rude, he still decided to say nothing, just standing there for a moment before giving a gentleman's bow and then becoming upright again. There was nothing he could say, the woman obviously already knowing his name and he wasn't one to do the whole cordial crap if it wasn't necessary.
Her uniform screamed familiar just like Rayner's though, which meant she was either donning herself as a fan of military heirarchy or she just really liked the fashion. In either case, she most likely meant business and he was in no mood to play 'fancy' in order to try and get what he needed. If she wanted him dead, what was the point anyway? He would simply wait in silence to hear what else she had to say to him, contemplating that saying less in this situation may have meant a whole lot more in the end. What did she know? How far did she know it? Was she aware of his current quest? Would she even reveal how she knew his name? He could perhaps find these out if he just remained patient, so he figured he would do so with his hands by his side, where they could be visible and cause the least suspicion. The last thing he wanted was for this woman to be overly cautious of him for no reason if she was actually a legitimate figure of authority. Who this other woman was standing beside him, he had no clue, but he figured that if she was in the same distance as him while coming from a portal as well, then she may have been in a similar position as him; either being a newcomer or a person Nozomi may have wanted dead. He was sure he would find out soon enough.