In Which Dimensions Clash [fantasy/intermediate]

[Snorty McCrack]

King Phar

Phar laughed a mark appearing on the area he touched "that should work." on Oboro's side was tattoos of strange symbols that echoed in Phar's eye's ((spoken as markos trei (mark of truth))) "Thought it was you." Phar commented pulling his hand back a silvery blade coming out of his sleeve. "This should do. Ogre make sure he doesn't run and stay back." As Grubnash back away grumbling as he rubbed the back of his head. "Shivei whip." Phar almost whispered to the sword and the blade began to flow like water down to the ground making a long rope like silver cord coming from the handle. "This is a morphing blade, and this is it's whip state. The best part about a Shivei blade though isn't it's morphing it's that it still has it's edge." shouting the last part Phar swung his arm around at Oboro sending the whip like blade at Oboro's head. "Learn this, a dragon takes orders from no man, woman, or creature."

Oboro smirked. "Thats true..." He said as the whip headed for him, His arm grew scaled which covered his whole arm, his nails grew also, long and black. He quickly rose his arm having the whip hit it and wrap around it. "But they listen to their goddess... What will mother think if she saw you fighting her son?" He hissed out then started to tug hard on the whip while wrapping it around his hand. "Unless you be trade your goddess..."  

[King Phar]

"My goddess is dead to me and my kind, she sides instead with the metalic dragons leaving us to colors to die. Now only a few of us survive but we are angry and we will have our revenge." Letting the whip go it continued to wrap around Oboro's arm then it solidified freezing his arm in a case of skin tight metal. "Now, child of a god, DIE!" Jumping at his pressing his hands together he muttered something under his breath then pointing his hands as Oboro white hot fire pored from them "I call it flaming hands what you think." Building up power even as he shot the constant stream of fire at Oboro.

Grubnash getting bored left, walking around the town with his club over one shoulder.  

[Ilik Sarver]

For now, Nimble was going to have to use lesser beings until the world learned of the various powers from the multiple dimensions that now infested the surface. He retreated to his lair, the harlequin god making his slow entrance amongst all the lesser demons that stood in the shadows waiting for his command. He thought to himself The dragon fight had proved most interesting. It is apparent that if I want to possess some unique control over these beasts, I will have to be very careful. Of course, with the right amount of treasure and false promise this should prove simplistic.

Nimble never underestimated the power of slight of hand and tricky trading. Never except the unexpected. was a huge rule in the demonic realms. When one had the power to change the world according to his will, of course they would expect what was to happen. The waiter, a simple human from the Earth dimension, had proven most easy to trick. There was no doubt that he would pocket the coin, after all only one biscuit out of an order had been sold; thus, the exchange existed unexpected... a biscuit for a coin.

Sitting at his doll-work table, the demon lord laid the biscuit down upon the grace. The rune known as the grace was powerful, consisting of a circle with a square inside. Inside the square was another circle. The square represented the wall between two realms. Depending on the size of the grace and the materials used to create it effected the outcome of the desired task. The grace on the doll-work alter was made in demon sand, the black grains of the hell that surrounded Nimble's world. This allowed the black magics to flow easily together.

As the biscuit lay in the center of the grace, Nimble proceeded the enchantments to mold the simple edible ingredients into a solid form. The mold hardened into a replica of the waiter who had so hastily handed it over. Now, Nimble stood laughing as his first servant came under his control. He removed the doll from the grace once the spell was complete, then proceeded to the door to enter the vortex chamber. Here, a large funnel of black water rose viciously from the floor to the ceiling like a large, spinning fountain. A being with control over the demonic magic could easily enter the funnel to be lifted gracefully into spell form, allowing them to bind their mind with that of another being through a special object of control. Any being not possessing incredible demonic power would be ripped apart instantly upon entering the spell.

As Nimble approached, he casually tossed the doll of the waiter into the funnel, making it sizzle upon entrance. Nimble then removed his clothing, revealing his twisted harlequin physique. He was thin, his skin smooth and dark. He leapt into the funnel, letting the spell absorb him. His vision shifted, he felt a distant control over his being as his mind entered the host. This part of the spell was known as the transition. Here, Nimble entered the mind of the host, this in turn being the waiter at the cafe. He would remain dormant, watching through the very eyes of the being. It was solely the demons decision whether of not to control the host. The host wouldn't know that the demon was within him, nor would anyone else unless Nimble chose to make it clear to them.

When Nimble took control of a host, they wouldn't be able to fight it. Often, he would stay in control of the host until he chose to remove it from the realm of life; however, if he decided to let the host regain control, they would suffer considerable amnesia, having no memory of the time where Nimble was in control.

Nimble wondered the cafe as the waiter, waiting patiently as he assisted multiple tables with their orders. He noticed this waiter had a particular interest in a certain table. Three woman and a boy sat there, one of the woman catching his particular affection. Nimble could tell the waiter was overstaying his welcome, and the woman was becoming angry. This interested the demon lord, who identified one of the others as an elf. The boy and the other girl seemed to be normal humans, however the girl appeared to be from a different era, if not a different dimension altogether.

Shifting his attention back to the attractive woman, Nimble left the awareness of the current conversation the waiter was having with another table. She didn't appear normal to the demon lord. He was a master of disguise and could tell when someone was hiding something. After a search of her figure, he learned that she wasn't hiding anything, she had simply misinformed her new acquaintances of her being. Nimble realized why his interest was so vivid in her... she, too, was a demon. Although few demons matched the skill and power of the Lord of Chaos, Nimble could sense a considerable amount of power in the woman. She was most definitely a sea demon, and the fact that she was found sitting in this cafe was something in itself. He approached the table, taking control of his host for the first time.

He addressed the whole of the table. Is there anything that I can help you with? After the general notion that their table was fine, Nimble turned, as if to walk away. He paused, looking towards the sea demon, so graciously hiding herself in a tongue of lies. He shifted his voice to reveal his and not the waiters. His voice was deep, bold and sometimes frightening. One could tell that he meant business when he used his demonic tone through a host. You may lay them full of lies, young one. Be aware, this world is dangerous... you won't be able to full everyone. Someone will find you... and then you will have to make the choice. You won't be safe forever.  

[Snorty McCrack]

"Mother would never leave her followers."Oboro flinched seeing that his arm froze. He jerked hard on the whip making him follow with the whip to a point tell he lets go. Hearing the white fire come, he jumped to the side having the fire unfreeze his arm. He grinned and tugged again on the whip. "No more human child play."  

[Shinymon]

Kaminari starred at the map, unable to choose which road to take. She stood at the fork in the road, scratching the back of her neck. "I know this map is useless now but..." she glanced the left road, then her brown eyes swerved to the right road. "Right. Right, I think thats a great decision," she said with a nod. She took the right road, rolling up the map back up and putting it into her pack. She took in the scenery around, breathing it in then hacking it out, "Dehhh~" The lightning demon walked, and walked. Not much to do when your alone. She could see a ranch not to far ahead, causing some excitement for her. She jogged at a steady pace to get to the ranch, seeing a Man with a few horses on the other side of the wooden brown fence. "How much for a horse?" she called. The man yelled back at her saying the price, which included the saddle and reigns, then walked over to the fence with a horse. She handed him the money due, and he opened the gate and gave her the horse. "Thank you." She hopped on the horse then patted it. She put a small amount of pressure into the horse's side. The horse began trotting off at fast pace down the road. She reached the town quicker then she would've on foot. She hopped off the horse and patted his head, "I suppose I owe you, for the ride and all." She glanced around looking for some market, which was easily found. She led the horse to the small shop and bought it an apple. She smiled as the horse ate the apple. She glanced around the seemingly quite village, then to the horse, "Well Jack, It seems we're in a boring town." She pulled the reigns and walked quietly through the town, with Jack the horse.

 

[King Phar]

"Believe as you wish but i speak the truth it is my sworn duty so don't claim me as a lier." Standing still he didn't move. The air around him seemed to be alive with power his eyes glowing slightly blue. "Now how should we fight?"  

[The Phantom Magician]

Terriane had been gone for a rather long time. Too long, really. Noticing that "Aria", the new woman, and Resia were talking, Chris decided to slip off and see what Terrianne was up to. As he rose, he passed a waiter who seemed to be enraptured with his table. It was odd really. Usually waiters were rather indifferent towards customers, allowing them to enter and depart in droves without so much as a sideways glance. But this waiter lingered at their table like a stalker. Now, he seemed to be whispering something in Aria's ear. Chris tried to stand at an angle so that he could possibly hear what the waiter was saying, but since his voice was so low, it was impossible. So as not to seem like he was eavesdropping, Chris continued down his path to the other side of the cafe where he had seen Terrianne a moment ago. At this point, he really hoped that the waiter hadn't spotted him.

When he finally approached Terrianne, she was standing by an odd little water cooler, looking rather sullen and not to eager to head back to the table. For a moment, he thought about asking her what was going on, why she had left the table, or if something was bothering her. For a moment, he thought that it may have been something he had said or done and maybe she didn't want him there after all. Well, that was possible, but it didn't seem probable. He put that idea aside and decided to say something. "Anything the matter Terri?" He asked. That question seemed broad enough to give him information without seeming like he was prodding.

 

[Otulissa]

Terrianne sighed, sipping water. Then, she noticed Christopher coming towards her.

"Hey," she greeted rather glumly. "Nothing's wrong, nothing really," she assured without much conviction or effort. She flashed a lame, forced smile. Then, she chuckled under her breath and said in a low voice to Chris, "I don't trust that 'Aria'-person. She seems to be hiding something. Not that Resia suspects anything." Then, after a bit of thought, Terrianne changed her opinions: "Actually, I think Resia sort of suspects 'Aria' too... But it's hard to tell with that elf." Terri rolled her eyes, the action followed with a tug of the brim of her red baseball cap.

Resia noticed the waiter lingering around their table, too, but the elf lady maintained her composure and did not betray her inner suspicions. On the outside, she appeared to be a normal, indifferent guest simply hoping that her comrade, Terrianne, hadn't upset her new 'friend,' "Aria." It was all a big pretense on Resia's part. But, she was quite the little actress.