About 10 miles South of Melun, About 100 Miles South of Paris - France
When would the humans ever learn? Time after time the humans sent squads of their large danmaku shooters to try and stop her. In her approach north, Remilia had learned a few things from studying a map she found in a village she wrecked. She was currently somewhere in the center of France. The next large city she should hit would be Melun. Though she didn't remember much about it, Remilia had also noticed a name on the map while studying it. Paris. Surely, much like the rest of human technology and technique, the city must have also grown and matured. Remilia wondered just how large the city had gotten during her time gone. Even back before she had first set foot in Gensokyo, Paris had been a large city for the time.
Gliding over the ground at high speeds, Remilia thought back to what she had been thinking before her first encounter with the jets. She realized that she legitimatly did enjoy the destruction and killing she had been reaping across the French countryside. The empowerment was something she had missed back in Gensokyo, but why and how had she turned so calm in Gensokyo? Was it the fact that there were formiddible youkai that could challenge her? Perhaps, but probably not entirely.
*** "What a strange notion..." Remilia sighed as thoughts floated through her head.
It wasn't the first time Remilia had wondered about these things in the past week. During that time, she had killed nearly twice as many people as she had over the past year. The farther north she flew, the more people there were and more blood was spilled. Though Remilia didn't want to consider it, she started to fear that perhaps she was getting... tired of killing? Perhaps it was like that time back in Gesokyo that Remilia had ordered Sakuya to present cake at every meal after going through a particular cake frenzy. Though the idea seemed great at first and she had enjoyed it wholy for the first week, soon she had started to get tired of eating the same sugary confection three times a day, every day. Remilia had then realized the satisfaction that came with eating the cake came from eating it only on occasion. Whenever she would eat the cake, it would almost be like a highlight of her week. Perhaps she was experiencing something similar with the bloodshed?
Preposterous. Remilia shook her head. She was the Scarlet Devil. Men, women and children had all feared her alike before she had entered Gensokyo. She had killed hundreds over the course of a month on a regular basis. How could this be any different? At the same time, Remilia sensed deep down that she did know the answer to the question. She simply feared facing it. Was it pride? Ego? Perhaps just a break from the norm?
Shaking her head again, Remilia looked in front of her to see the outskirts of Melun approaching. The sun was at its high point of the day and its rays beating on Remilia's black wings was comforting. Remilia shook her head yet again, trying to expel unimportant thoughts from her head. There was a large town approaching in front of her and she knew what she had to do. Remilia narrowed her eyes as she again materialized her Gungnir in her right hand.
[IC] - All the World's a Game
04/27/2013, 05:52 PM #111
04/27/2013, 06:19 PM #112
Mima's Antique Shop-Japan
Mima noticed the fox looking at her with interest, probably trying to figure out what she was. Her feet formed back into a tail, and Mima simply floated behind the counter, counting the money in the register.
"I see you're wondering what I am, are you?" Mima said. "First, I'd be interested to know what you are, if you wouldn't mind."
The Inventory-Somewhere in New York
"I gotta ask Winslow, why is this place here in the first place, ze?" Marisa asked.
Winslow made a small smile at Marisa. "It's been a while since someone asked that. You may know the original story, as it was toldin the game that featured it. The purpose of it is the same, but the reasons behind have changed. When I came here, the Inventory came with me as well, which was good, considering. Since characters, such as the both of us have been discriminated, this place found it's niche as the place where it doesn't matter who or what you are, but a place where one can gamble, of course, but also relax, and have a general good time. This place has also found a purpose of having some of the more....interesting characters." Winslow said, his voice deepening at the end.
"Is that what you would call me, Winslow?" came a voice from above. Coming down from the ceiling was a large machine, with a large white head and one glowing, yellow eye.
"Yes, GLaDOs, it is. You see, nowhere else really has the space to fit characters such as our robotic friend here without possibly causing a fuss among the media types." Winslow replied.
"Otherwise, there would be a 89% percent chance that I would be kicked out of here." GLaDOs explained.
"How big is this place anyways? From what I've seen, it's a maze." Marisa asked.
"The Inventory is far larger in the inside than on the outside, on the outside, it's just the size of an apartment complex. On the inside, the Inventory is one of the largest places I have seen, and I can't even calculate it." GLaDOs said, almost worryingly.
Last edited by Koishi; 04/27/2013, 06:32 PM. Mima noticed the fox looking at her with interest, probably trying to figure out what she was. Her feet formed back into a tail, and Mima simply floated behind the counter, counting the money in the register.
"I see you're wondering what I am, are you?" Mima said. "First, I'd be interested to know what you are, if you wouldn't mind."
The Inventory-Somewhere in New York
"I gotta ask Winslow, why is this place here in the first place, ze?" Marisa asked.
Winslow made a small smile at Marisa. "It's been a while since someone asked that. You may know the original story, as it was toldin the game that featured it. The purpose of it is the same, but the reasons behind have changed. When I came here, the Inventory came with me as well, which was good, considering. Since characters, such as the both of us have been discriminated, this place found it's niche as the place where it doesn't matter who or what you are, but a place where one can gamble, of course, but also relax, and have a general good time. This place has also found a purpose of having some of the more....interesting characters." Winslow said, his voice deepening at the end.
"Is that what you would call me, Winslow?" came a voice from above. Coming down from the ceiling was a large machine, with a large white head and one glowing, yellow eye.
"Yes, GLaDOs, it is. You see, nowhere else really has the space to fit characters such as our robotic friend here without possibly causing a fuss among the media types." Winslow replied.
"Otherwise, there would be a 89% percent chance that I would be kicked out of here." GLaDOs explained.
"How big is this place anyways? From what I've seen, it's a maze." Marisa asked.
"The Inventory is far larger in the inside than on the outside, on the outside, it's just the size of an apartment complex. On the inside, the Inventory is one of the largest places I have seen, and I can't even calculate it." GLaDOs said, almost worryingly.
Sometimes when you're driving down a road, a bug hits your windshield. It's ugly and unpleasant, but you just activate the wipers / cleaning fluid and it's gone in a few seconds. It's just part of driving down the road. You don't dwell on it, because that'd be silly. Bugs aren't worth the time.
You just discard their guts and keep on driving.
04/27/2013, 06:36 PM #113
Antique Shop - Tokyo - Japan
"I see you're wondering what I am, are you?" Mima said. "First, I'd be interested to know what you are, if you wouldn't mind."
John glanced over toward the magician. He covertly looked the magician over, to not draw attention to himself.
From the top of her head, he saw a blue hat with a sun on it, green eyes, a blue dress, and...no legs?
Instead, what he saw was a wisp, a "tail".
(What the...I suppose it's a ghost?)
He had never seen a ghost before, but based on the stereotypical ghost, she would qualify as one.
John finally spoke, "I take it you're a ghost?"
Last edited by S121; 04/27/2013, 06:42 PM. "I see you're wondering what I am, are you?" Mima said. "First, I'd be interested to know what you are, if you wouldn't mind."
John glanced over toward the magician. He covertly looked the magician over, to not draw attention to himself.
From the top of her head, he saw a blue hat with a sun on it, green eyes, a blue dress, and...no legs?
Instead, what he saw was a wisp, a "tail".
(What the...I suppose it's a ghost?)
He had never seen a ghost before, but based on the stereotypical ghost, she would qualify as one.
John finally spoke, "I take it you're a ghost?"
Originally posted by S121
Every time I see a new post on the Forum, I feel like a little kid during Christmas, all giddy.
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04/27/2013, 06:41 PM #114
Mima's Antique Shop-Japan
The word ghost almost hurt. It was insulting, being called a mere ghost, and she hated the term.
"Spirit, not ghost. There's a difference, you know." Mima replied.
The word ghost almost hurt. It was insulting, being called a mere ghost, and she hated the term.
"Spirit, not ghost. There's a difference, you know." Mima replied.
Sometimes when you're driving down a road, a bug hits your windshield. It's ugly and unpleasant, but you just activate the wipers / cleaning fluid and it's gone in a few seconds. It's just part of driving down the road. You don't dwell on it, because that'd be silly. Bugs aren't worth the time.
You just discard their guts and keep on driving.
04/27/2013, 06:41 PM #115
(the speech method people are using seems nice, so (Blah blah blah) is thoughts and "Blah blah blah" is speech.)
Hidden Base, Antarctica
It had been two long years since the ARM Commander had transported from his world and became a part of this new and conflicting one. Two long, long years since he has seen a fellow ARM soldier, and thankfully, since he has seen a CORE unit too. Knowing the core they would likely try to take over the planet and suck it dry of its metals, intending to take over the galaxy once more, but it seems that he was the only Warrior left on this planet. Being a clone encased within a giant walking death machine didn't give the best impression to the Humans of this world, especially their military groups. He didn't blame them, of course. Almost immediately transporting over he got right into a battle with the last CORE commander (who was brought over with him) which had ended up destroying an entire forest in Central Canada. If it weren't for some of his "fans" explaining that he meant no harm, he would have been hunted down and striped of his Command Mech.
Two years later he had been offered every kind of deal by every nation on the planet to share the "Nanolith" technology that made both the ARM and CORE so disgustingly efficient, and deadly. He had politely refused each and every offer, stating that this technology might have constructive use in society, but in the wrong hands it could become an unstoppable weapon-creating force. This world did not need something like that, especially with so many greedy hands searching around for a better weapon than the others. Other "characters" were a different story. He had no idea what to think about them. Some he thought were OK, but others down-right infuriated him. Especially the "cliche villainous" types, they were just downright illogical. So to get away from all the greed and insanity, he set up a base in the Antarctic, where he could rest without annoyance, and to pass the time started supplying poor towns and cities with environment-friendly energy generators.
And it was all going so smoothly too...
(Well, isn't this a surprise) The Commander thought, watching two warning signals pop up over both France and Japan in his global display. It seems that some Wind generators he set up in those areas had been badly damaged. He brought up the video footage of the generators security cameras.
(OK. So who did it this time. It was probably some human terrori-) he never got to finish the thought.
Two characters, a little girl in a pink dress, and a bald man in office clothes were shown before him, both wreaking havoc and harming soldiers and civilians alike. The insane office worker showed no intent of killing anyone, just the creation of mindless chaos, but the little girl... she was a monster, destroying anything and everything in her path. Not letting any human or character survive. He had never seen such a slaughter since the CORE had unveiled their "KROGOTH" super mech that wiped out his entire base, and all of his troops.
"This..." the commander said to himself. "This is unacceptable!"
He brought up the coordinates for the girl's last known position, and readied a transportation VTOL for departure. He didn't know what he was up against, and he didn't know if he was ready enough to handle it, but he would sooner die than let some demonic little brat kill innocent civilians.
"Looks like retirement's over..." he said as he entered his Command Mech and attached it to the VTOL. The VTOL left the base at top speed, leaving a trail of vapor, and malice in its wake.
Last edited by topio1; 04/27/2013, 07:08 PM. Hidden Base, Antarctica
It had been two long years since the ARM Commander had transported from his world and became a part of this new and conflicting one. Two long, long years since he has seen a fellow ARM soldier, and thankfully, since he has seen a CORE unit too. Knowing the core they would likely try to take over the planet and suck it dry of its metals, intending to take over the galaxy once more, but it seems that he was the only Warrior left on this planet. Being a clone encased within a giant walking death machine didn't give the best impression to the Humans of this world, especially their military groups. He didn't blame them, of course. Almost immediately transporting over he got right into a battle with the last CORE commander (who was brought over with him) which had ended up destroying an entire forest in Central Canada. If it weren't for some of his "fans" explaining that he meant no harm, he would have been hunted down and striped of his Command Mech.
Two years later he had been offered every kind of deal by every nation on the planet to share the "Nanolith" technology that made both the ARM and CORE so disgustingly efficient, and deadly. He had politely refused each and every offer, stating that this technology might have constructive use in society, but in the wrong hands it could become an unstoppable weapon-creating force. This world did not need something like that, especially with so many greedy hands searching around for a better weapon than the others. Other "characters" were a different story. He had no idea what to think about them. Some he thought were OK, but others down-right infuriated him. Especially the "cliche villainous" types, they were just downright illogical. So to get away from all the greed and insanity, he set up a base in the Antarctic, where he could rest without annoyance, and to pass the time started supplying poor towns and cities with environment-friendly energy generators.
And it was all going so smoothly too...
(Well, isn't this a surprise) The Commander thought, watching two warning signals pop up over both France and Japan in his global display. It seems that some Wind generators he set up in those areas had been badly damaged. He brought up the video footage of the generators security cameras.
(OK. So who did it this time. It was probably some human terrori-) he never got to finish the thought.
Two characters, a little girl in a pink dress, and a bald man in office clothes were shown before him, both wreaking havoc and harming soldiers and civilians alike. The insane office worker showed no intent of killing anyone, just the creation of mindless chaos, but the little girl... she was a monster, destroying anything and everything in her path. Not letting any human or character survive. He had never seen such a slaughter since the CORE had unveiled their "KROGOTH" super mech that wiped out his entire base, and all of his troops.
"This..." the commander said to himself. "This is unacceptable!"
He brought up the coordinates for the girl's last known position, and readied a transportation VTOL for departure. He didn't know what he was up against, and he didn't know if he was ready enough to handle it, but he would sooner die than let some demonic little brat kill innocent civilians.
"Looks like retirement's over..." he said as he entered his Command Mech and attached it to the VTOL. The VTOL left the base at top speed, leaving a trail of vapor, and malice in its wake.
There is so much that I could put here but I'm just gonna do this...
04/27/2013, 06:50 PM #116
Kawaguchi District, Tokyo, Japan
Time: 3:35 PM (I think)
"Spirit, not ghost. There's a difference, you know." Yuuka heard Mima argue with John-117 as she browsed through Mima's shop. It was just an ordinary junkshop like Kourindou, with heaps of antiques that would probably never shine in the real world, acknowledged only by avid collectors.
One item caught Yuuka's eyes. It wasn't radiant, nor lackluster. It wasn't embellished, nor simple. It was something that seemed out of place... like a piece of Keystone.
"Hey, Mima." Yuuka asked Mima. "What is this Keystone doing in your shop?"
Time: 3:35 PM (I think)
"Spirit, not ghost. There's a difference, you know." Yuuka heard Mima argue with John-117 as she browsed through Mima's shop. It was just an ordinary junkshop like Kourindou, with heaps of antiques that would probably never shine in the real world, acknowledged only by avid collectors.
One item caught Yuuka's eyes. It wasn't radiant, nor lackluster. It wasn't embellished, nor simple. It was something that seemed out of place... like a piece of Keystone.
"Hey, Mima." Yuuka asked Mima. "What is this Keystone doing in your shop?"
04/27/2013, 06:54 PM #117
Antique Shop - Tokyo - Japan
"Spirit, not ghost. There's a difference, you know."
John wasn't the social type, but by the way this gho- ... person reacted to what he said, he might have offended her.
"Umm..."
He was really close to saying, "What's the difference?", but that might have made things worse. He new that she had information regarding the Neo-Yakuza, so the last thing he wanted was to be on her bad side.
Carefully choosing his next words, he said, "Sorry. It's just that I am not familiar with supernatural beings... Can you explain what a spirit is?"
Last edited by S121; 04/27/2013, 06:57 PM. "Spirit, not ghost. There's a difference, you know."
John wasn't the social type, but by the way this gho- ... person reacted to what he said, he might have offended her.
"Umm..."
He was really close to saying, "What's the difference?", but that might have made things worse. He new that she had information regarding the Neo-Yakuza, so the last thing he wanted was to be on her bad side.
Carefully choosing his next words, he said, "Sorry. It's just that I am not familiar with supernatural beings... Can you explain what a spirit is?"
Originally posted by S121
Every time I see a new post on the Forum, I feel like a little kid during Christmas, all giddy.
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04/27/2013, 07:05 PM #118
Mima's Antique Shop
Mima looked over to the rock that Yuuka mentioned, and went over, and picked it up. "What about it? Tenshi made it for me."
"And to answer your question, big guy, A spirit has a lot most intelligence than a mere ghost. Ghost are just reflections of the past." Mima explained.
Mima looked over to the rock that Yuuka mentioned, and went over, and picked it up. "What about it? Tenshi made it for me."
"And to answer your question, big guy, A spirit has a lot most intelligence than a mere ghost. Ghost are just reflections of the past." Mima explained.
Sometimes when you're driving down a road, a bug hits your windshield. It's ugly and unpleasant, but you just activate the wipers / cleaning fluid and it's gone in a few seconds. It's just part of driving down the road. You don't dwell on it, because that'd be silly. Bugs aren't worth the time.
You just discard their guts and keep on driving.
04/27/2013, 07:13 PM #119
Antique Shop - Tokyo - Japan
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"I supposed you were some kind of spirit, ghosts are only remnants of what a person left behind. That energy around you is strong, I guess you are indeed a powerful being" Renamon said as the spirit went back to the counter.
To answer the female spirit´s question, The fox said Im a what humans call a digimon, the creatures like me live in the Digital World, what humans see as codes in their computers in fact is our world, there are many species of us with different characteristics such as physical, mechanical and magical, In my case I come from the spirits of nature and the soldiers of nightmares. There are ghosts and spirits in what was my world too.". The vixen explained to the green-haired spirit while making a little purple fire ball at the palm of her paw.
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"I supposed you were some kind of spirit, ghosts are only remnants of what a person left behind. That energy around you is strong, I guess you are indeed a powerful being" Renamon said as the spirit went back to the counter.
To answer the female spirit´s question, The fox said Im a what humans call a digimon, the creatures like me live in the Digital World, what humans see as codes in their computers in fact is our world, there are many species of us with different characteristics such as physical, mechanical and magical, In my case I come from the spirits of nature and the soldiers of nightmares. There are ghosts and spirits in what was my world too.". The vixen explained to the green-haired spirit while making a little purple fire ball at the palm of her paw.
Have you ever crossed the line between sanity and madness? You would be amazed by what lies beyond the fog..
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04/27/2013, 07:20 PM #120
Antique Shop - Tokyo - Japan
As far as John could tell, this was just a normal, boring antique store. Getting bored, he decided to ask a question.
"So... do you sell any items of particular interest?"
As far as John could tell, this was just a normal, boring antique store. Getting bored, he decided to ask a question.
"So... do you sell any items of particular interest?"
Originally posted by S121
Every time I see a new post on the Forum, I feel like a little kid during Christmas, all giddy.
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