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Jerith Azden
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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Vejisama
So begins...
Jerith Azden's Story
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Overhead, the sounds of a flying machine could be heard. Apparent to eyesight, it looked to be a type of transport carrier of sorts. Now, to many the carrier appeared to be dipping quite low to the ground, especially in such a populated area. It was only when it plowed through a radio antennae that whoever witnessed would surely assume the worst. As it descended overhead, the sudden sounds of stressed metal, and alloy, could be heard. It wasn't shortly thereafter that a figure proceeded to tear through the hull and begin freefall.
"Mother fuckers! What fucking hellhole am I on now!?" He could be heard bellowing mid fall. It was then that he struck the very edge of said club, clattering and bouncing off of it much like a ragdoll. The vast majority of his momentum was taken from initial impact, but his body still struck the concrete ground with enough force to leave fissures and cracks.
"Bloody hell. That had to be a good sixteen story drop..." He then announced, mostly to himself, whilst he watched on as the carrier vanished beyond the line of sight. From there, he listened intently until the satisfying sound of collision, and destruction, was heard.
"Boom..."
And as if on cue, the sounds of multiple explosions ensued.
"Mother fuckers! What fucking hellhole am I on now!?" He could be heard bellowing mid fall. It was then that he struck the very edge of said club, clattering and bouncing off of it much like a ragdoll. The vast majority of his momentum was taken from initial impact, but his body still struck the concrete ground with enough force to leave fissures and cracks.
"Bloody hell. That had to be a good sixteen story drop..." He then announced, mostly to himself, whilst he watched on as the carrier vanished beyond the line of sight. From there, he listened intently until the satisfying sound of collision, and destruction, was heard.
"Boom..."
And as if on cue, the sounds of multiple explosions ensued.
"This ain't hell, lady. I've been there. And what's the matter? You never seen men rainin' from the sky? How's that song go again?" He looked off to the side in thought. How did that fucking song go again? It didn't matter, really.
"A brick? You could say that. Built like a brick shithouse, is more like it. The fuck are we, anyway?" His eyes slid over to the poor bastard that was flattened like a pancake, then danced up to see where it had come from. Well, doesn't that just beat all? He'd managed to loosen a portion of the roofs edge. Poor fuck.
"Uh, alright. I'll get up. Ain't shit just peachy around here. Everyone's friendly. Blah blah blah."
Rising to his feet, he looked about in wonderment. Where had that transport actually taken him? Last he knew, he was on route to a different prison planet. Yeah. Prison. But, he still maintained the fact that he was innocent. You pick on someone with the ability to sprint through a tank, you're likely to get fucked up. Mutants. Super hero's. Whatever you want to call him. He was one of them. Governments shouldn't get involved with such shit, let alone chase you down. So, for defending himself, and laying waste to several members of various outfits, not to mention vast amounts of damage to various properties, he was placed in a prison system.
Since. He's been shipped around to various prison's in hope that he could actually be held. Lucky break that the guys on that transport weren't paying much attention...
"A brick? You could say that. Built like a brick shithouse, is more like it. The fuck are we, anyway?" His eyes slid over to the poor bastard that was flattened like a pancake, then danced up to see where it had come from. Well, doesn't that just beat all? He'd managed to loosen a portion of the roofs edge. Poor fuck.
"Uh, alright. I'll get up. Ain't shit just peachy around here. Everyone's friendly. Blah blah blah."
Rising to his feet, he looked about in wonderment. Where had that transport actually taken him? Last he knew, he was on route to a different prison planet. Yeah. Prison. But, he still maintained the fact that he was innocent. You pick on someone with the ability to sprint through a tank, you're likely to get fucked up. Mutants. Super hero's. Whatever you want to call him. He was one of them. Governments shouldn't get involved with such shit, let alone chase you down. So, for defending himself, and laying waste to several members of various outfits, not to mention vast amounts of damage to various properties, he was placed in a prison system.
Since. He's been shipped around to various prison's in hope that he could actually be held. Lucky break that the guys on that transport weren't paying much attention...
"Perfect. Huh. This place must be full of crazies." He muttered, glancing at his arm. It'd feel normal, for the most part, aside from the fact it felt like the muscle underneath was akin to titanium.
"My help? The fuck for. Names Jerith."
"My help? The fuck for. Names Jerith."
As she had suspected, he wouldn't budge. It'd probably appear almost comical. He wouldn't move until he heard her out.
"A fighting tournament? Are you kidding me?" The look he gave her was nearing ridicule but it fell flat when her next question left her mouth.
"You're about as smart as a bag of rocks...Did you not hear me ask where the hell we are? My god...I knew there was something wrong when I fell. I've got to be dead..."
"A fighting tournament? Are you kidding me?" The look he gave her was nearing ridicule but it fell flat when her next question left her mouth.
"You're about as smart as a bag of rocks...Did you not hear me ask where the hell we are? My god...I knew there was something wrong when I fell. I've got to be dead..."
"Wing city. Terra? Never heard of em. But what the fuck ever. I've been on planets whose names I couldn't even say without feigning a thick germanswedishanese accent..." His head tilted slightly.
"Prize, eh? Money. Fame. Power. Sounds appealing. But don't those always sound appealing. So, I just win this bitch, and it's mine, huh? Sounds simple enough." He spoke, but stopped once she mentioned government.
"Government? You got my full attention now. I'll railroad the bitches. Fuck the government. They try to lock up guys like me. Test on you. Try and duplicate your shit. Bastards..."
"Prize, eh? Money. Fame. Power. Sounds appealing. But don't those always sound appealing. So, I just win this bitch, and it's mine, huh? Sounds simple enough." He spoke, but stopped once she mentioned government.
"Government? You got my full attention now. I'll railroad the bitches. Fuck the government. They try to lock up guys like me. Test on you. Try and duplicate your shit. Bastards..."
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*feels a slight tremor of energy*
”
Aneres Coreveon wasn't dressed as obscurely as she would have liked to believe. The shimmering white kimono-style overlayer embroidered with golden moons down the sleeves, the long-hemmed fringe coming to rest just above the hemline of golden bell-bottoms. Beneath was a plain white top. A golden chain poked out from the collar but the rest of it was tucked beneath the shirt.
There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.
Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.
"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.
There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.
Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.
"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.
"Bristol, very nice to meet you," Aneres extended her own hand and delicately gripped his. She frowned upon hearing that he didn't know what it was either.
"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."
One of her Over's coughed. She rolled her eyes. They were always concerned she would reveal too much. Aneres had yet to do so.
"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."
One of her Over's coughed. She rolled her eyes. They were always concerned she would reveal too much. Aneres had yet to do so.
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Ha. That's my problem too. Where you tryna get to?
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Ha. See you, man. I gotta go somewhere.
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