The Opposer of God (Closed)

In the out doors, Jadis was lounging in the restuarants; they had indoor seats, but she enjoyed the exterior. It was warm with the latterns lit about the tables set. The coolness of the world never bothered Jadis perferring a coolness with only a fur pelt to drape around her shoulders. Today she wore a pale blue tunic with thin white sandal. Her hair was now wavy as it was pulled back from her face tightly. Silver mistletoe pins held her hair back making the front sleek ending in wavy tresses.

Her skin was pale, but there was colored life in her green moss eyes and blood red lips. A silver mistletoe crown rimmed across her forehead; it wasn't the typical crown to wear ontop of her head. Her ears drapped long earring match the crown as well making her unified. The aristocratic empress hardly leaves her domain fashionable; oddly it was crucial as the lesson of dressing has been engraved in her mind since childhood.

Today, the beauty witch was sitting alone in the black ironed chair with silver teacups on the match black table. In the center of the table, a large ice ball sat with ever changing color inside. Call it a crystal ball if one liked, but today Jadis would use it for scrying. Silently she lifted a cup of tea to her lips for a sip until a light flashed in her peripheral.

Humming lowly, her high head turned like a raptor towards the newcomer.

Zero watched as the man approached a woman. I've never seen this guy come to good old Traverse Town before, he's probably asking for directions, Zero thought, his eyes pointed at them. He wondered if he should show himself... would that seem out of the ordinary? Of course, this was Traverse Town, a place of gathering, anything could happen. As Zero attempted to shift his position on the rooftop, his foot slipped on a wet tile. Damn... he thought.

Zero yelped as he slid down the roof, tripped over the gutter, and landed on his face with a THUMP. "Ouch... not my best landing," he said to himself before realizing that he was but a few feet away from those he was observing.

Do you like tea, coffee, hot chocolate... I am not alarmed a lot of odd things occur here, Traverse Town. You wouldn't be the first to arrive at an alien world far from your homeland. Come sit with me; we'll have another with us soon.


This person was apparently rather curtious to not even ask a strangers name. He walked to the side opposite of her and pulled the chair out and sat down not leaning back but not sitting on the edge of the chair. He kept his legs straight and arms on his legs to show some etiquette.

"I prefer green tea with a hint of lemon and no sugar. Ah, I do not believe I've introduced myself, I am Naoya Ryuushi, and what exactly do you mean that we'll have another with us?" Naoya questioned wondering just who she was. His mind was working at a fast pace while most of it was questioning what the odd ball of ice was. Communication device, transmitter, etcetera; whatever it was his mind looked on it curious and analytical. He then heard a large thump and saw a man had fallen from the roof. His first reaction was to get up and see how he was but the woman hadn't even looked his way so he figured that the man was okay.

"Seeing how you arrived, you didn't have much of a rough arrival."

After her saying that he felt the cold drop and could feel the heat of the lanterns. "No it was not but it was rather surprising. I didn't expect something such as that to hap-" As he was speaking he felt a thump in his mind meaning Remiel had wanted to speak with him. He kept his mouth shut as Remiel started to speak.

"My child, be cautious. I feel an uneasy aura about this woman and it is not the cold that has disappeared. Please be wary of this my son." Remiel spoke with his pure angellic voice and loving tone. Though he was a rebel angel he cared for humanity unlike the god that he had left.

"I'm quite sorry for that mam, that shall happen at times but think nothing of it." Naoya apologized with a half smile and closed eyes. He would take Remiel's advice and have it guide some of his actions.

(Prepare for some mood-breaking craziness. just a warning)

"Gwehehehe! Jailhou - blablablablaaaa!" 627 unsuccesfully tried to sing the music of The King, jailhouse rock, as he easily swung open the wide doors to the second district. In his grinning, waving mouth was a huge lollipop. A prize from bullying this little kid during his adventures. His singing ended with a loud crunch. the red lollipop fell to the floor, half of it now was just a big beartrap bite mark. "Gwahaha! Evil! Evil!" The little red devil had another fun time doing what he did best, evil. Through his constant attacks and pranks, this town would slowly, but essentially become his own kingdom.

"Hmm? ... eeeeeviiiiil ..." 627's gumball nose sniffed out a new, alien scent to this district. The town had constant newcomers, which was actually an effective part of 627's evil doing. More victims meant more ways of ruining their times. The red alien, intent on finding the new smell, scurried down on all fours. His nose bulged as it filled with more scents. One of them was familiar, icy and evil. The others would have to be interrogated soon.

The experiment crawled onto a wall's corner. Jumping out into the open, he roared out. "EVIL!" .... hmm .... 627 recognized Jadis, but the other two victims were new to himself. He twitched his ears and squinted his eyes, trying to menacingly glare at the entire table of humans.

Green tea with a twist of lemon and sugar dear.

Naoya nodded his head in thanks and took a sip, the taste rather delightful. He placed it back down on the tray and watched as several events took place the first being the man wanting to be called Zero approach and name himself and a furry red creature that the woman had addressed as a gremlin appear with a shout of evil and proceeded to glare at him. He met the creatures gaze with a simple stare thinking back. The creature had reminded him of the demons that his cult had summoned. And though it could be described as a horrifying creature to some he had seen much worse.

He shook his head when she had said that he could have one of the buns, he wasn't very hungry and even going as far to say that he had felt somewhat sick. He wasn't sure if it was the odd liquid that had made his drink or if it was the travel but something was... off. He took another sip as the woman introduced herself as Jadis. He was quite curious about the liquid but kept his mouth shut, if she would explain it she would but if not, it was fine.

"I know I have already asked this but would you tell me where exactly we are? Though Naoya knew this was a time for courtesy and introductions he felt that he should at least knew where he was. His thoughts drifted to the time before he came here. The cult had been slaughtered by the angels they were bent on destroying and he was the only survivor. And as he had checked to see if anyone was alive he began thinking of his brother and at that moment wanted to see him. His necklace began to flash before he was blinded by a light and brought here. Perhaps his brother was here and better yet maybe one of them would know of him.

"I know this is a bit sudden but I would like to know if either of you would happen to know of someone who looked my age and a bit like myself who goes by the name of Lyon?" When those words left his mouth he realized that he had left himself possibly open by revealing something about himself. He had let his emotions cloud his judgement but he would try to not let that happen again.

627 glared at the pastry that was suddenly presenting itself to him. The alien's gumball nose began sniffing and bulging at the snack so much, the nostrils were big enough to actually fit it in. "Heheheh!" It was food! But .... unfortunatley, it was .... good food .... and good things are exactly what he wanted to avoid. But, it was food too .... and 627 loved snacking .... With a reluctant snarrl, the red alien sloppily devoured the pastry. Green slobber flew everywhere as it was quickly chopped down by his large, yellow teeth. "Gwoohoohoo!" He hopped up and down from the delicious taste. Must. have. more!

627 crawled over to the table and snatched at the entire plate of pastries. his mouth swung open and devoured every snack ..... "Gwaaa?" The alien paused. Thick slime slowly drooled out of his mouth. A familiar name ... Lyon .... "Spitewy! Evil! EVIIIL!" 627 spat all of the slobber-coated pastries at Naoya's clothes. "Ih! Ih! Meega know Lyon! Evil! Lyon dumby! Evil!"