****The Dark Prognosticus: Recrudescence (Starts; LSU's accepted])****

[Blademaster]

THE DARK PROGNOSTICUS: RECRUDESCENCE
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The Dark Prognosticus...

That was the name of that accursed tome... The black book of the ancient ones... The seer of the fates of all beings... The text that would bring about death and disaster to thousands before it was finally undone from the pages of history forever. To this day, nobody knows who wrote the Dark Prognosticus, or how it came to be able to predict the darkest and most frightening of fates, nor do they desire to know - the Dark Prognosticus had been sought by many who wished to know their futures, and every last seeker of the book's answers met with a horrible fate, having never found the happiness they yearned for...

But it was not this string of terribly ill luck that earned the Dark Prognosticus its utter taboo. No, what had truly made this text a legend amongst the darkest of legends were the actions of its final executor: a lonesome, misguided soul whose heart almost drove him to obliterate existence itself... That man's name was Blumiere, and this is his story...

Blumiere was born to the Tribe of Darkness, a race of humanlike creatures with mastery over the dark arts and a burning hatred for humanity. After destroying the lives of so many, the Dark Prognosticus was entrusted by Fate to these dark beings, who would guard it from ever falling into the wrong hands again. And so it was, for 1,500 years...

But what Fate had not forseen was that one of the Darkness's own would eventually become those very wrong hands. Prince Blumiere was an aspiring young figure, regal and respected by his entire tribe... a model candidate to become their next ruler, in fact. But one day, the young prince was in a tragic accident - en route to return to his father's palace, Blumiere was inexplicably thrown from a cliff. After falling hundreds of feet, the gravely injured Count finally came to rest in foreign territory: human territory. There, he was found by a young woman by the name of Timpani, a royal figure in her own right who immediately rushed to the fallen Count's aid and nursed him back to health. Blumiere's life changed that day... Humans were no longer alien creatures to be despised, in his eyes, but rather a respectable and kindhearted race. And Timpani herself...

No further words need be said on the matter - Blumiere and Timpani began to sneak off to see each other whenever possible, breaking both of their respective tribes' strictest laws for the sake of love. They were perfect for each other, their worries and cares gone forever - they only knew pure happiness with each other.

But that happiness was not to last - Blumiere's father soon discovered what his son had done, and inflicted horrible punishments to Blumiere, which he tried his hardest to hide from his beloved. Fearing for Blumiere's life, Timpani attempted to leave him, but in a mad proclamation of passion, he begged Timpani to elope with him. Motivated by her heart alone, she agreed, but before the two could escape, Blumiere's father found them and, using his tribe's powers, banished Timpani from their world - indeed, from their very dimension. When he heard the news, Blumiere was stricken with grief and soon vanished from his tribe without a trace...

Fearing the worst, Blumiere's father ordered a search for his son. The entire Tribe of Darkness searched, scouring every last corner of their kingdom and every other. They searched high and low for days... weeks... months... But they never found the missing prince.

But one day, after Blumiere's father had all but given up hope, he was alerted to come to the Hall of the Prognosticus as quickly as he could - word had spread that a powerful sorceror who bore a striking resemblance to Blumiere had breached the sanctuary and slain the guards there. A mixture of hope and dread in his heart, Blumiere's father rushed to the Hall of the Prognosticus to confront the intruder...

"Blumiere...? Blumiere, is it really you?"

"Bleh heh heh heh heh..."

"Blumiere... My son... What has happened to you? Answer me!"

"The one you call 'Blumiere' no longer exists, Father... Count Bleck is my name now."

"What?! What is this nonsense you speak of?! And how dare you enter the library of the Dark Prognosticus!?"

"Bleh heh heh heh! Bleck! I indeed dare! Count Bleck requires the Dark Prognosticus' powers to make his dream come true!"

"WHAT!?! You fool, you know that no good has ever come from that accursed text!!"

"Exactly. ...Replies Count Bleck. But no good can come from Count Bleck's life without the book, so it matters not either way..."

"What... What are you saying...?!"

"Count Bleck has nothing more to say... You took Count Bleck's world from him; now, the time has come to repay that favor..."

"No! Blumiere, I beg you, don't touch the book...!"

"Bleh heh heh heh heh heh... Farewell, murderer..."

Those were the final words ever uttered in that world - with that single manic act of regret, the fuse leading to the destruction of worlds was lit. Blumiere, now Count Bleck, obliterated his father's kingdom with his dark magic, amplified by the powers of the Dark Prognosticus. But his plans had only just begun... Through an elaborate ruse, Bleck staged a wedding between Princess Peach of the Mushroom Kingdom and King Bowser of the Koopa Kingdom, for it was written in the Dark Prognosticus that the union of a pure-hearted maiden and a monstrous king would unleash an artifact of the most ancient evil: the Chaos Heart. Once unleashed, the Chaos Heart would tear open a Void in the very fabric of the dimensions - a Void that would expand until it encompassed all worlds - and then erased them.

However, even with the Chaos Heart unleashed, there was still time to undo its damages and close the Void - an opposing, or perhaps even parallel tribe to the Tribe of Darkness, known simply as the Ancients, had taken careful countermeasures of their own to surpress the Dark Prognosticus' magic. At the time of the Dark Prognosticus' passing to the Tribe of Darkness 1,500 years ago, High Priestess Merlumina of the Ancients created a book that would come to be known as the Light Prognosticus - a tome that could anticipate and prevent the predictions of the Dark Prognosticus. In a similar fashion, her brethren had created an embodiment of pure love and happiness known as the Purity Heart, which was split into 8 Pure Hearts and scattered, hidden in the most sacred and heavily-protected corners of eight different dimensions to prevent the weilder of the Chaos Heart from ever finding them.

And so, the legend of the Purity Heart and the Chaos Heart was written in the Light Prognosticus:

"When the Heart of Chaos summons forth the Void, four heroes shall arise, their combined efforts recollecting the Pure Hearts and using their light to banish the darkness."

The legend proved true - Merlon, a descendant of Merlumina herself and High Priest of the interdimensional town of Flipside, assembled the four heroes: Mario Mario, Luigi Mario, Princess Peach Toadstool, and King Bowser Koopa. And in an upset like none other in history, the four heroes, assisted by a fairy-like creature named Tippi, reclaimed the eight Pure Hearts, bested Count Bleck's minions, and eventually assaulted his castle once and for all.

But it was there that Fate threw a massive monkey wrench into the plans of both the heroes and Count Bleck. Tippi, a victim of amnesia, finally managed to reassemble her memories in Castle Bleck - she was none other than Lady Timpani, who Merlon had discovered between dimensions several years earlier. With the mysterious woman gravely injured, Merlon used his tribe's powers to transform Tippi into a Pixl - a surrealistic lifeform of sentient light that could not be die.

The mystery of Count Bleck's and Tippi's pasts revealed to the four heroes, they were left with no choice but to defeat Bleck in a final, reluctant battle. Near death, the defeated Count requested to be finished so that the Void would close and at least Tippi would remain alive.

Bleck's request, however, was nearly fulfilled in the worst way - a diabolical jester named Dimentio, who was one of Count Bleck's most trusted henchmen, betrayed him and, completing an intricate and ingenious plan that he had long since laid into effect, abducted the hero Luigi Mario, who was said to be the perfect vessel for the Chaos Heart in the Dark Prognosticus. Combining his powers, the Chaos Heart, and its 'host,' Dimentio was transformed into a nightmarish beast: Super Dimentio. The remaining three heroes, along with Count Bleck and Tippi, banded together and eventually managed to destroy Super Dimentio. But with no one controlling it and the Void so nearly complete, it was too late to stop the Chaos Heart through battle anymore, so in one final, desperate act of love, Bleck and Tippi confronted the Chaos Heart and professed their love before it, and in doing so, the 8 Pure Hearts merged into the Purity Heart once more, negated the Chaos Heart, and closed the Void once and for all...

And so, the Chaos Heart and the Purity Heart vanished, and life in all dimensions returned to normal... Though none knew of whatever had happened to Count Bleck and Lady Tippi. Had they died sacrificng themselves? Or were they erased from existence altogether? Or... did something happen to them that not even the Prognosticus's themselves could foresee?

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That... is where the story of the Dark Prognosticus was supposed to end forever...

But it didn't - the Chaos Heart had been erased from history, but the Dark Prognosticus itself remained behind, its magic preserving it by locking it away in the deepest, darkest of all dimensions: END. Short for 'Eternal Night Dimension,' this realm of pure blackness now houses the Dark Prognosticus, allowing it to continue to record the dark fates of worlds completely unhindered. And, indeed, the book would have done so, but there was a problem: with nobody to read it, there was nobody's fate to reveal. Thus, the dark essence of the book itself devised a plan - using its powerful magic, the Dark Prognosticus weakened the END's spatial boundaries just enough for the descendants of the Ancients to rediscover it. But, to their horror, the location of the book was unknown to them. And even worse, someone in Flipside leaked out the should-have-been secret that the Dark Prognosticus still existed; soon, the whole town knew, and being nestled in between dimensions as it was, word soon spread across entire dimensions.

The hunt for the Dark Prognosticus had begun again...

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OK, there's the story; here's the sign-up. By the way, you can be a made-up character, or any character from the game with interdimensional transportation. However, there are some exceptions to this rule, so don't give me a hard time if I reject your character. With that being said, here you go:




Primary Form

This is what your character will typically look like and act like.


Name: (Obvious.)
Age: (Also obvious; you can be as old or as young as you want.)
Gender: (Male, female, or genderless.)
Role: (Are you on the good side? Are you on the evil side? Or are you somewhere in between? [Please specify.])
Appearance: (What you look like, what clothes you wear, what accessories you carry, etc..)
Personality: (What's your character like?)
History: (Anything important in your character's past you want to mention, mention it here.)
Ethereality: (The only way to progress in this RPG is if you have the power to travel through/between dimensions. Can you do that? If so, how? If not, how will you get from dimension to dimension? I want you guys to put some thought into this one.)
Powers: (Besides dimensional transportation, you have to have some other power(s). Limit three per character.)
Other: (You all know what to do with this, right...? )



Secondary Form

This is optional - if you wish, your character can transform into a different form (ex., Blumiere into Bleck, Timpani into Tippi, etc.). You remain basically the same, except that your powers become stronger and more versatile. The change is not so drastic that your gender or motives change, nor do you develop any different powers - dimensional or otherwise.


Name: (Still obvious.)
Age: (How long your character's second form has existed, basically.)
Catalyst: (The trigger(s) that causes your character to transform into his/her/its secondary form; once said catalyst ends or passes, you revert to your primary form again. Limit two per character.)
Appearance: (Same as above - it can be as subtle or as outrageous as you want.)
Personality: (Does this form have a different personality from the first? If so, what?)
History: (How did this form come to be?)
Other: (Same as above. Poor Other...)



And with that being said, here I go:




Primary Form

Name: Blumiere Infeneri
Age: Approximately 30
Gender: Male
Role: Hero - he seeks to find the Dark Prognosticus and destroy it once and for all so it can't hurt anyone anymore.
Appearance: About 6'1" and 185 pounds, Blumiere is a slim, humanoid figure with indigo skin, black hair, red-orange eyes with black pupils, and short fangs instead of teeth. His body is hidden by a classy white tuxedo with golden buttons and a large, spherical brooch the color of red wine situated just below his high collar, which is lined with red on the inside. His shoes and gloves are a flawless white, and his belt is black as pitch. Draped over his tuxedo is a white cape that gradually changes from white to midnight blue at its ends; the inside of the cape is jet-black and lined with stars and speckles of various shades of blue, white, and purple. He wears a monocle over his right eye, and his hair is concealed by a tall white top hat with a midnight blue wrap just above the brim. He carries a wooden staff about four feet in length which is topped by a golden cap, nestled in which is a diamond-shaped gemstone the color of glass.
Personality: Blumiere is a romantic figure when in the company of his dear wife Timpani, whom he treats like a goddess. He is calm and gentle, but he also has a regal air about him and he will take an authoritive stance when the situation calls for it. In times of calmness and peace, he is a gentle soul and will assist those in need. But in times of strife, he becomes firm and will fight fiercely for what he believes in, no matter what it may cost him.
History: N/A (See the story above.)
Ethereality: Blumiere learned a spell that would allow its caster to transfer himself/herself and others to other dimensions from his father, who ironically used that very power to begin all of this.
Powers:
1. Temporal Distort: Blumiere can slow time itself for brief periods.
2. Micro Void: Blumiere can cast dark blasts of ethtereal energy at his enemies that suck them in and explode on contact.
3. Blast Barrier: Blumiere can surround himself with a barrier of red energy that inflicts burning pain on anyone who touches it. It can also incinerate or reflect small projectiles.
Other: 'Infeneri' is a name of my own devising - a mix of 'inferno' and 'infinity.' Befitting for a Dark Tribesman with the power to obliterate every world in existance, don't you think?



Secondary Form

Name: Count Bleck
Age: At least 5 years.
Catalysts:
1. Large amounts of pain or stress (This can be physical, mental, emotional, spiritual, or psychological.).
2. Seeing his wife in any form of danger.
Appearance: In this form, Bleck looks as he did in the video game, his detailed facial features replaced by a crooked, jagged mouth like that of a jack-o-lantern and his non-monocled eye a fiery orb of light. His arms seem to vanish altogether, leaving only a ghostly pair of gloved hands that seem a few inches larger than they should be. His arms and legs also seem to vanish, giving him a floating, spectral appearance that is further amplified by his billowing cape, which seems to move and flutter as though it has a mind of its own.
Personality: Bleck is like a medium between Blumiere and the Bleck of the video game. He can show kindness and compassion, but he is primarily a stoic, eccentric figure with several erratic behavioral patterns, a penchant for his own name, and, perhaps most disturbing, a ruthless drive to fight and fight until his enemy is completely subdued, if not destroyed altogether.
History: N/A (Again, see the story above for this.)
Other: I know that this RPG doesn't perfectly match the video game's storyline, but if you're still reading by this point, you're likely thinking of joining and probably don't care. So don't bother pointing out any discrepancies - I already know about them.

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Current Participants
~Blumiere Infeneri (Blademaster)
~Timpani Flunnetana (Houndoom_Lover)
~Smorg S. McSmorgsmorg (Mega Horny)
~Bastion Cogsworth (Mystic_clown)
~Nii (Crystal Tears)
~Alexander, AKA '@-X 992' (kalad1)
~Elior (Magi of all)

Current Reservations
~?????? (Reserved for unicorngirl407)

All sign-ups can be found here.

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Blumiere
Dimension: A0G5-29XO-8F32L-V4SP

"It is beautiful, isn't it, Blumiere?"

Those words were spoken by a beautiful woman, with a figure as dainty and lady-like as any princess. Clad entirely in a white dress with rainbow trim, the only contrasting feature on her body seemed to be her flowing brown hair, adorning which was a 7-colored bow in the shape of a butterfly. if one looked close enough, they might have seen a faint, thin outline of pure light surrounding her body's outline.

The one to whom she spoke, however, seemed to be the polar opposite to her radiant beauty. Though he was clad in white as well - a tuxedo, pants, shoes, gloves, and top hat all of the color, in fact - there was an aura of menace surrounding his body. Though he seemed human, his skin was an eerie navy-blue; his eyes, the left of which was hidden by a monocle, were a fiery red-orange with black pupils. Draped over his shoulders was a flowing white cape, which quickly faded from white to purple to blue at the tips, and clutched in his right hand was a wooden walking stick, the top of which was clutched tightly in the dark figure's grip.

The unlikely lovers stood on a balcony, watching the Sun set. The massive red orb shimmered and filled the sky with every color of the rainbow, the filmy clouds in between the planet and the Sun catching the colorful lights and filling with even more colors.

"Indeed it is, Timpani..." the blue-skinned man - Blumiere - replied in a soft voice. "It'd been so long since I stopped to take a look at the world outside my own heart, I'd nearly forgotten how beautiful it could be... It nearly sickens me even now to think I almost destroyed it all..."

The woman - Timpani - placed her right hand over Blumiere's left.

"Hush, Blumiere." she said in a gentle voice. "There's no need to rehash the past anymore... The Chaos Heart is gone. The Void has been closed. All worlds are safe from destruction. And you and I are together... Nothing else matters anymore."

Blumiere lowered his head.

"Yes... You are right." he admitted. "It has been months now... I must move on. My only goal in life now is not to mope forever - it is to make you happy. A penance I'll gladly enact for the rest of my life and beyond."

Timpani smiled warmly and leaned her head on Blumiere's shoulder.

"Oh, Blumiere..." she cooed.

The two stood there in silence until the Sun had sunk beyond the horizon; high in the sky, a curtain of stars began to slowly fall...

A sudden twinkle caught Timpani's eye.

"Blumiere, look." she said, pointing up high in the sky. "A shooting star!"

Blumiere looked up.

"Hm...?" he muttered. "What is that?"

"It is a falling star, Blumiere." Timpani responded, realizing Blumiere's tribe must be unfamiliar with hers' myths and folklore. "They say that if you see one and make a wish, the wish will come true. So, hurry and make a wish!"

Timpani clasped her hands and closed her eyes as though in prayer, her flawless face pointed at the falling star as it streaked across the sky. Blumiere looked at his beloved quizzically, and then copied her motions, setting his walking stick against the railing of the balcony and clasping his hands. He silently cleared his mind and wished...

'May Timpani and I live in happiness together forever... and never be separated again.'

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

Blumiere's eyes flew open; he grabbed his walking stick and looked around, desperate to find the source of that laughter... It sounded... It almost sounded like...

"Blumiere...?" Timpani asked, looking at her husband with a hint of worry in her eyes. "Blumiere, what's wrong?"

"Did... Did you hear that?" Blumiere asked, turning to face her.

"Hear... what?" she replied. "I heard nothing - just the wind. Why? Did you hear something?"

Blumiere stopped to catch his breath, glancing behind him.

"...No..." he replied, looking back at her, a small smile on his face. "No, you were right - it must have just been the wind."

Timpani was a little skeptical, but she hid it well, smiling at her husband in return.

"That's right." she said, taking his hand and kissing him gently on the lips. "Now, come. Let's go inside and get some sleep, shall we?"

Blumiere nodded.

"Yes... A good night's sleep will do me good." he responded, walking back into their bedroom with his wife.

'Don't be a fool, Blumiere.' he mentally scolded himself. 'Timpani is right - the Chaos Heart, the Void, the Dark Prognosticus, Dimentio... They are all gone. And they shall never return.'

Back inside, Timpani left the bedroom (To get ready for bed, Blumiere assumed.), leaving Blumiere alone for a moment. He set his walking stick down, and then removed his hat and cape and hung them on the door. Then, he walked over and sat down on the bed; he snapped his fingers.

Like a computer monitor, a small white point appeared in front of Blumiere; with a grinding noise, it 'Click-and-Dragged' outward, until it was a white square the size of your average television. Then, with a whistling noise, it flipped around and then back, a rainbow-colored cube with an 'S' on its four sides now at the center. The square vanished in a fashion opposite the way it had appeared, leaving the box hovering in mid-air. Blumiere lightly punched it...

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OK, everybody, the gist of things so far is just basic introductions - show off your character, develop him/her/it a bit, find your niche, and yadayadayada. Here's a few things to keep in mind:

-Wherever you are, NOBODY knows about the Dark Prognosticus being rediscovered yet - they may know of it, but the fact that still exists somewhere - let alone exactly where that somewhere is - is unknown to everyone, at least at first. Give yourself two or three posts before 'gossip reaches your ears.'

-Please ID what dimension you are in at the start of each post, just so we know who's where at all times. You can ID your dimension however you want - I ID'ed mine with a typical NES 16-digit game password. You can ID yours however you want, with ONE exception:
*Crystal Tears and kalad1: You may not start in (or transport to) any Final Fantasy or Sonic the Hedgehog areas. They are different universes, not dimensions (Yes, there is a difference, and no, I don't know what it is either. ). If you guys have any questions about this, don't worry - I can give you more info on MSN.

-Please use a Save Block at the end of each post. It's no big deal if you forget - I have you *all* on MSN, so I'll merely PM and pester you until you remember.

Have fun, and thanks again for joining, everyone!


~Blade

[Houndoom_Lover]

Dimension: A0G5-29XO-8F32L-V4SP

Lady Timpani entered the bathroom, feeling just a bit worried about her Blumiere, but these feelings were unprecedented. What could be wrong? So, she let them slip to the back of her head as she brushed out hair.

Her hair brush matched most of her clothes, in which case she was now wearing her nightgown. It was such a shiny white, that it practically looked silver.

Timpani let herself yawn, before rubbing her eyes. My! She was a bit tired. She quickly cleaned her self up, though she didn't need it at all.

She existed the bathroom, turning off the lights. She never needed the lights on, ever since she was young. No, Timpani wasn't afraid of the dark.

Re-entering the bedroom with a smile, she moved to the dresser and placed her white gloves and bow on the top, looking at her self again.

"Tomorrow is looking lovely, don’t you think?" She asked Blumiere, with hope. Maybe they'd go do something. Something normal, with no evil, and no adventure. She pulled the drawer open lightly, taking out a compact.

It was round and white, though the glass was more like a monitor. Timpani punched the small box that appeared on the screen. The rainbow box with its many 'S' spun around, before she closed it, with a smile, turning back to the Count.

[Magi of all]

Elior
Dimension: Cavernious

Deep in the underground of the world Cavernious, it is said that some of the world most large and beautiful jewels are found. They glisten like a rainbow in the sun, casting off more colors than any man can imagine. This was the legend that drove Elior deep below the earth’s surface. He walked through the rough passages with a tiny flame held in his hand for light. While he could see near perfectly at night, cave darkness was another thing. With the exception of his flame, no light pierced this land, which remained forever in darkness.

Moving cautiously, Elior eased himself down a rather sharp drop. If he could see he would just flick down to the bottom, but he couldn’t risk it here. In the back of his mind he felt something, a prod at his thoughts.

‘Do it. Take a risk. Stop being such a coward’

Elior just ignored it. It had become common recently for the Fire Rider to reach out and touch his thoughts, trying to goad him into doing something dangerous or foolish. Elior wasn’t really sure why the spirit was doing it. Either it was tempting him or testing him. Elior found the notion of both disturbing.

Dropping the rest of the way down, Elior looked around. Incapable of seeing anything near him, he increased the size of the fireball. As the light source grew, the shadows retreated, revealing several large and stunning sapphires. Mixed among them were emeralds, rubies, diamonds, topazes, amethysts, and sunstones. The quivering light of the fire sparkled of the gems and crystals, drawing their refractions into its dance of light. Elior merely stood still for a while, admiring the sight. Then, slowly, methodically, he went around to each formation, looking for jewels to carry with him. After several minuets he had gathers a rather sizeable collection.

After storing the samples in his coat pockets for safekeeping, Elior strode to the middle of the chamber. Crouching down to the dirt, he began to heat the surface of his finger. Once it had become hot enough, Elior began to draw a symbol of the rock. A simple stick figure surrounded in a stylized flame. The symbol of the Fire Rider.

Finished with his drawing, Elior stood up and dusted off his knees, being careful not to singe his pants. He smiled to himself as he looked down at the little drawing.

“There, now it will be easy to return if I want to.” Pleased with his work, Elior grabbed the edges of his unfastened coat. With a casual flick, the flame in the room winked out, leaving the treasure shrouded in darkness once more, its beauty but a faint memory.

(Location: Elior’s house, Mushroom Kingdom)

Landing lightly in his Foyer, Elior looked around his house. Everything seemed to be in the same place he had left it in. Judging from the smell he had left some kind of food out again. Telling himself he’d clean it up later, Elior kicked off his shoes. He walked through the dinning room towards the trophy room, pausing once to look around.

“Why do I have a dinning room anyway?” mused Elior out loud as examined the table. “I always eat in the kitchen and never have guests over. One day I’ll turn this room into something useful.” As he left he felt the presence in the back of his head stir. He wasn’t sure, but he though he heard a sigh, followed by ‘That’s what you said the last five times.’ Elior ignored it as usual.

Entering the trophy room, Elior began emptying his pockets. Picking out the largest of each type of stone, he set them aside for labeling and storage. The rest of the stones he shoved in a large bag. If the weight of the bag proved anything, Elior would be eating very well for the next few months.

Exiting the trophy room, Elior headed for the bathroom. After that long hike, the thing Elior wanted most was a nice hot shower. Hanging up his coat and removing his gloves, Elior casually punched the rainbow colored block next to the stairs as he headed up to the bathroom. His mind didn’t even register the ding, so focused was he on his shower and bed. As he ascended the stairs a thought crossed his mind.

‘What’s next for me?”

[Mystic_clown]

Name: Bastion Cogsworth
Age: around his late twenties, early thirties.
Gender: Male
Role: Villian.
Appearance: He’s humanoid, standing at 6 foot with a very slim build and a very pale complexion. His oil black hair messily oozes just past his chin and his eyes are an insane yellow, yet their always hidden behind the a pair of goggles he wears. His face is thin, yet there is some trace of handsomeness in it.

He wears a black coat which does down to the back on his knees, with a black vest over a white shirt and a dirty white cravat. His pants are the same coal black as his coat and are tucked into his black, knee high, steel toed boots. His gloves, once white, are now a grimy grey and he has a pair of cog-shaped steel bands on his wrists.
Personality: While he’s polite and almost friendly when you first meet him, he gives an unsettling and almost menacing aura. Being a man of science, he’s quite intelligent, almost to the point where he can be considered a genius. However, it’s his perfectionism that is his main flaw. Everything he does must be perfect. It’s because of this that he looks highly upon machines and down upon living life. He considered organic organisms imperfect and incapable of perfection. Likewise, machines can be perfected, completing their task with perfect results. He’s easily frustrated when things go beyond his control and can go from calm to furious if the situation arrives.
History: A once brilliant scientist and inventor amongst his people. He had always had a passion about machines, curious about how they worked and gleeful that they can accomplish tasks more efficiently. He had also seen how living beings work and the accidents that they could cause. As a result, he always chose machines over the living. However, this contempt for the living was not known until much, much later.

In gratitude for his services, the ruler of his world decided to arrange a marriage between him and one of his daughters. It wasn’t long before the two fell in love, but then something occurred which brought their seemingly happy future to a halt.

Bastion had created an automated mining system, completely revolutionizing his world’s mining production. However, this machine would result in the loss of hundreds of jobs. So, choosing his people over production, the ruler denied the use of Bastion’s system, something that shocked him greatly. He couldn’t believe he was refused. He couldn’t understand why.

Because his king wasn’t perfect. Because HE wasn’t perfect.

Bastion disappeared into seclusion, right up until the day of his wedding. However, people were shocked to find instead of the handsome brilliant scientist, a pale, thin, far more sinister version of himself arrived. He declared that the wedding could not take place, because he hadn’t finished a gift for his future wife. When asked what this gift was, he simply responded with “A perfect world” and left.

When he was confronted by one of his research assistants, the horrible truth came out. In his search for perfection, Bastion had combined himself with his machines. He plans to turn everything into machines in order to make the world perfect. And to accomplish this, he needs the power of the Dark Prognosticus. Using the device in his hammer, Bastion disappeared into another dimension, promising to create the perfect world for his future wife.
Ethereality: He has built a device into his large hammer which can open a portal between dimensions. To create a portal, he simply needs to strike a surface with it.
Powers:
Machina Control: He can take control of any form of machine within the general area, able to bend them to his whim and even turn simple machines into weapons. He can also combine them into one, big machine.
Rocket Punch: As the name suggests, he has the ability to fire his fists out like rockets, striking the enemy with great force.
Electromagnetic Barrier: Bastion creates an electromagnetic barrier around him, deflecting some projectiles. This can be combined with his Rocket Punch and which while if hit, the barrier is disabled, it sends all its electrical energy into the enemy, doing much more damage than normal.
Other: Anyone want to play as his fiancé?

Sebastion Cogsworth
Dimension: Dues Ex Machina

The door to the laboratory opened, casting the light from outside into the room. Tools, bits of machinery, beakers and small trinkets littered the ground and workbench.

The small layer of dust was kicked up into the air as the owner strode in. He was a tall, thin, pale man, his eyes were hidden behind a pair of dark goggles, his unkempt, oil coloured hair almost oozed down past his chin. His attire mostly consisted of coal black, with the only exception being his white shirt and his now stained gloves. The steel caps on his boots and his metallic wrist bands glimmered in the rare light as his coat flapped behind him like a cape.

He began collecting random gizmos and devices, sticking them into his pockets or into his coat. He would need them on his journey, on his quest.

Collecting what he needed, he strode over to his last requirement. It resembled a large, steel hammer. It looked like it had a large, steel cog on either side and it looked quite heavy. However, he was able to pick it up with ease.

At that moment, the door swung open, and another young figure hurried inside.

“Professor Cogsworth!”

The man didn’t even turn to face him. He made no reply as the young man continued.

“What’s going on? Why did you walk out on the ceremony?”

The small crowd that had gathered outside were listening in, curious.

“It told you,” the man, Cogsworth replied. His voice had a sense of richness to it, a strength, with a great deal of intelligence behind his words, “My gift for my dear bride has not yet been completed.”

“What do you mean? You said something about a ‘perfect world’, what are you talking about?”

A small chuckle erupted from Cogsworth’s throat.

“My poor, imperfect assistant. It’s as it sounds. This world is imperfect. Mistakes are being made, wrong choices being considered. I must make it perfect.”

“Make it perfect? That doesn’t make any sense!?”

Cogsworth pulled a small device from his coat pocket, showing it to the assistant, while still keeping his back turned.

“Machines are the perfect sample of perfection,” he stated, “they fulfill their task with the up-most efficiency. They do not make mistakes like organic creatures. They do not suffer from pride, arrogance, depression.

We on the other hand do. Our emotions and our ignorance effect our judgment, our efficiency.

So, in order for us to become perfect…”

He slowly turned, his mad yellow eyes staring at him from behind his goggles.

“…We must become machine.”

The assistant’s eyes widened as the horrid realization dawned on him.

“You…you want to turn is into machines!? Have you gone insane!?”

“Insane?” Cosgworth laughed, “I’ve never been more sane in my life. It is those that turn away from perfection that are insane!”

Slowly, he turned and headed towards the back door.

“And now, I must be going.”

The assistant ran forward, grabbing his shoulder.

“Stop!”

Cosgworth said nothing, but instead, in a feat of amazing strength, threw his assistant off of him, sending him flying into the generator at the far end of the room.

The generator sparked for a moment before exploding, setting everything close to it on fire. The assistant shook off his daze and ran out of the room, trying to put out his coat. The crowd scattered as the building went up in flames.

Cogsworth calmly stepped out the back of the burning building, almost as if his home didn’t just get burnt down. Not looking back, he kept walking, his home fading into the distance.

After an hour of nonstop walking, Cogsworth paused. Reaching into his coat pocket, he pulled out a small device, a small frame holding a rainbow coloured box, an ‘S’ on each side. Calmly, Cogswroth punched it, the box spinning before being returned to his pocket.

[Blademaster]

WHERE THE HELL IS EVERYBODY!?

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Well, while I'm waiting for an answer...

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Blumiere
Dimension: A0G5-29XO-8F32L-V4SP

Blumiere, in the dead of the night, observed his bride from just outside the balcony, watching her every move like a hawk.

Timpani slept soundly and peacefully that night, just as she always did. Her flawless body wrapped in a silver nightgown, hidden save for her head and one hand, as though even the bedding desired to preserve her modesty, allowing none to see so much as even a shoulder unclothed.

'My beautiful wife...' Blumiere thought, his heart at ease for the moment as he watched her chest steadily rise and fall as she breathed effortlessly, not the slightest snore escaping her lips. 'We have the rest of our lives and beyond to be together...'

Blumiere sighed and lowered his head.

'And yet... I can't help but feel dread in my mind... The memories of that horrible time...'

Several vivid images flashed through his mind, like pages of a photo album:

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"Count! Yeam, um, 'K, so preparations are complete..."

"Mmm... Then it shall be begun... by Count Bleck!"

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"Count... You know, there's still time... You can still change your mind."

"That is enough, Nastasia. We've already come this far, so we shall forge on! But you needn't stay by Count Bleck's side. You can depart with my blessing."

"Um, no, my count. I won't be doing that. My life is already sworn to you. Yeah, it's belonged to you since the day you saved me... I'll be sticking it out with you until my game ends, 'K?"

"...If that pleases you..."

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"All living things have a heart. They're all priceless. You can't just... erase them!"

"Of all things, you defend the heart? Nothing could be more worthless... All things... are meaningless."

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"Are you prepared, hero? Our duel will be worthy of the last clash the world will ever see!"

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"The Pure Hearts..."

"Bleh heh heh heh... huh?! My barrier ...is gone?!"

"'Four heroes unite, their hope burns forth light to shatter the walls of blight.'Just like Merlee said..."

"...So be it... says Count Bleck! But don't celebrate just yet. Your precious worlds aren't safe until my last breath! Let us finally end this! Now the true battle begins... with Count Bleck!"

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Blumiere sighed and shook his head...

He hated lying to his wife, but he wasn't fine - he knew in his heart that something somewhere was very wrong, but whatever it was, it was being overpowered by his own burden.

'Timpani... My love, Timpani...' he thought. 'I'd give anything short of you for a chance to go back... To go back and undo it all...'

The Dark Tribesman sighed again, feeling as though an icy hand was clutching his heart, its frigid grip nearly overpowering the warmth his wife's love filled it with.

'I don't understand...' he thought. 'I nearly destroyed the Universe, but managed to save it - and Timpani, too... Why do I still feel so miserable?'

While most people wouldn't expect an answer, Blumiere was not very surprised when a voice in his head responded:

'Penance...'

Blumiere closed his eyes... The only possible penance that would lift the weight on his shoulders was to save the Universe without him nearly being the cause to begin with... A feat that he knew was impossible...

But such was his life... He'd nearly committed the most heinous crime feasibly possible; that was a burden he would be doomed to carry for the rest of his life... And maybe even longer. There was, in his eyes, no way around it - no way to make things right and set his mind and heart at ease once and for all.

A lone tear trickled down Blumiere's cheek; it landed on a rainbow-colored patch of the balcony with an 'S' on it, which made an ever-so-faint tinkling noise before vanishing into the floor's stonework pattern once more.

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Next...?

Come on, people, don't make me beg... ;_;

[Blademaster]

My warning went unheeded by a few of you. As a result, Mega Horny has been removed from the RPG. I'm sorry dude, but we have to move forward. No matter how slowly we may be doing so.

Uni-girl, you're still on reserve.

And Crys, could you please give me a progress report or something soon? I don't wanna give little Nii the boot, too... ;-;

Expect a post from me within the next day or so.

[Houndoom_Lover]

*giggles when I notice my/Blademaster's signature* ^-^ So, without further ado, que the dream scene! Hmm, how do you make the letters colourful?
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Timpani
Dimension: A0G5-29XO-8F32L-V4SP

There were shapes. At first, blank and rather shapeless, but then they became defined. There was a tall one, thin, with massive eyes that seemed insane, some sort of vile blob like creature, a small ball of bright white light, another tall man, though his build was larger, and yet another man, shorter than the other two. It’s strange when you dream of people that you’ve never seen in real life. They were still, all in black and white. They all seemed to be staring up at something, waiting.

Timpani realized that she was the only thing coloured in this world. Her hands, hairs, whole self sparkled in a million rainbows. If she wasn’t careful, they’d bound to spot her in this murky black! For some reason, the group terrified her, so she moved slowly back. Her rainbow dress got caught on a wicked black tree, causing her to fall. Did the group notice her? Timpani looked over her shoulder and found that they were replaced with a gaping hole, and around that hole light, colour, and laughter were being dragged mercilessly towards its infinitive darkness.

Frightened, but not willing to let that hole have its way, she kicked the tree hard, breaking its branch. Timpani reached up for a higher branch, since the tree was the only place to go. A rainbow cube sparkled above, dispelling the darkness around it, she reached for it...reached...but as her fingers touched the box, the tree branch broke.

Timpani, in her sleep, looked troubled. Her fair brow furrowed, as she gripped the blanket, as though trying to grab something that she just missed.

[Blademaster]

OK, time-out, all. Blademaster has something to say. And yes, it IS gonna probably piss off at least a couple of you. But this is my RPG, and it's the first of its kind in TPM's history - I'm not gonna let it die, even if the cast drops to me and HL fighting against MC's character. 'Cuz I gotta say, he's not at all an unimpressive 'villian.'

That having been said, I'm gonna address you all individually.


Unicorngirl407, first of all, I'm assuming you have an MSN account, so if you do, please add me as a contact if you're still interested in joining this RPG. I'll do what I can to see if I can get you added to TPM's ever-growing list of members in return.

Magi of all and Mystic_clown, you have both posted in this RPG once and have since told me you're still working on your next posts. That's fine, but please don't take too much longer. Nobody wants to play a game where they have to wait three weeks in order to take their turn.

Crystal Tears, you're in the same boat as MC and Moa, but you haven't posted *anything* yet. You told me once that you haven't due to writer's block. This isn't a story - it's an RPG, and it'd be nice if you did something soon, regardless of what it is or how it's worded.

kalad1, you haven't posted anything yet, and the only 'notification' you've given me is when you said work was finally 'letting up a bit.' I'll take that as to mean now that you have less work, you can post something soon. Please do.

Mega Horny, you have neither posted nor said anything about an absence since this RPG began. You have until the end of the weekend to post or notify me, or your character will be removed from the game.


That's all I have to say.

And Houndoom_Lover, don't bother making a pointless reply to any of what I just said. If you have an RPG post or something of importance to bring up, then by all means, reply. Otherwise, I'm having it reported as SPAM and deleted.

[Mystic_clown]

Bastion Cogsworth
Dimension: Deus Ex Machina

He looked down from his place on the cliff. Down below was a large farming complex, possibly one of the largest in this world. Even from his spot he could hear the machines working, tending to the soil and harvesting the produce.

Amongst the machines and buildings, he could see the workers, scurrying about like ants.

Miserable vermin, spoiling a perfectly good picture.

A small, sinister smirk spread across his pale face.

I believe it’s time for this quaint little farm to be cleaned out.

The scientist then began leaping down from ledge to ledge, his new machine body giving him strength and agility like he never had before. It was only a matter of minutes before he reached the ground.

Calmly, he strode into the complex. In the eyes of anyone who saw him, he was a creepy looking, but relatively harmless, stranger. They couldn’t see the intent in his heart, what he was planning behind that calm look.

He walked directly into the center of a large field, figuring that this would allow him the best range.

Slowly, he raised his hands into the air. Energy began to crackle around them, before shooting out across the area, searching for any machine it could connect with.

Hear me my machines, my fellow brothers of steel.

He could feel them hearing his call, he could feel them listening.

Everywhere on the farm, much to the workers’ confusion, the machines stopped.

They were waiting, hearing out for any orders from this strange being.

Attack.

Panic followed.

Workers ran left right and center, their machines turning on them, chasing them, attacking them. A laugh tore itself from Bastion’s throat as he watched the mayhem.

Humanity was so reliant on machines, oh how satisfying it is to watch them crumble before their might.

Then he remembered. Bastion’s plan wasn’t to destroy humanity, but to convert it. To make them a part of the machine race.

He mentally slapped himself. He had gotten a bit carried away.

My fellow machines. Do not destroy them. Bring into the center of the complex. Do not let any escape.

He could hear them respond, starting to chase their enemy into the middle of the complex.

Machines always did their job efficiently and this was no exception. It was only a matter of minutes before all the workers and their families were rounded up in the middle of the farm.

A satisfied smirk grace his face as he strode toward the ring of machines trapping them in. Now would be a good time to let them know of their fate.

But before he did.

Plucking the small device from his pocket, he gave the rainbow box a small jab before returning the spinning cube to his pocket.

It helped to stay on the safe side of things.

[kalad1]

Primary Form

Name: Alexander aka Alpha-X 992
Age: 2 years, technically.
Gender: Technically genderless, but is based around a male appearance
Role: Good intentioned.
Appearance: Standing at 6 feet tall with an apparently athletic build, he looks like a tan human with brilliant crimson hair cascading to just below his shoulders and blue eyes. However, instead of bleeding when cut, it merely tears his synthetic skin, revealing a silvery metal underneath. He normally wears loose black pants and a black shirt.
Personality: Serious, he's got a mission and he's going to fulfill it, but he isn't a jerk or anything, and will help those in need. He tends to be slightly judgemental
History: Made by Doctor Eggman as an experiment in AI and to see how effective a robot made to look completely human would be, he ended up with free will, and was, oddly enough, allowed to make his own judgements and make up his mind for himself, with no impediment from his maker.

Eventually judging his master to be misguided and a danger to the world around him, he set out to fight against his creator, but found out he had some hidden programming, preventing him from taking any action that would, within fifty chain reactions cause harm to Eggman or his plans. He began to search for a way to either get around the limit, and ended up traveling dimensions looking for one. Then he heard of the Dark Prognosticus.

Ethereality: He has two Chaos Emeralds, one in his chest that is his main power source(Emerald Green one) and an extra one(Red one), and using them together allows him to pierce the veil between dimensions.
Powers: Chaos Control: Utilizing his extra emerald, he is able to teleport himself short distances, generally within 100 meters.
Chaos Weaponry: Harnessing the emerald in his chest, he's able to form a blade of glowing green energy from his wrist area forward, reaching to two feet in length, as well as shoot bolts of green energy from his palms.
Emerald Cannon: Pulling his chest open, Alexander exposes the Emerald in his chest, from which he fires a large, meter wide beam of green energy. This move leaves him vulnerable though, as his main powersource is right there, right where someone could snatch it.
Other: (You all know what to do with this, right...? )

Secondary Form

Name: Limit Alpha
Age: 1 Year
Catalyst: 1.Releasing the Limiter on the power his systems takes in from its Emerald.
Appearance: His hair turns bleached white, his eyes burn with an inner red light, and green energy crackles across his skin.
Personality: Unrelenting, and will not stop until he is either beaten, or has either killed or beaten his opponent into a bloody pulp.
History: In an attempt to change his own programming, he managed to alter the section that regulated how much energy was drawn into his systems, essentially allowing himself to supercharge himself if necessary. It does have side effects on his mental processors due to energy overload though, creating a more ruthless and callous personality dubbed "Limit Alpha".
Other: (Same as above. Poor Other...)



Alexander
Dimension: Random Sci-Fi setting # 8675309
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Floating through the empty void of dimensional travel, Alexander was a bit lost in thought. Was this all worth it? Was there even a manageable way to get the goal he sought? No scientist or programmer he had met had been able to crack the deeply embedded programming his father had left in him as a safeguard. Thrice accursed egg shaped maniac. He just HAD to have a good idea for once.

Suddenly, he was broken from his reverie by a sudden impact. More precisely, an impact with a spaceship, large, black, nearly spherical space ship, save for fins placed intermittently around the hull, and the rear, where an engine was mounted. But, more importantly, was another marking on the paint job, the skull and crossbones.

At this, he frowned, for that indicated pirates. Pirates, as he had come to know, were, by and large, a bad thing. Well, it can't hurt to do a good deed... plus you never know what you'll find in the hands of ignorant filth.

Making a fist with his right hand, Alex extended a chaos blade, stabbing into the hull, and cutting a circle into it about the size of his body. Quickly snapped his body out of the way of the resulting chunk of hull that was sucked out into space by the rush of atmosphere from the inside of the ship. Swinging himself inward, Alex rolled under an auto-sealing door, incidentally hitting his head on a rainbow colored box that had an S on it.

[Houndoom_Lover]

(Hmm, what should I post? I know I'm going to screw this up..*sigh*)

Timpani
Dimension: A0G5-29XO-8F32L-V4SP

Timpani turned in bed, she untroubled brow suddenly became trouble. They looked weird on her fair fair head. What was she dreaming off? Why wasn't it over? Why should she be troubled, something so fair and innocent?

She brought her hand to her lip in her sleep, a restless sleep...

Timpani sat up suddenly, her chest heaving up and down...as though she was afraid of something. She looked beside her. Where was her Blumiere?

"...Blumiere...?" She called softly, trying to get control of her little heart. "Blumiere are you there?" She mouthed the words 'I'm scared', scooting down into the clean sheets more. Timpani rubbed her eyes, seeing a ranbow blur shaped almost like a polygon. She waved her hand,hitting it.

(I am now a cool trainer!! ^.^)

[Blademaster]

Crystal Tears: I truly hate to do this, but you're on warning. You said you had a post, and you haven't posted it, or even shown it to me. So, if I don't get something from you soon, I'm gonna have to have Nii removed. And I really don't want to do that. Please, show me what you have soon.

Now, time for the post... This one's short, but it's gonna at least advance the plot along.

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Blumiere
Dimension: A0G5-29XO-8F3L-V4SP

Blumiere woke up before Timpani the next morning. As the first rays of sunlight shone through his window, in fact.

This was not uncommon for the Dark Tribesman. Being a creature of shadow, he was quite sensitive to light. Such to the point that even the dimmest rays of the sun would pull him from his sleep, no matter how sound.

The former count groaned and slipped silently out of bed, walking to the closet and selecting a clean suit, identical to the one he'd worn the night prior. With a snap of his fingers, both Blumiere and his suit vanished, the click-and-drag boxes he (in)famously used to warp surrounding him and his clothing before 'flipping out' of view; a few seconds later, a vertical line traced itself down from about 7 feet off the ground to the floor; it promptly flipped itself, revealing the count, fully dressed, before zipping out of sight once more.

Blumiere studied himself in the mirror, donning his shoes, top hat, and monocle, and picking up his cane from the bedside.

Memories of the previous night came flooding back to him, but this time, Blumiere found the strength to push them aside.

'I cannot wallow in pity forever.' he chastised himself mentally. 'I have to move on. I have too much to do to afford being distracted.'

Before he could further second-guess himself, Blumiere snapped his fingers; the click-and-drag bx stretched around him, then flipped out of sight.

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"Blumiere...?" Timpani's voice said, sounding a bit afraid.

She'd just missed him...

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A few blocks away, in an alley in between two ivory-colored buildings, the dark former count reappeared, adjusting the brim of his hat before stepping out into the dusky twilight, head bowed so the Sun wouldn't irritate his sensitive eyes.

Blumiere walked across the street, arriving at a building with a sign over the door that had "Cuppa Joe's Cafe" written in bold neon letters, which were still on so early in the morning.

Blumiere pushed the door open, which caused a small bell over the door to jingle.

Not that that mattered much to Joe the store owner, who was asleep behind the counter.

Joe was a strange-looking fellow, about 4 feet tall and with a body resembling an inverted blue cone, with two non-inverted dark blue cones on either side that acted as sleeves. His three-fingered hands were blocky, and just as blue as his main body segment, which stood perched upon two triangular silver feet.

But oddest of all was Joe's head: It looked like a coffee pot, complete with a bubbling percolator at its top and a handle-like 'hairdo' on its rear! His 'mouth' was little more than a dish-shaped silver neck that his head bobbed up and down on on a short hinge, and his eyes were two brown glass bubbles at the front of his head, which were set below two thick, spiky eyebrows that connected to a pointy nose, all the same color as his sleeves.

A soft snoring emitted from Joe's mouth; with each snore came a soft bubbling sound from his percolator.

"Joe!" Blumiere said in a sharp voice as he walked up to the counter.

"ACK!"

Joe bolted awake at the call of his name, mouth flying open and steam shooting from his evidently not nonexustent ears as he was snapped out of his sleep.

"Joe, I have told you many times that you must hire help to run this shop." Blumiere sighed. "You never know when a gang of Bandits could up and pass by and see you asleep at the register..."

"Uggh... What?" Joe muttered, still half-asleep. "Blumiere...? I done told you before, I don't need no damn assistance or security system!"

"Joe, your cafe's been robbed 5 times in the last 6 months."

A rather tall Shy Guy walked in and up to the counter.

"One coffee with extra sugar, please." he asked in a squeaky voice.

"You done got it." Joe replied, turning around and pouring a cup of coffee for the Shy Guy, who removed his mask to reveal a Bandit's face underneath. The Bandit reached over the counter, grabbed the cash register, and bolted out the door with it.

"Make that 6 times." Blumiere sighed as Joe turned around.

"That'll be 2 coi- My cash register!!!" Joe barked. "Goldurn it Blumiere, why didn't you done stop him!?"

"So I could get you to admit that I'm right." Blumiere casually replied, holding out his palm; in a click-and-drag motion, several dozen coins appeared in his hand, neatly stacked.

Joe's cash register's contents.

"Blumiere, you goldurn..." Joe growled.

"Admit that I'm right." Blumiere responded coolly. "You do owe me for stopping that thief for you..."

Joe's percolator bubbled fiercely, but he finally gave in.

"Eghhh... Well... Maybe you're right..." he admitted.

Blumiere smiled; the cash register appeared on Joe's counter just as the coins did, which proceeded to disappear and then reappear inside the register, the sound of falling change inside of it providing the only evidence of this.

Joe gave Blumiere a look, then opened the register and counted the change inside.

"...Hey!" Joe snapped after a minute. "There's two coins done missing!"

Blumiere smiled and held up the two coins in question.

"I'll take that coffee if you don't mind."

Joe frowned.

"You done swindlin' son'va..." he muttered, handing over the coffee and taking his two coins back in exchange.

"It would have gone to waste anyway." Blumiere replied with a shrug, sipping the still-hot coffee.

Joe grumbled something and turned on the radio.

"-was Toadofsky's 'Mushroom Requiem #16.'," a half cut-off voice spoke from the radio, "We'll be playing Chanterelle's 'Posh Dreams' next, but first we have a special update for the more adventurous listeners out there...

Ladies and gentlemen, rumors in Flipside have been confirmed by lead dimensionologist Merlon Mage, who has reported that the Dark Prognosticus, thought to be destroyed, still exists and lies somewhere across the dimensions, just waiting to be rediscovered by some bold soul...!"

The radio continued talking, but every other sound seemed to stop... The only other audible sound was the sound of Blumiere's coffee cup falling and shattering on the floor.

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OK, so I was wrong about it being short. >_>'''

Next!

[Houndoom_Lover]

(Oh, come on guys, post something! It's short...sorry T.T I love to write *waddles away* ^_^)

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Timpani
Dimension: A0G5-29XO-8F32L-V4SP

Timpani inhaled deeply to stop the quicken pace of her heart. She flipped her white sheets up, looking around the spotless carpet for her slippers. She slipped out of bed and slipped into her slippers. She looked wearily around the room. Where could Blumiere be? Maybe he was downstairs, so with hopeful look of her face, she existed the bedroom (not before making a quick change and to use the bathroom), and travelled downstairs.

She creped down the wooden steps careful, as it is rather dangerous to walk stairs with no one around, more so in one slippers.

“Blumiere?” She called, as she got to the landing, no answer. Timpani gave a little sigh and walked into the kitchen. Breakfast was the most important meal, even if it was the meal Timpani liked the least. It was such a pointless meal, whereas lunch and dinner held exciting things. Breakfast was all ways...humble. Not the right word for it, but she poured she self a cup of orange juice and made her way to out outside patio.