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((Right. Hello all. This is basically a rp of somewhat chaotic and ...lively nature. Some of you might have seen in it in the Looking for Rp forums. For the rest, it's set in a modern setting, in an undefined year. Supernatural characters are accepted (yeah!). It can also, with a turn of events, lead a more fantasy or historical setting. Any race/species goes.))

Lanthe

((1st Pov...this is prone to change.))

Until the part of the exploding coffins, I was having a good time.

Okay, so I wasn't actually having a good time at the funeral, but it sure beat running away from crazed bloodsuckers who certainly did NOT sparkle and who used oak coffin lids as their deadly weapons. Well, that and their fangs. And their arms. And their claws. And a shotgun, too. (Actually, how in the world did that particular vampire manage to hide it? In a funeral?)

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Ahem. Let me introduce myself.

My name is Lanthe.

Before I start indulging you with this tale, let's get our facts strait, alright?

I'm NOT a pink weirdo mutant anthromoporfic fox with an unicorn horn and who happens to go be in love with the giant hamster next door, okay?

I'm NOT a bipolar half angel half demon bloke who can't just decide between going on a killing spree through the city or cry in a corner because nobody likes it and he's going to kill himself and then he stands up and starts dancing in heaven because his weirdo friend finally stopped the evil monster while he was snivelling, okay?

And I'm certainly NOT your average stupid knight in shiny armor with a shiny sword and a shiny helmet who likes to prance around in his shiny horse and get shinily beat to death by the troll who saw him shine through the night like fireworks.

This is not your average fairy tale
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Nobody lives happily ever after. (Or Hereafter. You never know.)

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All right, so I was a little off here. Well, have you ever been chased by a mob of vampires in funeral clothes? No? Believe me, it can do something to your nerves*

Let's start over.

My name is Lanthe.

I'm a couple of millenia years old.

Until a few minutes ago, I was having a particularly boring time observing the movements of Mr A.J. Loomer and his humongous family.

The graveyard was modern, uninspiring, faminous for the dark. Not for the money, though. Well behaved shadows creeped along slabs of stone, set in an ordered fashion across the ground. All in a neat way, with all the tombstones lined up in lines of ten, with no trees in sight, with no crypts seen, nor odd noises heard.

I hate places like this. Not one place to hide as a spider. Not one tree to perch as a raven. Nothing of animal and largely more inconspicious use to me.

So I chose a human form, the one of an elderly widow in a black gown and veil. Very nicely done, with the small time I had: it was slightly, in an elegant way, tattered, with a spider pattern, black lace, a crumbled black hat and everything.**


And so the old widow started crying near her fallen husband's grave while paying a beady eye to the funeral on the left.


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You know, its unfair when the priest is in it, too!

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Mr. A.J. Loomer and his numerous aunts, uncles, cousins and offspring turned out to be vampires (along with the freaking shotgun wielding priest. I mean, seriously? ).

I can't say I was suprised by the rest of the vampires. Not when Loomer saw through the veil. Not when he took out the Bell.

He was trying to finish the Ritual in time, of course. Honestly, all this zombie-vampire scene was bad for the business: it had to be inhumed before anything more ridiculous happened: my plans would probably not proceed well if I had a vampire knocking on my door every thursday, asking for brains and stake through the heart. Besides, I hate zombies. They were unhigienic.

So the old widow threw down her veil, revealing her now featureless face , and her battered old hands shifted into extremely sharpened claws. This could get rather interesting.

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It did not get rather interesting. In fact, it went rather badly.

And so, as the half morphed gargoyle - with the black hat still on- ran away from the incredibly numerous vampires, dodging bullets or claws and ocasionally ripping an undead in half, the bloodsuckers ran after me. Specially the priest.

And as they circled on me, as if written by the hand of a bad novelist, something incredible happened.

The darkness convulted on the gargoyle, it grinned, showing its stone teeth and even giving a little wave. "Au Revoir, suckers!"

I was being Summoned.

Now THIS could get interesting. No, really.

The little fool who called me would be in trouble. Big trouble.

*Not that I was scared , mind. Just a little worried, that's all.

**The veil was heavily dark, too. I hadn't had the time to create a proper humanlike person: I couldn't afford to let Mr A.J. Loomer see the noseless, earless, mouthless face nor the beady eyes, either.

"Don't ya assbags e'r give up?" Revy commented, crossing her arms in a pout, defiant even with the numerous weapons levelled at her by the gang of hunters that surrounded her. She'd been lead there, she knew, but it didn't matter, because they were barely a threat and they didn't know it yet. "The boss sends his regards," the one that seemed to be playing leader stated, waving his shotgun in her face, "but he can't have no little girls making a fool out of him." Idiot was probably waiting to pump the gun for all the dramatic effect and whatnot, but none of the threats made her flinch.

They did, however, make her smile, right before she disappeared. Before any of them could react, one of the goons stumbled then grunted, his weapon disappearing from his hands in a flash of motion as he doubled over. His head disappeared as several of the twitchy hunters fired at once before the apparent leader could stop them. Revy could have easily knee-capped every nitwit here in less time than it'd take for them to register it, but that wan't no fun.

Instead, she Jumped a good distance away behind an abandoned dumpster, and began concentrating. The abstract tattoo on her back began to glow and shift, trendals reaching out from the epicenter and up her outstretched arms, clawing across her face as she began channeling powers beyond human comprehension. The air rippled, and the Chaos Mistress began laughing maniacally as her body filled with power, as unconstrained and wild as a newborn star. Finally, before madness descended to Earth, she cried out as several of the woefully-belated hunters opened fire "Yes, YES! WELCOME TO THE RAVE, BITCHES!!"

And then Reality - yes, with a capital 'R' - went on a coffee break.

A visible bubble of energy ballooned around her, swallowing up everything in its wake. The air rippled as the laws of physics and nature were brutally booted from existence and the door shut and locked quite tightly. Deadly, high-velocity chunks of lead abruptly turned to marshmallows as the mechanisms jammed, having been turned into Pixie Stix. Someone's leather glove abruptly shifted sideways, replaced with a glove made from poison ivy leaves.

One of the goons tried to bumrush Revy, only to find that his knife had become a living snake. Another was spontaneously turned into a bunny; coincidentally, yet another was polymorphed into a hound, with predictable results from both transformations. A gateway opened above a parked car - something that hadn't happened before, but anything was possible with this sort of magic - but Revy was too preoccupied trying to prod the storm to her bidding to really notice if anything smaller than an elephant tumbled through. That, and to make sure she shut down this crazy train before it went further out of control than she liked.

(Would anyone mind if I have this reality mess also grab Glaceia and plop her onto the scene? Would be the easiest way to explain how she got there.)

Lanthe

The half morphed gargoyle landed heavily on a half turned car, as I felt the wirlwind of pure magic surround me. Okay, so this was new. No, really. And very bad indeed.

I might have forgotten to mention it, but yours truly HAD a plan to escape from an army of psychopaths. I could have liquidated all them... sort of. It involved carnivorous books and weirdo gladiators from ancient rome. But the point is, I went with the flow. Therefor my little au revoir and everything.

Okay, I thought to myself, as I stood up with a heavy heave and looked at my surroundings, and made The List.

Teleported, when you're generally imune to it? Check. Bad.

Bunch of weirdos totally missing the point of using the shotgun being turned into rabits, lamposts and jellybeans? Check. Bad.

Psychopathic kid laughing her head off?* Check. Bad.

That same girl with a "magical tatoo" that's causing all this chaos . Check. BAD.

So, with a resignated sigh, I flexed my wings and got of the car. Now then. Let's get this over with.

*Not literally, mind. For now.

(I'll join in once Lanthe and Revy have had a chance to talk.)

** sorry this took so long. crazy week last week and all @__@ Also, don't worry about it - I'm kind of a perfectionist with my posts, but I don't expect everyone else to be **

Most of the goons were finally getting it through their thick skulls that this wasn't a great idea, but there were a few that continued trying to get to Revy to do bad things to her. Thankfully, between the pure chaos going on and everything in-between, this goal was becoming increasingly difficult. It was also becoming hard for her to hold onto the conduit that allowed her to make Reality her bitch, and the shaking in her arms and sweat dripping from her brow were indicators of such.

About then, the bubble began to falter and wobble, like a giant, living beanbag chair suspended in midair. Still, the effect was beginning to wear upon the remaining hunters, one of which had been rendered completely useless as he huddled into a fetal position, babbling incoherently. The rest began a hasty retreat - one in-particular simply stating "**** this", tossed his weapon down, and ran - when something landed on a nearby car roof from the portal that had opened above, which was beginning to close along with the bubble.

Some figure started to rise from the rubble of the ruined vehicle, but Revy's eyes were losing their focus, her bubble of chaos wildly flexing now as if threatening to splatter everything around her in loonyness. With the last of the (coherent and still sane) hunters beating feet rapidly away, Revy finally dropped the bubble, and Reality returned, wondering who'd been filing through its drawers, munching its snacks, and playing with its computer. She, on the other hand, fell to her knees, ragged breaths and trying to organize her thoughts back into something resembling a meager portion of sanity.

With some strength returning to her body and curiosity beginning to nag at her, she peered up, noting the... thing that had been on the car. Her tattoo burned like a really bad itch, but for now she ignored that, adrenaline eking out the last few bits of juice before it ran dry as she noted that it was quite large. And winged. And beady-eyed. And not fluffy at all. Then again, everything was returning to "normal", so most of the cars weren't warped or altered, or were turning back by now.

And maybe it was her imagination, but it didn't look too happy to be here. Gulping down some suspicions that she'd released a hellbeast or something equally-terrible into this world, the mad Traveler worked up the courage for something resembling an introduction. "Er... hi thar."

Well, worse things have been said at first meetings, but it was still rather underwhelming.

The stone gargoyle walked slowly, the long claws in its feet making lines on the already not so well street.

And here is what I saw, as I stopped in my tracks, growling with a ...well, a rather un-stony growl. It was not the growl that wolves did. It was not the growl that lions did. It was not the growl that tigres did. No. It was the growl of a seriously pissed off - fire breathing, club shaking, footheaving, headsmashing pissed off- giant who could afford to hire dragons.

I didn't do anything to stop them. Or her.

Instead, I watched the mooks -and they WERE mooks , the kind of mook that gets beaten to a pulp in the third minute of the movie by the hero with a trenchcoat and a XM214 Microgun, and has no aim at all - getting truly their ass kicked by the punk chick.

I was curious. I mean, in the end, if we avoided all the minor -hah - annoyances, this was actually proving quite interesting. I just wish I had taken some popcorn.

I was curious, but I was also angry. Quite angry. The punk chick completely ruined my plan to catch all those vampires in the act, and destroying them for good.

But, ya know, live and let live.

Or...live and let die. I quite liked the sound of that.

The stone gargoyle hit a mook that advanced towards it with a manypound stone fist , yelling in terror,* his eyes white with fright. Oh, come on. They should just see my deluxe Gagol.

Then I turned to the girl, and the gargoyle eyed her with a mendicant stare. I chose a carefully misleading voice, the kind of voice that you would hear when getting hit by tomatoes and rotten fruit.

"Hello there, punk chick." I preened (with a certain stony edge to it), as if the whole sentence could be translated as "vermin". What? I always do love an edge of flair. "Well isn't this rather nice. Scratch that, it isn't. I'd ask if you were all right, but, oh, wait, you won't be! Open that portal again. Open it NOW."


*The mook was yelling in terror. Not me. Obviously.

Yes, definitely in a bad mood. Revy *meep!*ed, retreating quickly until head barely stuck up over the car she was sheltering behind. If she It took a minute or so before she responded shakily with the bad news.

"W-well, that m-m-might be-be a bituva problem... 'Cause that's ne'r really happen before, an' I ain't entirely sure how ta do it twice..." After a pregnant pause in the conversation, Revy quickly added "Sorry 'bout that, mista'..."

Of course, she wasn't entirely idle. The girl was already scoping out points to Travel to the moment this turned ugly, and it was going to turn ugly, no doubt about that. But for now she perked up a little until she could see over the car again, somewhat wishing she hadn't. "B-b-but at least them nasty huntas are gone now!"

Mentally the young lady did note the one that had been punched as well as the still-insane fiend down in front, also noting the twisted fashion in which the corpse now laid, like the poor bastard had an intimate encounter with a speeding semi. Certainly something to avoid if she could help it.

I glanced at her, raising a stony eyebrow. " Why on earth should I care about them, huh? No. You made me loose a lot of time and money. " I muttered, going around the car in a gently arrogant manner, my claws digging deep in the street.

In fact, I was quite...suprised by all this. I was naturally imune to magic, teleporting or all that nonsense, at least on a small scale. And this was NOT a small scale.

While I talked and threatened, I knew she couldn't do anything, even teleporting, to me again. Pity. Because that's the thing with strong magic, and e moi. If it ever affects me, it only affects me once. Well, most of it, anyways.

The teleporting also had filled me with...adrenaline. Yes. That is right. Adrenaline. Strength. Like Ambrosia, only a hund- okay, ten times stronger.

If I wanted, I could have Shifted into something terrible. Right then, I had no restrictions. No boundaries.

Well, ya know what?

With my luck, it ended as soon as it came. Suddenly, I wasn't feeling so complacent. Suddenly, the gargoyle opened its stone eyes and glanced back at the broken man. Oh. That was interesting. Maybe I had exagerated a tiny bit.

Blame the Adrenaline.

But as soon as the thing went, my dulled senses flashed again. My obviously incredible mind realized something. Suddenly, I noticed something really, really, really ...awkward.

We were in America?!

(Hey Caustic, would it be possible for Glaceia to arrive in a late burst of her improbability. I mean it would be improbable for that to happen so maybe it would work? If not, I'll just figure out another way for her to get there.)

** I have no qualms against that. Could be handwaved as lingering effects XP **

While the stone-hellbeast-thing was prodding about, possibly muttering angrily to itself (although that could have been the voices in her head), Revy was busy making sure that the overturned vehicle was between it and her at any given moment. It wasn't much of a barrier, but it was something, at least psychologically-so.

She could see how the thing might blame her, but then again it wasn't entirely her fault either; chaos was like this, ebbing and flowing at its whim. The best she could hope to do is direct it, and hold it back from going haywire - like it almost had today. Losing herself to the madness was a worse fate than for most others, even the poor sap that was still alive on the ground. Revy actually felt bad for the hunters, if only because, despite their want for her head, the idiots didn't know what they were paid to go up against. A Harbinger of Chaos is not a creature to take lightly.

Peering over her unprotective barrier, she noticed a change in attitude of the thing, that instead of prodding and morose, it now looked almost... confused. Stuck between wanting to respond and wanting to leave all her bodily organs where they belonged, Curiosity once more won its competition with Caution, and the young lady once more initiated conversation. As soon as she'd moved behind a different flipped car. "Uh... 's ev'ything less-than-bad over thar, mister?"

There was more than one weapon laid scattered about within grabbing distance, but Revy hadn't dared reach for them; she'd seen more than enough movies that proved such things were reliably useless in such situations. That, and it hadn't actually crossed her mind yet, though she still clung to the shotgun that she'd taken off the lead hunter's hands. A quick check showed it only had four shells in it, and they were buckshot - not great against a heavily-armored target. Like, say, an enraged hellbeast that wanted to scoop out her eyes and dine upon her entrails.

Probably in her best interest not to further annoy the large, walking monstrosity with wings and claws and bone armor or whatever that was.

My senses snapped into function for the first time in the last hour (What? I don't like zombies. Very unhigienic, they are .) and realized the situation I was in.

Okay. She had a shotgun. Another shotgun. What was the problem of these people with shotguns?

Things were not going well for me today.

But still, I decided to give her a hint.

"Look, dear. Point that at me and I swear to Go- ah, to me, that I'll throw you off the Himalayas. With an anchor tied to your left foot. Scratch that, an elephant. " I pointed out pratically, as I advanced towards her. Okay, not the most terrible of my threats, but I didn't want to get to graphic now. Curiousity toppled my anger, running it over with a buldozer and sending it sulking back to another part of my mind. (The anger sulked as it ran away, but it still had plans. Plans, I tell you.)

I tilted my head, baring my teeth, and stopped in my tracks.

"I made up my mind, O Mortal. I'm giving you a chance. A friendly one. Riddle me this, O Punk Chick of Unstylish clothes. Are we currently in America?"

Glaceia had been minding her own business playing in a flower field in the 1200s when suddenly she was a bright light, too bright actually. However she didn't even have time to cover her eyes when she was suddenly sucked into the light leaving not a single trace of the ghostly child behind.

Glaceia wouldn't even have enough time to think about what had happened before the same light appeared in in more modern times and she was ejected face first into the ground. The light meanwhile had faded away before it's ethereal passenger had even hit the ground. The ghostly child's arrival truly made a bizarre situation even more bizarre as now in addition to the unknown demon like male and the harbinger of chaos, they had an angelic like ghost with way more power then what any child of her age should ever have. Unfortunately the other two beings were about to be treated to a demonstration of that power for as Glaceia moved into a seated position she started to cry about having been dumped into the dirt and her crying was never a good thing. For as soon as the first tear formed, a 30 mph wind struck up and it started snowing reasonably hard as the temperature plummeted to be about 27 degrees Fahrenheit. Yep normality had exited stage left for the foreseeable future with no idea of when it would once again take center stage.

Luckily for everyone else, Glaceia wasn't too upset so they had dodged blizzard conditions. Of course they had no way of knowing about this silver lining as the sudden weather change would still likely to be considered to be rather miserable as no one was likely to be dressed in snow gear. Well one thing was certain, no one would ever accuse today of being boring assuming they lived past it that is.

It didn't take much to notice the new uninvited guest to this party, what with the sudden temperature drop and a stiff breeze whipping through from out of nowhere. Revy barely had time to register the new occupant - certainly not enough to give a proper response to the hellbeast's inquiry - before chills did laps up and down her spine, making her slink behind what cover the overturned vehicle provided.

Beneath the twisting air's banshee howls was a different sort of howling; the sniffles and wails of a child could be heard over the whistling winds. The young chaos mage's mind-eye searched for the newcomer, but for some reason while the hellbeast was clear as day, the newest arrival was simply not registering. That... that was odd. Certainly nearly as much as her display of wielded chaos energy, though perhaps only on-par with the mysterious gate's appearance.

The harbinger's mind began to turn as the steel grew quite chilly across her back. That new problem only started when the girl passed through. But the passage should have been closed! How did she--

But that was not the immediate problem - freezing to death, however, was high on her list. Recalling where the portal had been, Revy Jumped to the car nearest to that area. On an average day, coming across a ghost, especially a child one, would have rattled even Revy's well-tempered nerves (how else could she stay [mostly] sane, being what she was?). However, right now it was just one more oddity on the list. By this point the young lady's teeth were chattering as she rubbed her hands together, trying to stay moderately warm in the freezing air as she tried to address the wailing poltergeist kid.

"H-hey t-th-there," she attempted through spasming shudders, as the feeling started to dwindle from her extremities, "d-d-d'ya th-think ya c-c-can-n st-stawp tha-that? It's-s-s t-to-too c-cold fer this-s time'a sea-eason. P-pl-please..."

Her mind grinding to a halt, she managed to get one more thing out before her cold spasms forced her to concentrate upon finding a warmer spot: "I-I'll give ya a-a cookie..."

I could have killed the chaos manipulator. I really could. A part of me inched to pick up the car and throw it to her face for all the money she made me lose (a.k.a ten thousand pounds.)

But...my slightly stunned mind woke up with the cold, and I realized what I had done in the last half an hour. I was loosing to cliché! No! That was something that I couldn't do! I mean, sure, I like tradition, but like hell if I was going to murder her right then. Of course not! I'd kill her later. Slowly.

I also realized how terribly inconspicious I was being. Seriously? Me, the trickster of Council, the lier, the con demon who stole five million dollars from the Bank ? The side effects of taking such a shape.

I composed myself with the dignity that an eight feet stone creature with horns could manage. Now, this would pass. I had cleared my brilliant mind. Now I only had to deal with the bodies and the Punk C-

Well, how very delicious.

First ,a psycho screaming "WELCOME TO THE RAVE, BITCHES!" , and now a little ghost girl who had temper issues. Well done. Well done indeed, Ms Punk Chick.

The actual cold affected me less than most mortals, but I didn't decide to tempt fate for no particular reason.* The hellbeast shrunk, its snout alongating, its fur growing into a brownish pelt, and its eyes, once stoneish and lifeless, were now yellow and bright.

The wolf tilted his head, and ran/jumped towards the two. It was NOT wagging its tale, I can tell you that.

"Look, kiddo, stop that, alright? " I said dryly as I arrived by the overturned cars and next to the ghost girl, eyeing her pointedly. It didn't work.The wolf gave a slight growl.

"Ah...yeah, we'll give you a cookie! " Nope.

My patience run out. My day had been a wrong turn of events after another, and now The Phantom Brat was causing the effing Phantom blizzard. Now I had to deal with two mad humans -this term vaguely applying to the second- who just insisted on causing mass destruction! Honestly, what was it with this people?

"My young miss, if you don't behave this minute I will give you such a smack!" The wolf growled next to the girl, and his eyes looked like they meant it.


*Monstrous forms like that weren't very likely to help the girl's temper, either. I mean, she was a ghost, for Go- for my sake!

Glaceia didn't stop crying at first which meant that the cold weather raged on. Luckily for everyone involved however, Revy had said the magic phrase for children of her age. "Coo-kie? *Glaceia can has Cookie?" Apparently the idea of getting a cookie was enough to cheer up the ghost as the wind slowly died down, the snow stopped falling and the temperature started to return to normal. Then even as things started to become a little more normal, the child was making grabby hands toward Revy and saying, "Cookie, Cookie!" This sudden reversal would give the impression that her power was linked to her mood which was indeed the case.

Yet despite the promise of a cookie, Revy didn't manage to keep the child's attention for more then a minute before she noticed the now wolf shaped Lanthe. If there were any breaths being hold out of fear she would start crying again at the big bad wolf, they were quickly released. For instead of being scared of Lanthe, she reacted in the complete opposite way. "Doggy! Me want to play with doggy!" She then stood up and attempted to hug Lanthe around the neck while saying this like. "Nice doggy, nice doggy, so fluffy!" If she did succeed in hugging him, he would notice that while her touch held no warmth, it wasn't particularly cold either, instead the best way to describe it was cool. However her behavior thus far made it pretty apparent that for everything unusual about the new arrival, she was still a young child inside and out.

By now the temperature had returned to what it had been before her arrival and the snow was melting all around them. For now at least it appeared that no one was in danger of dying a frigid death. Of course whether is stayed that way was anyone's guess.

I froze in my tracks, giving the chaos manipulator a look of horror, as the kid hugged me. She actually hugged me. Argh.

Finding myself contemplating how the hell could she hug me when she was a ghost, I also examined her for a minute, avaluating her age in around five or six. Well, the kids I knew didn't hug giant wolves, but that's just me. I also knew, very well, that kids her age didn't lisp like that.

Still, it was better than letting her freeze the whole town over. Emotional linkage, it rarely ended well.

She hugged me!

Resisting the urge to bite her head off (although this wouldn't work... but I knew how to deal with ghosts) I glared at the punk chick.

"Don't you dare say heel."

Then the wolf took a step backwards and eyed the girl indolently, still resisting the urge to bite her head off...