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Joined: 3-May 06
Data stared at the screen a long time. He paid little attention to the people around him. He was still amazed that the Borg Queen was still alive. He saw Captain Picard kill her himself. But then, the Borg have many tricks wich Starfleet can only begin to imagine.
"I have a question," said Data.
"What is it Commander?" asked Gaia
"What exactly is Voldemort gathering these people for?"
"We are unsure at the moment. Maybe while you all are on Earth you can help us figure that out."
Data was silent for the remainder of there time in the garden. He was trying to figure out what Voldemort wanted. He glanced over at the others. He met eyes with Trowa who scoffed. At times like these he wished Dr. Soong would have given him skin that was less pale.
Member No.: 61
Joined: 7-November 05
((Whee, my charecter's from the right time period, so she should recognize some of these people)) Dairine was a bit annoyed. "So none of these people are from the near past, I guess, but me?" She popped open Spot's screen. "I know these people. Some of them anyway." she said, looking around. "Data, I recognize, from Trek. Edmond, from Narnia. Voldemort is from Harry Potter..." She stopped. "Do you have any idea how odd this sounds?" She inspected something on Spot's screen. "Which Death Eater?" she asked Ellie
Member No.: 61
Joined: 7-November 05
"Hmmm..." Dairine said, "Malfoy, maybe? Of course it could also be Snape or Fenrir Greyback." she typed something and the pictures popped up. She turned the screen so Ellie could see. "Any of these look familiar?"
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Joined: 6-August 05
Trowa stared up at the faces on the screen- one had long, obviously well cared for blonde hair, the like of which he hadn't seen since he'd last met Dorothy Catalonia, who had the oddest eyebrows in the history of the colonies... The second had greasy black hair and a hooked nose, and the last had a hardbitten, vicious look to him. If he'd believed in them, Trowa would have classed him as a werewolf.
"He is." Gaia said quietly. Trowa jumped.
"A werewolf." Trowa gave her a quizzical look and Gaia tapped the side of her head. "I can read the thoughts on the surface of your mind. If I wanted to make you think you were a six year old girl for the rest of your life, I'd search deeper, but I don't think that's a good idea. Your manager and sister would kill me." Trowa had to smile, albeit weakly.
"Look, I understand that you're a little overwhelmed by this Trowa, and I don't blame you- this is more than two hundred years before your time! However, I think it would help if you were a little kinder to your team mates. You were always the most polite Gundam pilot..." Trowa coughed lightly.
"... sorry, second most. Quatre's the most polite..." Gaia came very close to blushing. "But what I mean is, you were the one who warned Wufei to be polite to Relena when she came aboard the Peacemillion, what was it you said?"
"At least be polite when Heero brings her here. It's so easy to hurt a woman's feelings?" Trowa offered. Gaia shrugged.
"Close enough. Despite the fact that a comment like that is likely to get you violently slapped in this time, because I must admit that comment is rather sexist, almost like you're saying women are emotionally weaker than men, perhaps you should apply it to yourself." She grimaced. "Ye gods, I'm acting like a mother. There's something faintly disturbing about that."
"But you're Mother Earth." Trowa said lightly. Gaia sniffed.
"True. But I do prefer my name to that title."
"Sorry, Gaia." She smiled and shrugged, moving over to Ellie, who was still studying the faces on the screen. Trowa nodded to himself and moved closer to Commander Data, whom Dairine had said came from something called 'Trek'.
"Excuse me..." he said hesitantly. "I er, I wanted to apologise for any coldness I may have expressed towards you. Please believe that it was unintentional, and a result of mybewilderment at this place." He stood back and waited a little nervously for the Commander to answer, glad of his odd fringe, hiding half of his face.
((OOC- Trowa's sorry! Now he can be his real self, after Gaia's pep talk. So go on, make him ashamed of his cold treatment of your characters- if he hurt their feelings!))
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Joined: 9-June 06
Edmund leaned against a wall, Earth? It sounded, so... so, familiar. Then it clicked, Earth, war drobe spare oom, his mother. Edmund pictured his mother, the beautiful figure smiled in his mind and urged him to speak. "Gaia?" He asked looking at Mother Earth, "Yes, Edmund?" She asked nodding toward him. "Is, is the war over?" He asked his voice choked. "The war ended a while ago Edmund," Gaia said knowing what Edmund was talking about. Edmund sighed in relif and took off his silver crown. Gazing at it then running a hand through his hair. "You can count me in."
Group: Lady of the Tower
Member No.: 96
Joined: 17-December 05
(OOC: No need! I'm here! I did forget about this. Sorry everyone!)
In a graveyard that is hidden far away from the mere Muggles prying eyes there was a wizard who was contemplating what was going to be taking place in the next couple of days. He was slightly pleased with the progress that he had been making with recruiting new “help.” Just because things were going slightly smoothly did not mean that he was going to get sloppy with confidence. The Dark Lord always knew that people were on the lookout for him, but this time he felt that it was bigger than Dumbledore’s Order.
The Dark Lord’s new headquarters were a creepy house near the graveyard where he gained power with Harry Potter's blood. There were so many repellant spells against the house that it would take the whole of Dumbledore’s blessed Order, and more, to get rid of them all to safely pass through. The only reason that the Death Eaters could come and go as they please was because of the fact that there was a recognition spell on the house that immediately recognized the magical properties of The Dark Mark and let them through. It was more challenging getting the new help into the house but he had managed by casting a few spells on them to make sure that everything went smoothly. Right now all of his new helpers were in the house waiting for an explanation of why they had been brought here.
“My Lord.” A meek voice interrupted The Dark Lord’s thoughts.
“This better be good Wormtail.” He hissed as he slithered through the graveyard toward his pathetic servant, who recoiled in fear at the mere sight of him.
“They want answers. Especially that Carlotta.” He whispered.
Lord Voldemort’s eyes blazed a dangerous red, which made Wormtail flinch even more, “I will not be pushed around by a bunch of… very well Wormtail. I will be ready for them in a few minutes. Bring them here.”
“Yes, my Lord.” Wormtail bowed and ran back to the house as face as his chubby legs could carry him.
Lord Voldemort thought about his new help: Carlotta Guidicelli the Prima Donna from the Opera House, Mary Sue, The Borg Queen, and Nightshade the Assassin. They all seemed to provide adequate help to his master plan of getting rid of the Muggles and Muggle-Borns so that he would have ultimate power over the world.
This post has been edited by Miss Dusk on Jul 10 2006, 07:59 PM
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((Good to have ya here ))
La Carlotta Guidicelli was being ushered from the house, along with many, towards a rather disturbing graveyard. The immense fog and darkness did nothing to calm her, now.
Really, zees fog ees do-eeng nossing for mah complexion.
The cowering buffoon of a servant was stammering in his speech, beckoning them forward. He attempted to put a chubby hand on her sleeve but she immediately flinched. "Zees is zee finest Italian seelk! How-a dare you-a touch?!"
He muttered hasty apologies and quickened his pace. By her side, a Mary Sue was looking around with an irritatingly optimistic expression strewn across her pretty features. She flipped her long and flawless rose-colored hair over her shoulder, before stopping in her tracks.
"Ohmigawd!" She yelped, manicured finger pointing at her feet where, oddly enough, a ladybug jittered past. "It's beautiful! Can I, like, keep it?"
Carlotta clenched her fists, and with one swift move, brought a heel over the insignificant bug with a sickening crunch. Mary Sue gasped at the sheer violence (Oh teh horror!) and was about to scream when she realized they had stopped and were standing right before the Dark Lord himself.
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Joined: 7-November 05
((whee! time to bring in my villain)) The Lone One appeared right next to the annoying Mary Sue, causing to go into a very beautiful faint. To those congregated at the graveyard, he appeared to be a tall, menacing man wearing a cloak. "I have heard of your plot, and wish to offer my services." he said, with a voice like ice. ((Not the best intro, but he'll get better, I promise)) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dairine frowned at Ellie's recognician of the werewolf. "That could cause a few problems." she said. Noting Trowa's attempts at an apology, she waved them off. "I've been a bit brisk myself Trowa. Not everyone wants to hear they're from a television show." she said guiltily.
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(OOC- Can we keep posts from good and bad characters separate?)
Trowa nodded slowly, then looked over to Gaia.
"When do I get my Gundam back?"
"Gundam?" Edmund frowned at the unfamiliar word.
"It's a Mobile Suit, made of Gundanium alloy. Virtually indestructible, unless hit by a ship's cannon or if I hit the self destruct button." He frowned in memory of the day he had almost done it. Catherine had stopped him.
"Mobile Suit?" It was Ellie's turn to question. Gaia sighed an flipped a switch, bringing up footage of Trowa's beloved Heavyarms Gundam on the big screen, before letting it go blank.
"That's a Gundam." She sighed. Trowa nodded.
"Anyway, I have some things for you to take with you to Earth- the time has almost come." Gaia gestured for her minions to come forward.
"These are communication devices, that double as wristwatches. Hit the dial on the right side to activate it. All are linked to each other, and Trowa's Heavyarms." They each had one strapped to their right wrists.
"A variety of weapons are also available- all earth and nature themed, of course." Gaia smiled. She LOVED a good old cliche.
"May we see them?" Dairine asked, and Gaia nodded. She swept her arm to the side and a cliff face swung around, redirecting a waterfall. A variety of guns, knives and swords were arranged neatly on racks. Trowa rushed over to inspect a large bazooka cannon, designed to look like a tree branch.
"These are amazing." He said, testing the weight on his shoulder.
(Ends as Trowa fangirls - who aren't present- sigh and swoon down on Earth... what? He's meant to be a very attractive, very solemn and intelligent young man... if he wasn't a cartoon, my god he would be!!! *realises what she just said* Oh dear...)