Friday, 28 September 2012

Resurrecting This Place

Here you go. I've got a really crummy What If? for you all.
You can continue if you died too. Whatever works.

The two cars drove in the same lane on the road as the sun set to their right. Flame Phoenix, Lynxia Lost, Ivy Animosity and Eve L'Keet were in the car in front while Sparky Braginski, Nixion Strange, Zathract Mist and Star Inkbright. This was pretty much the old gang at its finest.
They had not all been in each other’s company for three years now, their last meeting having resulted in the defeat and arrest of Tallulah Vengeance. After their last large encounter had come to an end, most of them went their separate ways again, for the most part.
But at the word of Lavender Hope’s disappearance, they had reformed again, and were currently on-course to a run-down café in the middle of hot country. They were hoping this place held answers, for this place is where the clues they had been following very attentively had led them to.
The boots of each of the cars were loaded mostly with different weapons, canned food and water, seeing as none of them new how long they would be out in the country or what they might need in a situation.
After a long four and a half hours, each of the cars pulled up outside the old café, just as the last rays of sun disappeared beneath the horizon. Each of them got out of the car and quickly grabbed a few weapons from the boots of the cars. A few nods and short words were exchanged between the gang and they proceeded to walk into the café, their weapons hidden from view.
There were a few tables around the sides of the place and it stunk of filth and dirt. The floor was covered in muck and grease while the tables and chairs themselves looked half decayed. The lights were good enough to illuminate the entire place, but each of them flickered every now and again.
There were ten tables, each with two chairs. Two of these tables were taken with two people at them, and another with a single person sitting alone. Two of the people facing each other at one table were wearing hoods and the one sitting alone had a black veil up, covering the face. The other two people sitting at the table were not recognised by any of them. None of them had ordered anything.
Slowly, each of the gang moved to a large table that had enough seats for all of them, and the grime covering everything was ignored.
“What now?” whispered Star.
“Look around,” Sparky muttered to all of them. “Don’t make it too obvious.”
Nixion and Ivy stood up and walked over to what may have once resembled a counter on the prospect of ordering something. The rest of them remained seated and examined what of the room they could, but nothing greeted them but more grime and the sights of the strangers that occupied other tables.
After two minutes, Nixion and Ivy returned to the table and sat, both looking a little too calm.
“Find anything?” asked Flame in a hushed voice.
“She’s there,” Ivy uttered, barely audibly. “Behind the door. Tied. Gagged. Can I kill someone now?”
In unison, everyone stood while weapons emerged from everywhere and magic leaped to life. Bows and arrows, swords and guns were drawn while flame and shadows rose to aid.
The other people sitting at tables rose as well, only half a second off, and drew weapons of their own.
Crucify and Nagier lowered their hoods, Tallulah Vengeance tore off her veil.
But by then, Lynxia had already begun walking to the counter, her arrows drawn and ready to fire. And she was about to speak, probably to issue a threat, and the demand for Lavender Hope. But the bullet shot from the man behind the counter and lodged itself in her chest, and she fell to the ground.

At once, there was fury. Shouts reverberated off of the walls, gunshots flew across the room.
Zathract’s knife flew across the room and took the man’s head off before Nagier’s speeding sai buried itself in his chest. As Zathract fell to the ground, Crucify sent spinning shadow spear through Sparky’s head.

And then the chaos erupted. 

Tuesday, 17 July 2012

What If... You were to have an adventure with Derek?

In this What If?, you're going on an ADVENTURE! You can either be your character or yourself - you pick. You've got to fight something, but something that isn't normal, you know? That's be boring. Use this as your start. And you can also switch from second person to first person or third person.

You wake up with a jump. You glance around nervously. What was that sound? You were probably just dreaming...


You leap out of bed and rush out of your room, trying to find out whatever is making the noise. You don't exactly want to know - it could be dangerous - but your curiosity always gets the best of you. You walk past the door to the kitchen and stop. The sound seems to be coming from there.

You cautiously open the door and peek inside. A look of confusion comes over your face.

"...Derek? What are you doing in my kitchen?"

Derek brushes himself off and nods to the broken window. "You really should leave that open for when I need to get you for help."

"What? Why do you need my help? What's going on?"

"It's the ninjas. They're chasing me. They found out that I had escaped from their clutches, so... Now they want me back. And so who do I call on? One of my loyal minions."

"How... how did you know I was your minion?"

"My Golden Godness told me. Now then, what's your name?"

(Continue from here!)

Monday, 16 July 2012

Has anyone done a 'Gone' what if?

I'll do one, anyway.

'It's a FAYZ dude, it's a FAYZ...'

Suddenly, all the people over the age of '15' are gone, 'poof', the world is turned chaotic.

Murder lines the street, Kids killing each other over food, there is no order, soon the food disappears, water is running out.

There's nothing left for you and soon, on the 34th night of the FAYZ, someone comes for you.

A white light, blinding... Someone talking to you softly; "Come..."


(Is this done right?)

Monday, 7 May 2012

Elaisse vs Nagier

       Zathract Mist's head polled to one side, his mouth slack and his eyes closed. The Infected backed away from the tree. Who's order they were following remained a mystery but one thing was for sure; they were about to regret chaining Zath to a tree.
       Zath's eyes snapped open but they were no longer the eyes Lynxia knew. They were now cold and mocking.
        Nagier took a step forward and the tree snapped in half as he broke free of the rope. He flicked a hand and all ten Infected were crushed by the shadows into something smaller than an ant.
        "Oh crap, not again." Lynxia said taking a step back.
        "Oh, come on Mist." Nix said drawing his machette. Nix advanced a step and swung the blade but Nagier swatted him aside like an irksome fly.
        Anger rose in Lynxia and a laugh telling her to give in filled her ears.
        "Let me handle it. Let me." Elaisse said, excited at a chance to be free. Lynxia didn't want to but she did. She let go and fell into the darkness that is oblivion. Her eyes rolled back and the anger swept over her, consuming her very being.
        Elaisse opened her eyes and took a breath. Too long had she been trapped, but now she had a job to do.
        Lynxia wished she could help Nix but Elaisse was stronger so she had just let go. Now all she could do was watch, wait and hope.
Elaisse looked at Nagier.
        "Sorry Zath, but not again." she said in her cold voice.
        "Um, hi Elaisse. How are you?" Vena Coil said trying to get close enough to Elaisse to give her an anvil.
        Elaisse looked at her.
        "Keep away." she said and threw the anvil into the lake.
        Nagier walked over to an unconscious Nixion, picked him up by his throat and slammed him into a tree.
        "Keep away from him!" Elaisse roared, Lynxia's emotions fuelling her, and flung Nagier off Nixion then turned to face him.
        Vena seemed determined to help Elaisse so she pulled out an axe. "Take it," she said "He's coming." 
        Elaisse looked at the axe and laughed. "I don't need an axe." she said.
        This annoyed Vena. She reached out with her mind and selves into Elaisse's, which, of course, was not appreciated.
        Nagier got up from his landing stance and sent a wave of shadows at Elaisse.
        Elaisse, however, was throwing Vena into a tree. "Lynxia may not like doing this to 'friends' but I have no such problem." she turned then and raised her hand just intoned to turn the wave into a trickle at her feet.
        Gabriel Cobalt ran on from the forest, sword drawn. "This aught to be interesting. I'll just sit here and watch you kill yourselves." he said, sitting against a tree.
        Vena got up and drew her own sword. "Suit yourself." she said, advancing on Elaisse.
        "Very interesting. Necromancer vs Necromancer." Elaisse said turning the trickle of shadows into shards and throwing them at Nagier.
        Star came from by the cliff, running to the source of the commotion. She looked at Nagier and Elaisse facing each other, both surrounded by coiling darkness and realisation dawned upon her face.
        Vena was now right behind Elaisse and she sent a mind bolt that crumpled Elaisse to the ground but Elaisse just stood up again like nothing was there.
        "Leave me alone, Vena, or I swear by the Golden God I will break you." Elaisse said, still looking at Nagier.
        Nagier raised a hand lazily and the knives jetted back towards Elaisse.
        "Something tells me this is going to continue in a similar fashion..." he said, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
        Luciana Scáth ran up and nearly crashed into Star.
        "Turnips." she cursed.
        Vena offered her hand to both of them "Partners?" she asked.
        Elaisse slashed the knives with a wave of her hand.
        "Yes, it does, doesn't it?
        But you nearly hurt Nixon, Nagier. Lynxia doesn't like that. And if I let her down then I'm the one who doesn't see daylight. It's not nice being trapped inside her mind." she said and ran at Nagier, shadow walking him to the middle of the lake before returning to dry land.
        As Nagier fell, he coated himself in shadows and shadow walked back to shore.
        "It's no nicer being trapped in Mist's mind. I have no idea why he's let me out. Maybe he's distracted. Or just feeling particularly murderous. It doesn't matter to me." he said and threw a shadow knife at Vena who was now attempting to creep up on Elaisse again.
        "Stop disrupting this battle or I will personally destroy you after I've dealt with Lynxia's darker side." he continued looking slightly annoyed and shadow walked behind Elaisse and drove a shard of darkness into her back.
         "Hell..." Gabriel said and activated his sigils.

Once again, anyone can be there. If you're not there already feel free to drop in you don't have to just keep to who's here.
So, yeah. Get going!

Lynxia x

Saturday, 5 May 2012

May the odds be EVER in your favour! ...Oh, wait

Yes, this is a What If in Hunger-Games-World. Deal with it.

You are standing in the town square of your District while the Effie version of whatever District you live in is about to pick out the names of the two Tributes for the 55th Annual Hunger Games (only because if I make it the 76th, it would contradict with what has actually happened in the books).
You name is read out.


Wednesday, 2 May 2012

Monday, 30 April 2012

Just for the hell of it

Originally, this was a short I was writing, then I got bored with it. So, why don't you guys finished it? Only Nixion (and the small army) are there. I want a good long one, not a paragraph *coughEvecough*. Very long...
That will be all! Oh, and if you haven't already, do Lynxia's one bellow.

Nix looked at the small army. The army all looked back at him. They continued to look at him.
“Oh hell,” Nixion said.
He couldn’t tell what the army were. They weren’t zombies, that much was obvious. He couldn’t be sure that they weren’t vampires, or sorcerers, or any number of things that could kill him at such a large number.
One of them walked forward. He was in his late twenties, tall and the evil grin on his face said it all.
“Who are you?” He asked, still grinning.
“Yes,” Nixion said, nodding. Time for some old tactics.
 The grin was replaced by a confused frown. “What?”
“Of course,” Nixion said, and then he laughed.
“What do you mean?”
It was Nixion’s turn to frown. “I’m afraid I don’t understand.”
“What are you talking about?” The man hissed, growing angry.
“Oh. No no no, it’s more of a beat.”
The man was close to losing it. He looked back at the army, none of which seemed to understand what was going on.
Nixion then began to hum a very fast tune. The man turned back to Nixion, and as he was opening his mouth to say something. Nixion, almost faster than the eye could see, unsheathed his machete and cut the man’s throat. 
Nixion, still humming the tune, watched as the man fell to the ground. The army seemed to stop, thrown off by the sudden killing. It was in this stop that Nixion made his move.
Still humming the tune, which was steadily getting faster, Nixion ran at the army. Still confused, they leapt out of the way. After a few seconds they came to their senses, but by then Nixion was running past them, and deeper into the warehouse.