forum Interdemensional RP!

Started March 09, 2018 by shurikenwolfbadass_13

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"No problemo, Lucy." Odette grinned at her, "If you don't mind though, I'd like to see this sonic transporter thingy - it sounds cool."

Lucy looked between Robin and Odette, smiling lightly. “I could use the help. Not quite sure what’s wrong with him, so I could use the extra ideas.”
Her head snapped towards Maroon upon hearing him. She reached down and adjusted the volume, turning it up a few levels.

"I-I really don't know that much about magic, I just talk to animals…" Robin's face flushed a bit as he looked away. Why had he thought he could be helpful? He had no idea what he was doing

Odette hummed in agreement, not ready yet to reveal her powers.

Lucy patted Robin’s shoulder in a comforting way. “Don’t worry about it, Robin. That’s actually really cool, I’d rather have those abilities than what I have.”
She pushed the wheel chair, maintaining a decent pace.

Finally, the group reached the sonic transporter and Odette turned to Lucy for further instructions, as did Robin.

Lucy took the instruction sheet from her back pocket and read over the remaining bit. “Okay.. All we should do know is get him in, put in these certain coordinates, and then we should be where we need to go from there.”
She pushed the wheel chair further, into the sonic transporter.

Odette followed her in, marvelling at how spacious the transporter was. Similar to her bag, the interior was much larger than its outer appearance.

Lucy shut the door behind them. She moved away from the wheel chair and to the controls. She glanced between the paper and the controls. She typed in the coordinates and pressed a seperate button. The room seemed to lurch sharply, and she stumbled, her bag falling to the floor. Her spell book, container of pills, various herbs and tubes filled with color liquids tumbled onto the floor. She cursed sharply and got on her knees, scrambling to collect the items.

Bennett started to help her pick them up.
"You good?" He said.

“Yes, yes, I’m okay. Thank you,” she responded quickly and took the things from him, stuffing them back into her satchel. Lucy exhaled sharply, brushing hair from her eyes. She leaned against a wall, arms folded across her chest. “Does anyone know how long this usually takes?”

"There are lots of things I know." Bennett says. "But this isn't one of them. Sadly." He finishes, looking at the group siderlong.

Lucy’s nose wrinkled and she noded slowly. She leaned her head back against the cold metal wall, exhaling slowly. This was insane to her. She had moved from her old home to get away from the mayhem, but it seemed as if that was impossible.

Bennett looked at her.
"I'll be real with you here, I haven't seen a witch like you in ages. They're usually just charlatans using crystal balls and Tarot cards, who've probably never seen a Book of Shadows or a pentagram before "

"It's refreshing to see a real one."

Maroon was burning. His arms were covered in flames as he faced his younger self.
"Who are you?" the voice hurt Maroon's head, ringing in his ears, refusing to go away.
"I'm dead."
"Why?"
"Because of you."
"What did I do?"
Maroon gestured to the flames that surrounded them, "This."
"Why?"
"Who knows." he could feel the flames crawling up his spine, and then, nothing.
He was immersed in a sea of red. Drowning in the nothingness. Drowning in his blood. Burning in the heat. And through it all, one steady beat. His headphones. Not his heart. Maroon willed his heart to keep going. He raked his fingernails through the soft skin of his wrist. There was a wound, but no blood came out. He was a boy made out of flesh and bones and muscle. But not blood. No blood. No life. His existence was fading away. He screamed, but no sound came out. He was a boy made out of flesh and bones and muscle. But no blood. No life. He didn't exist. He was never supposed to.

“Oh really?” She questioned, her tone curious. “Where I come from, there were many real witches, but not so many anymore due to the government. They say we all do dark magic, but I haven’t even looked at the section in my spell book.”
She shrugs her shoulders and sets the two satchels down by her feet.

Robin had tumbled to the floor and was now pressing himself to the corner of the transporter, trying not to have a panic attack. His breathing was shallow and quick, his heart pounding. How were these people so calm?

"That about sums up witch stereotypes for you." Bennett says. "I find that most witches are rest people." He says, remembering the witches he'd come across a year ago.

Robin looked around at the others, lightheaded and anxious. "H-how long do we have to be in here?" The machine lurched again and he shrunk back against the wall, trembling

“Well, it’s great to know that someone understands,” Lucy said, smiling. She looked toward Robin and her smile vanished slowly. She pushed off the wall, taking up her satchel and crouching in front of him. “It shouldn’t be much longer, okay? I could give you something to take, it helps to calm others.”

"Okay…" He really did hope that they were out of here soon. The lurching made him feel as though the machine would crash or something, like it was unstable.

Lucy opened her satchel and dug through it for a moment. She then took out a small, glass test tube, a deep purple colored liquid inside. She holds it out, saying, “Here, take this. It doesn’t taste the best, but it helps, trust me.”

Robin gingerly took the vial, inspecting it. "Thanks." He quickly drank the potion and handed her back the vial. It tasted vaguely like bad grape flavored medicine.