Argentum City

Ary witnessed the murderous rampage. She saw the innocent live get taken away. She heard their cry's. She felt their deaths. She had still been following Lyda after the candle shop and she approached the doors of Aruns house. She hesitated before knocking.

Lolita had been sitting, quietly sipping her tea, reminiscing about the past when a very loud crash brought her back to reality. The teacup dropped from her hands, and with inhuman speed she caught it just before it hit the ground. She took the small china tea cup and set it on the table before going to investigate. She opened the window next to the front door, a window which should have been impossible to open, and looked out. She saw some vagabond of a man, most likely some beggar from the slums looking for work standing there. It was then that she peered out further and noticed that he was carrying an array of strange weapons. She saw Arun simply standing there as if he was at some strangers house waiting for someone to open the door. It was then that she looked past the two and saw the world outside. A world very different from her own. Gone were the horse-drawn carriages and cobblestone streets, gone were the women in their fine dresses and corsets. Gone were parasols, and hand-painted signs. These had all been stolen and replaced with strange glowing lights, and even stranger buildings. What sort of a city was this? She climbed out the window and walked right behind Arun, not even hearing the confrontation between the two, or even the gunshot. She was oblivious to everything except for this new environment. Even the sky above her was strange, it was lighter somehow, as if the factories of London had simply disappeared. She walked a bit, then stayed put, almost afraid to venture out. As she reached the street a strange contraption flew past her at amazing speed. It almost looked like a carriage without the horses. As It was then that she looked down at her feet and spotted something familiar, a newspaper. As soon as she picked it up, she knew that despite appearances it was also alien to her. Her gears nearly stopped turning when she spied the date on the page. Not the day, or the month, but the year. 2050. It was nearly 209 years later. But how can this be, I was only unconscious for a few hours. The full gravity of the situation dawned on her and she simply stood there. Her eyes were blank, and her gears were spinning faster than they ever had before, trying to absorb the information. It was when she felt a strange presence go past her and into the house that she snapped back. Though her mind was still spinning with the realization of the time that had lapsed, she walked inside, following the strange aura. When she got to the door, it was pure and complete chaos. Arun had sustained some sort of wound, and there was a strange girl standing there. For once she wasn't quite sure how to conduct herself. It would not seem to be the time for introductions. She simply stood there and stared, waiting for someone to acknowledge her. She had made several realizations this afternoon, she was far from home, far from her time, and her mother, being mortal was probably long dead, along with most of her targets. Though, she must find a way to complete her assignment, her mother's last instructions to her. Then she remembered the photographs, in the drawer of a house that probably no longer existed.

Arun and Gannon continued to host the gathering, serving foods and drinks to the guests until night had fallen. (Sorry, not much conversation topic right now. We need a pinch of epic…)

(Anyone got a plan for some epic-ness?)

(I'll have a post typed in a second. Trust me, it will prove amusing.)

Lolita's trance was broken when she heard the new person introducing themselves. Almost instinctively she introduced herself and curtsied. She took a seat next to the strange guest, they were staring at her as much as she was staring at them. Though, Lolita, now hidden behind her black lace fan, had mastered the art of studying someone without looking like you were even looking at the person. Lolita could not determine if the person was a boy or girl. So very confusing. Though they had long hair, and a feminine face, they were wearing boy's clothes and no corset. She continued staring, not knowing what to think. They said their name was Lyda, that is certainly a girl's name. Usually she would've dismissed this person as low-class, but then the girl was also a friend of Arun's. The only proper thing to do would be to get her outfitted at a dressmaker's. I should still have some coins, the ones mother gave me that night. she thought. She accepted the tea as it was given to her with a thanks. She looked up at the girl, "Miss Lyda, tell me, have you ever owned a proper corset?" she asked, not waiting to hear the reply she said "Tommorow we shall have you outfitted at a proper dressmaker's. Its simply scandalous to be out and about without one. And in men's clothing no less!" Lolita said these last lines in a hushed whisper as if she was afraid of being overheard.

(Explanation: In Lolita's time girls didn't wear pants. I'm making an assumption that Lyda is wearing jeans or pants. So sorry if this is wrong. So at first Lolita thinks she's a boy, because she's used to the two genders being very clearly defined. Also in her time not wearing a corset was like not wearing a shirt now.)

(Anyone opposed to skipping until the next morning?)

(No. I guess I can write the skip since I won't be able to come on all day. And I'm up while you are all asleep. Yey early morning starts! )

(Am I correct in assuming its still night or very early morning?)

Lolita awoke, and pushed open the coffin. The room was pitch black, though Lolita could see fine. Not because of any special power, but because the way her sight worked was very a different from a human. He eyes reflected light much like a cat. Lolita was unsure of what had woken her. She heard a scream and tilted her head to the side. Nothing new. Many nights she'd been woken up by the sound of her mother sobbing and crying. Lolita felt sympathy, but there was nothing she could do. Though she could feel emotion, it often seemed like those emotions were buried deep within her mind. Only great trauma could bring them out again. Hearing other strange, unidentified sounds, like many voices, she decided to investigate. Lolita lit a candle in a brass holder she'd found and proceeded downstairs in her night clothes. Her night clothes consisted of her two lower-most petticoats, her blouse, and her stockings. The skirt hoop and corset were upstairs. She descended the stairs from her room. She first saw Lyda sitting in front of a curious glowing box. Lolita got closer until she was standing next to Lyda "Ah, moving pictures! Mother showed me one once. But where is the projector? And how is it in color. Its so...real...as if the woman were in the same room, but smaller." Lolita was absolutely fascinated, she set the candle down on a table and sat down on a chair next to where Lyda sat. Her eyes never blinked nor left the screen.

(Skip to breakfast and whatnot? ^^)

Name: Iris
Species (Human or Demigod): Demigod
Age: Unknown (Acts around 21-23)
Gender: Female
Ability (If Demigod): Possession- ability to put forth one's own mind forcibly into another's body. She does not acquire their ability though. Iris must touch the person's bare skin to switch bodies.


Personality: Aside from her ability, Iris is overall forceful and manipulative, always trying to get her way. She is conceited, vain, and selfish.

Histoy: After being pursued by the most dangerous demigod clan, Iris was cornered. Her body was torn into pieces, and she lived only by leaving her own body. Now she is trapped, forced to jump from body to body. However, the longer she stays in a body, the harder it is for her to control. Therefore, Iris leaves bodies around every 30 days.



Appearance: Unknown.

(Something's wrong, guys. And I don't think anything we write out of the blue will change the state of the roleplay. We screwed up somewhere along the line, and it's going downhill. We need really good ideas or - sorry for saying this - a partial or possibly even complete restart.)