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[realitymods]

[The man who is on the Plane now is very old. His beard is long and gray and his hair still full, though the colour matches his beard. In contrast, he wears a robe of bright colours, held together with a sash. Even the sash is festive, all gold and light blues and greens and purple. Overall, he gives the impression of life and living things, unlike the more mechanical Twins.

He sits at a stone table with a simple game of chess set-up. He doesn’t seem to be playing, merely pondering it. He speaks, looking up now.]

It seems I am able to access this place again. It has been far too long…and not a moment to soon, I’m afraid. Now, I know you’re all listening so I have some news to bring you. It seems there’s another…experiment gone awry. It is not an entirely pleasant one, either.

You see, there are people called Angels. They exist through the existence of others. They’re usually a good sort but when the minds are wrong… [A pause and he shakes his head.] There is nothing that can be done. They succumb to madness and obsession, turning violent and unreasonable.

I am sure you can guess why I fought so hard to get through to this place and warn you all. They are here and drawn to you, especially you all, since some of you allowed them to exist. You’re going to have to help me get them. I’m far too old for these things now. There’s no secret weakness, no special trick. They’re dangerous and the best I can do is tell you about them.

[He moves a pawn forward with a heavy hand.] Bring them in whatever condition you can manage to the great opening on this Plane. May they rest well and may you all be safe.




((ooc: Plot start! See here and here for the full details.))

Comments

[akumas-curse.livejournal.com]

{D:!! That sounds a lot like akuma}

Sir, what "great opening" do you mean?

[realitymods]

[The man looks up with a small smile.]

Ah, forgive me. There is an opening on the Plane. It is cold and not entirely large at the moment but you should be able to make use of it.

[digitale-daten.livejournal.com]

... 'Angels'? I'm assuming that's just what they're called, not... something along the more traditional sort of angels.

[This guy is giving him the creeps, and the stuff he's talking about sounds all too familiar.]

[realitymods]

[That earns a chuckle.]

Oh, no, they are not Angels in the holy sense. They do, however, have wings and their own divine purpose. Some say their appearance inspired the old images of angels.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Did someone say they're offering cannon-fodder?

[realitymods]

[He raises an eyebrow.]

I don't think I said that anywhere.

[mercwamouth]

Yes! Killing time and I'm actually here! Finally!

Point the way, Gandalf.

[realitymods]

[Almost startled.]

You're rather eager to destroy them, I see.

[contract_star]

...Angels?

[realitymods]

It's just the name they go by due to their appearance. They seem to be fond of it.

[lamb_of_gold]

[This guy reminds him of Shion when Shion is much much older, and he doesn't exactly like the thought, BUT.]

'Great opening?'

[realitymods]

Perhaps you have seen it? The cold opening in the Plane.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

Ah, oh dear. It seems I have been away for too long. Though of course it would happen that I would return to find danger here.

How dangerous are these "angels"?

[realitymods]

Then perhaps it is best you have returned now? You can help fight the danger. Though as for how dangerous, they can be quite...vicious, I'm afraid. Though, I hope that they can be saved without death as a requirement.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

So, just to be clear---because I'm an idiot and all that---you want us to be your mercenaries and capture them all for you even though this is your experiment gone awry?

[realitymods]

Not mercenaries. Oh no. I don't want them harmed and they are hardly my experiments. They're very much people.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Angels...? [giggles a little, considering the possibilities] Mmmm, this should be interesting.

[realitymods]

Interesting? Pray tell, child, how?

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[Axel listens, then tilts his head like he's addressing someone behind him.]

Hey, Roxas! Hope you're not afraid to get your dress dirty.

[realitymods]

[He looks somewhat amused.]

If your friend is concerned about a dress, perhaps it would be best to stay away.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[Ikki clenches his fists.]

Oi, gramps. You'd better help us out. We didn't sign up to be your experiments - or theirs.

[realitymods]

[He raises a hand.]

I know and I apologise. None of this was supposed to happen. The Twins have a way of ruining things. I never meant for you all to be here. But you are and so I must warn you of this danger.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

Tch. Angels.

[realitymods]

I see there aren't many fans of Angels. Not many believers, perhaps?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[eyes the chess board for a moment, lips quirking slightly, before focusing on the old man - the construct, the conduit, the symbol, whatever he truly is]

What methods do you normally use to control them? Perhaps I can adapt them.

[borntostand.livejournal.com]

[Kate wears a wary, disdainful expression, and keeps a certain distance] It'd help if you told us what they look like.

[harmonixerdemon.livejournal.com]

[Yuri doesn't like the sound of this] These angel things...are they like monsters? [Since half the 'angels' he's seen in his world have been, he feels it's an obvious question to ask]