Evercity : Chapter 1 - Hellooooooooooooooooooo

[Inbred Chocobo]

Gerard just stood there for a few seconds, taking in the strange scene. Most of the objects people were trying to sell he had not reconignized. He saw things that were just to him, unreal. He composed himself quickly though, and started searching, looking for someone who sounded like they know English. He finally found someone, and tapped the person on the shoulder, saying "Where the hell am I? This ain't hell is it?"

((OOC: If a player wants to be the person I am talking to, go right ahead.))

[MBase]

The sound of the battle field flew through Xian's ears. He thrust forward, but was deflected downwards. He used the downward motion to swing the spear down and up over his head into a vertical slash. *CANK* The spear tip bent the man's helmet in and left a clear tear in it. The man instantly went limp and fell to the ground. Unfortunatly this was no where near the end of it. Xian would be damned before he let these invaders get to his village... to his family. A man came in from the right swinging his sword horizontally. Xian thrusted toward him and go a lucky shot into an open spot on the man's shoulder, throwing him to the ground in pain. Yet another invader came from the front, and this time deflected Xian's forward thrust. Just as Xian was stepping backwards to catch his balance, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck... then the front... then everything went white.

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Xian awoke in a large room, everything an eerie grey. Where did the battle go? What happened to the village!? What has happened to his wife and two sons!?! He was beginning to remeber now... the pain in his neck. He touched the spot on the back of his neck where he had felt it before... but it seemed fine. He was still in his armor, and he had his spear at hand, but there was no one in sight. Perhaps the pain had...? No, this was neither heaven nor hell, therefore he could not be dead.
Xian stood and looked around the room. There seemed to be chairs and a table... but it was so well made it must have been that of royalty. He saw plates, but their shape was remarkably perfect. And the height to which the ceiling was raised... this must certainly be a palace. But if so, why were there no ceramonial symbols anywhere? Why were there no banners showing to whom the palace belonged? And more importantly, why was he here? Bah, this was unimportant information for now, he had to find his village and make sure his family was okay. Xian spotted the relatively normal size door (strange for what would be a palace) and walked up to it. He grabbed the handle and pulled. The door didn't buge. He tried to push. Still nothing. He slammed the door once with his fist, and noticed the handle rattle. He put his hand upon it once again and tryed moving it different directions, and luckily, it turned. The door fell to him slightly, showing it had indeed been unlocked. He pulled it toward him and stepped outside.
Dear God..... how high did these structures go? Xian had never seen the likes of such structures in his life, they must surely be the work of Gods! As he stared upward at the seemingly infinite building, he saw something on it's side move. He looked closer and saw some sort of.... creature clinging to the wall. It had spines down its back with horrible claws for hands. A Demon!
No! He must have actually died, and was sent to Hell! But why!? Had he not fought for virtue and justice? Had he not served his ancestors?? Just as Xian was begining to panick, the demon moved up and around the corner, out of sight. Just then Xian heard footsteps.... A man walked around the corner. But his face did not look normal... he must have been foreign. His clothes were also strange, and in his hand he held a small... dagger? No, it looked different. He decided he should at least ask the man's name. "您是誰?"

((OOC: Artemis has been found (just incase it wasn't already clear).))

[Revenant]

Roland followed their mysterious guide into the longhouse.He was glad to be out of the streets, but he couldn't tell quite why. Still in full denial of his condition, he plunged into the longhouse, densely populated by revelers of all kinds. His brain sure could put on a party.

In all the commotion, he didn't notice the skinny youth nursing his beer near the entrance. Clad in a sleeveless shirt and black pants made out of a cleary synthetic material, his only outstanding features were the sideways Celtic cross tatoo on his left cheek, and the sheath at his hip.

[CallmePrismatic]

"Hey, fuck you too buddy." Artemis replied to the Chinese or Japanese, or Oriental whatever figment of his trepenated imagination. Things were definetely starting to get out of control, when he could actually feel himself walking down unreal grey fire escapes and talking to an obviously as-confused chink.

Of course...he had read somewhere sometime that when you got really out there, just the most fucked up of the fucked up, you got some sort of spirit guide or something who would set your life straight or something like that. Why couldn't his spirit guide be a squinty-eyed warrior, it wasn't like he lived the most normal of existences that it could be out of the question.

"Hey, chinaman, show me my spirit's path or something." Even Artemis thought that was a little bit wrong to shout out, so hopefully his guide wasn't too bi-lingual.

[MBase]

Oh... right. One of the traits of foreigners would be not speaking your language... Well the man seemed almost a confused as he was, so mabye they should stick together. Then again... mabye not. Looking at this man, he did not seem tortured in any way, meaning that mabye this really wasn't Hell after all. As Xian was thinking, he heard the faint sound of voices in the distance. At the moment, there was little use trying to communicate with this man now, but perhaps someone else might speak Chinese in the area. He may as well ask the man to come along, seeing as they were both seemingly lost. Xian waved the man over to him and said, "跟隨我。" He then began his walk towards the faint, yet frantic, sound of voices.

[adcon00]

Now there’s something you don’t see everyday, Jason thought as he entered the longhouse behind Roland. The longhouse itself appeared to be built within the seventh to tenth centuries, during the conquest of Europe. Of course, the building’s historic façade was completely offset by the gray it was drenched in, a design choice that Jason observed was the norm for his current situation.

Inside, he saw more of the same from outdoors, a hodgepodge of different ethnicities and cultures all co-existing in the same area. It would have been an inspiring sight if Jason didn’t believe that it was only possible because of the need for survival. Following the man who had identified himself as “Willy” earlier, their impromptu group came to rest at the foot a throne, it’s ostentatious opulence only overshadowed by the man who held the seat, whispering to an aide before dismissing the man, turning to the group.

It couldn’t be possible. Jason knew quite well who the man sitting before them was, giving credence to Willy’s comment about being deceased when they had met.

“Oh my god, aren’t you John Belushi?” Jason blurted out, star struck and slightly confused by the man’s appearance.

[Marblehead Johnson]

King John, nee John Belushi, smiled. "Hey, a fan! It's been... God, it's got to have been about a year now since we got someone from my time who speaks English! You'd be amazed how easy it is to get made king... mostly it just involves yelling. So, what can I do for you two?"

An aide walked up, while Willy waited anxiously by the door. The aide whispered something to King John, and his face turned sympathetic. "Ah, you're new here. Judging by the cut of your suit, sir, I'd say you're from a time more advanced than mine... don't they teach you anything about great heroic actors from the 1900's in school? Bah, there's time for that later. Ok, boys, time for the pre-prepared speech. Have a seat, the comfy red chairs over there, this takes about ten minutes to go through..."

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Xian, and a confused but still very amiable Artemis wandered into the Bazaar. Both men heard voices in their own tongue, from all corners, over the yelling, and haggling. Despite the clearly dozens of languages being spoken, most people seemed able to understand and converse in most of them.

OOC: I'll leave it open ended for Xian and Artemis for a bit, while Roland and Jason get the pre-prepared speech (which I won't get too into until we get a few more people in the room).

[Monoxx]

"Well, will someone explain me where am I, or do I have to start getting rude?!" yelled Carlos. Wherever he was, he didnt like it.
(OC: By the way, to make things easier, my character speaks basic english. You know, they teach it at schools)

[Marblehead Johnson]

OOC: Sorry, for some reason I forgot about your post. I was hoping you'd post a little bit more than one line after meeting Torasanpe.

Carlos followed the little Asian woman as she walked with the sureness of someone who was completely at ease with her surroundings. They skirted what sounded like a party, or maybe a flea market, a few blocks south, and he was beginning to wonder why the whole place was composed of alleys, with no real streets to speak of.

Pretty soon, they came to a moderately festooned... Viking longhouse?

"In here, please," she said, bowing low, and urging you to head inside first.

[MBase]

Xian went through alley after alley following the sound of voices until finally there was a clearing.... and some sort of celebration. A huge wooden house stood before him, with both grey and colored banners drapped across it. There was obviously some sort of festivity going on, as there were people walking about, and he could hear a large crowd inside the building itself. No one seemed to talk directly to him, but Xian heard Chinese being spoken here and there. Well, the place didn't seem dangerous, so there was no point waiting outside. With his spear head pointed toward the dull sky, he marched up and into the wooden structure.