New World {Multiverse RP}

[Elite]

(( For more information regarding this roleplay, please refer to the OOC version of this thread over here. ))

Chikane didn’t want to open her eyes. She had been lying there, awake, in this unfamiliar place for some time now, but she dared not open them. The burn of sunlight against her eyelids was already intense enough. She nuzzled her head down into thick grass, not caring about the dirt that stained her face or the bugs that might crawl into her lustrous black hair. Just as long as she could get away from the light.

She took a deep breath, letting everything sink in. The fresh, earthy scent she inhaled made it obvious that this wasn’t the soon-to-be hell-ravaged land of Mahoroba she once lived in, though she wasn’t fazed. In the short time that had passed since she was awakened as the Lunar Priestess, she had already become used to being in foreign realms and illusions that imitated them. This was normal, or at least, not abnormal. Even to an ordinary earthling, though, it was difficult to call this place strange. The sounds of rustling leaves and lapping waves that came with each passing breeze should have only been foreign to those trapped in the concrete jungles of the city. Not that Chikane could actually see anything out of the ordinary; her eyes were shut tight as she still preferred her world to be enveloped in darkness. It wasn’t until she felt a slight rumbling from the earth that she slowly stood up and opened her eyes.

Everything was so bright.

It was just as she imagined it to be. A lush grassland stretched as far as the eye could see, cut off only by a dense forest in the distance and the sparse dotting of trees here and there. There was also a lake, crystalline and blue, similar to the eyes of the girl who gazed upon it. The sunlight that reflected off it was blinding. Chikane had half the mind to just shut her eyes and never open them again until she felt another rumbling from beneath her, this time stronger. Come to think of it, it didn’t look like there was anything to cause it. Could it have been an earthquake? They certainly were a common occurrence, back in Japan. Was she even in Japan anymore?

As the rumbling subsided, so did her curiosity of its cause. It probably was just a little quake, Chikane reasoned. There was no use wasting time worrying about it, anyways. These days, the girl hardly worried about anything; it all would’ve been gone soon enough.

With the quake soon pushed out of her thoughts, she turned her gaze up to the cloudless blue sky. It almost made her want to cry. Tonight was the night the black moon should have risen, the night she should have died. And yet here she was, stuck in a land she once would have called paradise. While her world was supposed to be in ruins, these stupid dandelions and such still sprouted up. The lake insisted on being dazzling, and the warm air just had to be disgustingly sweet.

The brilliance of it all gave Chikane a migraine.

She glared at the earth beneath her as she stepped on a flower and grounded it under her zouri. Or Himeko’s zouri, rather; Chikane stopped as soon as she remembered the sandals’ true owner. By then, they had already become stained with yellow and green, their original red color now completely muddied. A wave of guilt churned her stomach at that.

That’s right, these weren’t even her clothes. The red miko garb that she had dirtied with sweat and soil and dew rightfully belonged to the Solar Priestess, Chikane‘s beloved executioner. Would Himeko be sad if she saw this? Chikane mused. She had already made her counterpart’s life a living hell, would a little dirt on her clothes really make things any worse? Even though she grinned a bit, reassuring herself that this was furthering her plan, it didn’t stop the pang in Chikane’s chest from telling her it was wrong. It was the same pang she felt when she first met Himeko. The pang she felt when she remembered how she killed Himeko in her past life. Chikane clutched her chest, as if that would soothe the pain. It didn’t, but she endured it nonetheless. Such was the destiny of the Lunar Priestess.

Distracted by her thoughts, Chikane at first didn’t notice that a third rumbling shook the ground. It began subtly, but quickly grew into a large tremor, so much so that you could literally see the earth vibrating and hear a muffled roar. Chikane even let out a surprised gasp and stumbled a bit, knocked off balance from its force. Then she felt something strange, as if something were moving-- slithering-- beneath her. She thought it was only the quaking ground, but just yards away from her, large fragments of earth splintered up, sending debris and dust into the heavens. Chikane shut her eyes and put her arms in front of her face as some defense, though the careening rock shards inevitably cut through her skin and robes, staining them with fresh blood. As the dust cloud cleared, she opened her eyes to see the image of a large, purple, worm-like creature come to life, squirming in its newly developed hole. It flailed around and opened its fang filled mouth, the air resonating with the sounds of its rasping breath. Then it stopped for a moment and faced Chikane; it probably detected her from the scent of her wounds, since it had no eyes to see with. If that was the case, it must have been blood-thirsty.

Chikane reached behind her, expecting to snatch her longbow and nock an arrow, but could only grope at the empty air. They were gone. She cursed under her breath. The worm monster didn’t seem to skip a beat, though, and let out an inhuman screech as it lunged towards her. With a swift sidestep, she just barely managed to avoid the attack, the beast skidding face first into the grass. It was faster than she thought. As it took the time to recover from its fall, Chikane turned tail and ran. Sure, she was ready for death-- even now she wished for it more than anything-- but she didn’t want to die like this. Not to this stupid, ugly beast. Her execution was to be rightfully dealt by the hands of the Solar Priestess.

So Chikane ran, steps in sync with her racing heart beat. Surely this wasn't the end?

(( ... And hopefully, someone can save Chikane before she's eaten alive. |D Pff, horrible opener, I know, but hopefully this can get us started? If not, I'll do it over...
Also, for those who don't know, zouri are Japanese-style sandals. And to those who aren't familiar with traditional miko (Japanese priestess) clothing, here's a reference. ))

[Spaz]

OoC; Oh good, I though I was late. >.< Been way to busy lately with stupid life haha.
I'm writing up my OC as we speak, and I'll update this post when I'm done. Just wanted to let you know I am interested.

[Magical Girl Lyrical Sarahnyan]

At that moment, her sensibilities were topsy-turvy without any signal towards a stable alternative. What should have been a normal ordeal was instead twisted and entrapped in the reverse state of sane, and approached the underlying brink of chaos. Moreover, the situation was frustrating beyond belief for the nine-year-old immersed into this unforgiving and foreign conspiracy.


Maybe those assumptions were drastic to claim, but the female did feel isolated and bizarre. It stung all of the layers of her heart, but she stashed them behind a resolute façade. That combination solicited a grievous state of foreboding on her behalf, and though she could detect it but not identify the cause, something was dreadfully amiss.


Nothing too outlandish had happened to her - at least, that was the memory of events she had recounted after awakening to this current location. It was peculiar considering the female's last actions consisted of laboring inside her family's bakery kitchen and spooning cake batter, then dropping the pan in the oven with a metallic clank for the pastry to heat and rise. The knowledge that each customer would have a positively cheerful smile at the sweet's fragrance had given her a satisfied boost of energy that now ran dearth. Basically, it had been nothing more than an average Saturday afternoon with her family and their employees before she ate dinner and accompanied her friends for an afternoon magic session. Nowhere special, but sunny times nonetheless. Just minor sparing in a barrier off the coast of Unimari City's pier, and that was enough for happiness.


However, things had not granted her favorable wish. In order to focus on other tasks, all she had done was straighten her back to reach for more ingredients on one of the silver metal shelves, but she had been jostled out of those mundane affairs so quickly they were minimal, dismal senses. A white-hot flash out of oblivion and a blanket of darkness had obscured her vision, apparently fogging over her body like amnesia. Perhaps she had dozed off in a light daydream or been transported for her journey to this place - the latter as the most prominently possible - because here she was without a single word of content in the matter. None of that warranted all of her confusion, but exceptionally enough for her stature, she was not in the slightest bit afraid.


Just alone and sorrowed by that.


In the past, the young female had willingly ventured within several dimensions and toured multiple worlds to conduct some obstinate case or incident wreaking havoc on the populations, but this event was a whole different ball game. How was the mystery. The Arthura, or a military spaceship, was not responsible for bringing her there. If Commander Lindy had she would have her official gear and transcommunication devices on her being, and those were sorely absent. Whether this planet resembled her previous missions as a mage with a sinister villain, or an unparalleled natural phenomena like spurts of molten lava erupting from volcano peaks, was unseen.


Takamachi Nanoha's bright eyes were clamped together to shield the world from her sense of sight. One reason was the dazzling light mirroring from the sky above and the lush meadow sights, but the female was inexplicably enveloped by a sluggish and hazy feeling associated with a tired mind. It was a strange emotion to her, since she could multitask quite effectively. But all Nanoha desired at that direct moment was to peacefully drift back into the protective chambers of slumber for a while longer. It could revitalize her memory of how she became stranded in this place, but that was also wishful thinking.


Blurrily, the girl's half-lidded eyelids creaked open to expose slate blue orbs; it was time to get a better peek at the land she rested upon. Her head rocked somewhat in aching and she was elusive of what had actually awakened her (though she could swear she had felt tremors like an earthquake). Jobs came first as a magical girl with a possible duty to fulfill, whether she remembered the mission or not, and it was just that obligation to her line of work. Plus, Nanoha was more than thinly aware that she could not laze around and stick out like a sore thumb for any predators hunting about for scraps of flesh. She was just a mere human - and a little girl at the pinnacle of all the reasons, after all - and her physical prowess alone was weak against creatures that resembled an Earthly bear or tiger.


After an enforced breath to inject oxygen into her lungs and pump potent blood around her arteries for encouragement, she exhibited an exasperated sigh for her sheer willpower to strive towards her goals. She adored her work more than anything could ever describe in simple or elaborate words combined, but something was causing her to resent her determined and stubborn attitude as a mage. Right then, in any case. Regardless, Nanoha welled tension into her limbs to order them to lift her frame off the ground, and wobbled to her feet. It was tough sailing from a spurt of lightheartedness that resulted (probably a side-effect of her poofing there) in her nearly toppling back over, but she endured through by gritting her teeth.


Forest green instantly met her vision in a surreal fashion of plants and gnarled trees scattered about. Bemused by the scenery, the implications on the terms of such terrain suggested trouble, but she yet again staved the feeling off. In reflex, she lightly scratched a red spot through the fabric covering her forearm where her arms had been laying in a patch of spiny, colorful flowers. It was purely mystifying and interesting, though she had never read or report or been briefed on such a place.


A refreshing breeze whipped some strands of copper-brunette hair off her mildly sweaty forehead and the nape of her neck. Nanoha wistfully sighed, contented for the moment. She shook her head, two little pigtails held by white ribbons swaying in the movement. Thankfully her main weapon was strung around her neck. After gently removing the red jewel on its white necklace, or her weapon, she summoned for the device's powers to activate and initiated its transforming sequence.


Nanoha's choice of armor wrapped around her form in a flash of magenta light, and she fondly patted down the white and cobalt sailor suit Barrier Jacket. It was her first exterior protection against close-range combat, but it styled her tastes well. Red gems, or magical field generators, accompanied the outfit in places like the tops of her blue and white shoes, the scarlet ribbon donning the middle of her chest, and above the metal wristguards on either side of Nanoha's hands. Two blue triangles resided on both of the sides of the billowing skirt attached to the sailor suit portion, which almost flapped to her feet. Personally, she overflew with confidence in this rather than the street clothes and white apron from home. The tingling of magic turning through her chest was a plus.


With conviction, Nanoha cradled her weapon to her side. The pink and white staff, Raising Heart, would be her lifesaver in the face of all obstacles. A golden ring curled around the large red jewel as the head on top of the handle, making it appear girlish but fascinating in design. Truthfully it was her staff, guardian, and companion in everything required of her magical prowess; a partner that she trusted without fail. As long as she had the red jewel device on her being to mingle its feelings with her own heart, Nanoha was safer than having any other weapon in existence. Not perfectly out of danger's malicious restraint, unfortunately, but she was adamant that the pair's teamwork could conquer anything this planet had to dish out at them. Along with a generous dose of determination surging like lightning in her hopes.


Once again, she did a double sweep of the land while pulling a few yellow grass pieces from her hair. A grassland and a lake, huh? However, as she watched the landscape, it felt lonely and dejected when she saw nobody else within the current vicinity of her sight. Being restricted to her own devices without another soul granted her a small wave of unsettled sadness, and it reminded Nanoha of childhood memories that she would rather not recall before she befriended people. She softly sighed and shook her head, snapping her eyelashes shut; she loathed to be alone. What a pretty place, though obsolete. Reflexively she winced at everything after gazing with half-lidded eyes, but she allowed her body to leisure and bask in the humid sunlight before continuing. In order to banish those desolate feelings she would just have to make more friends here and use her actions to help them and bid some fair time.


Flying high into the sky was a tricky hindrance at first. The gravity bickered with her, which she detested. In fact, Nanoha was like a baby chick too vulnerable to get anyplace. It did not provide her much leeway to maneuver and she constantly had to hop off the ground (which was humiliating, but she was glad nobody else at her same rank of prestige was in the perimeter to witness the lack of strength).


Gradually, she became accustomed to the uncommon pressure anchored against her head and shoulders, the gravity inequivalent to her Earth's freer domain of wind torrents. In success, she caught a powerful current, and flapped her arms and legs to hover. The challenge was overcome as Nanoha's balance eased settled into pace as one gust whisked her into the sky.


For a short period of ten minutes, the female circled towards the blissful atmosphere. She relished in the mix of temperatures. Nanoha scouted the area and wondered if she was had been truly deserted without any provisions, meanwhile grazing over treetops and grabbing some fresh, freckled indigo and peach fruits. Whether they were edible or not was unknown to her because she was too pressed on time to check, but it was just in case no alternatives were available - if it was difficult to find food later. Perhaps she jinxed herself by believing that because it rekindled the pool of loneliness swelling in her heart to be so separated from things, but she shoved it away.


Suddenly, she saw something gigantic and purple slithering across the ground while approaching the splendid lake.


What was that?


Nanoha squinted, perplexed. The white mage reached upwards and saluted her forehead, shielding her young eyes like a visor. Amongst the awful lighting and blended pleasant sensations, her instincts quickly deduced that the silhouette was one of the planet's creatures - though on closer observation, an unfriendly rampaging monstrosity.



Is that a person? she mentally questioned while her attention frittered to the pinprick of a humanly figure racing in front of the chasing carnivorous worm in tow. After all, she had not seen a hair or inch of human life yet, so this dash of information was vital. Gliding downwards, the set of small pink wings protruding from the sides of her shoes in order to form the defensive move, Flier Fin, enlarged to increase her speed. Whatever this meant, she could not turn a blind eye if the person was a threatened civilian. There was no other option than to submerse herself to the fray, Noble intentioned, but she might have reconsidered options on that less than sublime idea if she realized the weakened state of her magic.


"Don't worry, I'm coming!" Nanoha hollered down to the person as she futilely attempted to hasten her flight. To her dismay, she lagged behind, a hint of anger flaring on her normally pacifistic features. It was highly impossible for whoever it might be to understand her thick Japanese accent even if they did hear her at this spot. She was at the peak of the sky where skyscrapers usually towered in thin air, but it was her natural impulse to alert and assure others of her presence at dangerous intervals, so a second thought did not cross her mind. Hopefully she would not be too conspicuous before she found out what was happening.

OoC: |

Here you go, Elite-chan! I humbly apologize for atrocious grammar.