In a cataclysm known as the Nightfall, the worlds were almost completely destroyed by a harrowing surge of darkness.
In the shadows of the ensuing chaos a new group has taken shape. Led by an Aegyl named Kalos, the 11th Hour touts an esoteric knowledge of how to combat the darkness and restore the worlds. They might be the worlds’ best chance at survival; but nobody really knows enough about them to confirm or deny their claims.
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Trouble edged closer and closer to total chaos, patience edged even closer to tension. The townspeople of Disney had been busy upon returning from their safe sanctuary. Led by Queen Minnie, they began cleaning, reviving, and re-building the glory of their kingdom. A glory that had been once strucken down by wars of heartless and nobody monsters. These loyal peasants cleaned and tidied up an already destroyed town, but now, just over one night, mysterious crime waves snuck in, adding to their stress and troubles. Globs and splatters of sickening, empty black ink had creeped all along the streets, the corners, and even the houses, of the land. The blackening of the town's glory was just a kick in the gut, but to add insult to injury, there have also been multitudes of robberies. Family houses plundered of valuables, museums devoid of any artwork, shops emptied of money. Days of hard work to rejuvinate the land, lost to a familiar foe.
Some tentacles of black ink found their way in the halls of Disney castle as well. Spelling out a large, obvious message in its blackened mess.
DENIZENS OF DISNEY CASTLE, I HAVE RETURNED TO STEAL YOUR PEOPLE'S HOPES, AND NOW I'M HERE FOR YOUR PRECIOUS QUEEN
Outside of Disney castle, a man in a huge brown trench coat appeared. His face pitch black, his hands covered in glued-on feathers, and a duck bill slipped over his face. Underneath his huge brown hat was a tuft of black feathers glued on. Over his glaring white eyes were a pair of sunglasses, as black as his skin. "Excuse me gentlemen, but I request I see her majesty AT ONCE!" The duck yelled, pointing a finger at two guards. Before the two could even say a word however, the duck pulled out a gun shaped like a pen. It splattered the weapon-wielding animals with black ink, completley devouring them without letting them even yell for help.
The mysterious duck slipped in. "Excuse me! Anybody home??!!" He asked loudly, hoping he would have a chance to meet with Queen Minnie. She would have a meeting with the press this moment whether she wanted it or not ....
It was a day like any other in the Disney World. The town was being restored to it's former glory, the anthropomorphic animal people were working hard and giant blobs of ink disguised as ducks were laying waste inside the royal grounds of the castle, typical stuff.
What wasn't typical was the sudden arrival of a trio of space ships breaking through the air territory of the palace and almost crashing on the passage that connects the gummy ship hangar with the courtyard next to the castle's entrance. It was only a miracle that such important location was spared from destruction, although some of the bush figures decorating such place were destroyed by the crash.
A petite figure wearing a completely blue spacesuit akin to the one used by astronauts emerged from one of the crashed spaceships after opening the main door, the helmet of the suit completely hiding the face of the cosmonaut the moment it decided to speak.
"Greetings people from this world. Excuse me for my accidental arrival but I seek to talk with the rulers of this world, I'm Anya, princess of another world"
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Mar 6, 2010 23:50:43 GMT -4
The Royal Guards marched around, and a pair stopped until seeing their own comrades coated in ink. Whistling for aid, they slowly picked up the inky covered figures. They ordered guards to scout out the castle for whomever was responsible as well as to alert the brooms to ready a bath.
Once the guards were removed, servants followed afterwards. Broom carried buckets of water to clean the mess up from the grass. Three brooms united together to fix the mess before another could be made. Hearing a disturbance, wooden handles looked up to see a gummiship zoom into view. One raised up to scratch it's bald wooden head wandering what in the world was going on before panicking. The bloody gummiship was coming this way; the brooms scattered in a panic dropping their buckets as the ship crashed.
Once the chaos had ceased, their arms rested on their straight hips. The bristles that parted as feet tapped in irritation on the earth. Stepping up to the so called princess, the brooms went into a silent rant; only their body language showed their irritation at the minor mess she made. Seriously the world was rebuilding itself the last they need were amaetur pilots crashing into their very kingdom. Also there was a gummi garage to park such things and the outer regions of the town.
Meanwhile in the castle, Royal Guards stood tall in the hall with a blank harsh stare. Their brows cocked once seeing an old looking...was that a duck? Their nose wrinkled not smelling anything remotely normal for a duck. One Royal Guard, a Dog, growled lowly, but the other silenced him.
"If you are to meet with your majesties, you must set an appointment. Their majesties are far too busy to be bombarded with unplanned meetings. Speak your business before we escort you to the Royal Visor."
They weren't going to let him by so nonchalantly.
An amaetur Royal Guard ran through the garden seeing three upset brooms. They were so easily distracted it was unbelievable. His head buried in his hand before jogging to him. "Come on guys you are supposed to be cleaning. We have enough problems as is so there's no need to get side...," he looked up to see another stranger,...tracked."
His hand crept to his sword as he stood straight. His eyes did wandered from the feminie frame to the ship behind her. "I would ask why you are here, but first I must highly advise that this isn't the proper place for gummiship parking, so I highly advice you to move it immediately."
Now this was a large, large castle. Where here would he find those two pesky rats, Mickey and Minnie? The duck wondered to himself, appreciating what the luxurious castle may have looked like if it weren't for his rogue ink splatters all around. He lost his train of thought however at the sound and shake of something crashing! He ducked down in response to the violent sound, but was oddly forced back up by the voice of two royal guards. Drats ..... These pesky animals just can't get out of his way. He felt like reaching for his ink gun and just completley drowning these two in a dark gooey grave, but he refrained himself, keeping still his shaky trigger finger.
"Oh? Well, heheh, I'm so sorry it's just that ...." The trickster thought for a moment, and came up with an interesting idea. Out from his trench coat pocket, he pulled out a camera and started flashing every pic he could of the hall in a few seconds. "Bill Duck's the name! Listen, what can ya tell us, the King and Queen's LOYAL public, about all this rubbish goin' around? The blot's bill moved up and down as he spoke. "Black ink blots, everywhere, crime riddened streets! What's this world gone to? Was it those shadowy dark monsters that did this? Why isn't their majesties helping?"
"I'm sorry good man, but the engine of my ship is malfunctioning and it's gonna take some time to fix it"
The other two ships she brought with her were sadly stuck in the aerial space next to the castle. One might think they were teeny ships but they were actually nobody ships Anya managed to capture relatively intact after an intense battle with the ships that often attacks world travelers. Hopefully nobody would try to destroy them for Anya already disabled them and expected to discover the know how of the nobody technology.
"I'm going to be stranded here for a while, so ... can I see the ruler of this world? I'm on a diplomatic mission as ambassador of my world and would like to have a meeting with whoever is the representative of this world"
Even if she wanted she couldn't leave the world nor move the ship temporally, so she was going to stay in this world of talking animals for some time and see what kind of technological level it had. At simple sight it seemed to be a category two world: mildly developed but still behind more developed world.
Thinking about the wonders awaiting to be discovered in this world, she was startled by the loud speech of a black something with a thinly veiled disguise that would fool only people with inferior mental faculties. He spoke of vandalism and uncaring royalty members doing nothing to solve this situation.
"Guard, What is a noisy thing speaking ill words about your rulers doing inside while I'm being interrogated as an unwanted guest?"
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Mar 7, 2010 13:00:04 GMT -4
"Engine malfunctioning," the guard hummed lowly looking her over. "If that's the case, perhaps I shall summon Chip and Dale to get a look out. Maybe they can ship it to the gummi garage and tinker it back to shape. As for meeting your royal highness, we usually go by appointments since her royal highness is quite busy in these times."
"Buuut since, you say it's a diiplomatic mission, maybe I can guide you in," the young Dog guard began rocking on his feet,"as a high importance."
The Dog nodded before looking at the brooms. "Once you're down go get Chip and Dale to get this to the gummi garage. You can come with me. What's your name again, so I can annouce your properly to the Queen."
Walking a head the Dog guided her out of the gardens into the twisted white castle. His eyes blinked seeing a pair of guards frowning down at an awkward...Was that a chicken? They didn't look too fond of him.
Looking at the diplomat, the Dog placed his large finger to his lips before whispering, "Well you can see were a bit anxious. This place have been through a lot so security is a bit more stiff and tense than usual. Also we recently have some craziness recently going on; I can't speak much, but..." The young Pup looked towards the guards handling the other, then back at the female. "If we speak less without grinding their gears, I can get you in. You see thaaat guy is speaking tooo much."
A head of them the guards growled at the individuals and pointed gripped their swords."Sorry but no one knows of a Bill Duck and the townspeople are far from oblivious as you are. Sorry sir, but you have over done your welcome. We will escort you-" The guard paused seeing a young subordinate walk towards them with another.
"Riley, who is this?" One looked over to the young Dog, before he replied that he saw it was a high priority for the Queen to meet with this diplomat representing another world."I see. What world are you from miss and the specifics of your desired meeting?"
Bill growled underneath his breath. These foolish guards deserve a severe punishment for slowing down the plot of the Phantom Blot. They could made short work of however. Just one or two blasts from his powerful ink gun would be enough to silence them for the moment. Bill slowly slipped his feathery fingers into his trench coat. His sunglasses hid the anger in his white eyes. He had almost laid a finger onto his ink gun, until he was stopped by the appearance of another guard.
This new guard was accompanied by a human girl in blue. Unlike himself, the girl seemed to be given a lighter greeting, even asked for specifics of a meeting ..... Bill's hand slowly slipped out of his coat. Instead of a gun however, he pulled out a small note pad. He slipped another hand into his pocket and pulled out a small black ink pen, waiting to scribble juicy info down on the notepad. "Why hello there! Would you mind giving this world's public a piece of history in the making?! Surely a human would bring something new to the headlines! Go on, your name, origins, birthdate!"
"Wow, you have good insight ... but I don't like paparazzi, they ask too much questions and invade the privacy of people. They don't really care about the truth, only about finding news that sells well"
The poorly disguised blob of ink was in extreme careful with details for he discovered she was a human despite she was waring a full body cosmonaut suit she hadn't removed yet, her identity still being unknown. Just to make herself more presentable with the ruler of this world, she removed the helmet of her cosmonaut suit and revealed her in human standards cute face.
She then looked at the guard in front of the room where the ruler of this world might be and answered his question trying to act in a manner fitting for a member of a ruling house.
"My world's name varies depending which nation you ask it, but in the cold lands of my birthplace, the empire of Kievan Rus, we call it Zee Mlyah. I'm one of the princesses and is my goal to foster dialog and communication between the many worlds and find mutual benefits from an alliance, like sharing technology and methods about how to deal with monsters like the heartless"
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Mar 9, 2010 10:58:02 GMT -4
The guard nodded with a hum concluding with, "I see," before instructing Riley to escort her further, while they continue their duty in escorting the funny chicken away. The guards explained that he had the rights to remain silence and any act of objection and rebellion calls for imprisonment. While the other talked, the remaining guard refrain from growling not liking the odd smell coming from him; it smelled like ink and recently they already had an inky sticky situation.
"Sounds like all is good, follow me, but before we go in please remove your helmet and also give me a name to announce you by," the pup then chuckled nervously, while scratching his head. "It is my duties after all, well duty in training that is."
Beyond them as Riley guided, there was a large door coated with an opalite aura of pulsing light leading to the Royal Studies.
Bill Duck began jotting down every word that spilled out of the human's mouth, even the comment on the papparazzi. While the Phantom Blot cared little about the press, he held a great interest in this alliance she just mentioned. So, two worlds combining their forces for the greater good? Technology? Help? Combat against the heartless? This played into The Blot's plans quite well. However, before he could continue an interview, the other two guards told him his rights and began to lead him out of the castle, while Riley and the human girl went on.
"Woah, woah, hey. I'm Bill! I'm not gonna show any further rebellion against ya, I swear it!" The duck quacked, already formulating a plan in mind ....
"My name is Anya Tsareva, second princess of the Tsareva dynasty. And I already took off my helmet"
She looked at the dog guard and later looked back at the enigmatic "thing" with the thinly veiled disguise. She didn't like at all that black thingy
"Can we hurry? I don't like that thing disguised as a duck, I have a bad feeling about him"
Spies, that dude remind her of the spy games played between her home and other nation and how sometimes the spies even attempted to cause harm to the royal family for reasons only their bosses knew. Preferring to stay safe, she decided to summon her pet robot "Gustav Karl", which stayed behind in the crash site, and it quickly ran towards the princess to stay near her.
"It is my companion, he's harmless unless I tell it to do something. Please let it follow me just for security reasons or if you don't like it to get near your rulers, could you at least kept it with you while I have a private encounter with the ruler of this world?"
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Mar 10, 2010 19:16:36 GMT -4
The animal blinked and stared at her face; his hand reached up to scratch behind his head. "Ooooh, so you are human. Well aren't we getting a variety of visitors lately. I don't know about that guy; he goes beyond shady. I mean he doesn't even smell like a duck. Hopefully he won't be too much of a problem we already had a strange happening already today."
Riley shrugged as he continued along before he stopped at a tall white door pulsing with light. Floppy black ears twitched and large eyes blinked to a sound, and when he looked down he saw a cute little thing. "What is thaaaat?"
"A companion how cute," the pup leaned down to look at it before chuckling. "It can stay with me. I rather not hear a growl about letting it in, but hey that means I get more time with it. It looks kinda cool," shaking his head, he saw himself get off track," but first to your Royal H-highness."
He hesitated as he drew closer to the door to the point he would rather poke it with his thickly gloved finger than open it. As a trainee this would be the first to be so formal and if there were any screw ups, he wouldn't hear the end of it. Gulping down and clearing his throat, he reached out for the knob, "Here we go."
The door crept open as he entered first. "Y-your Majesty..."
Meanwhile the guards grabbed this so called Bill not wanting him to leave their sight to wander into others parts of the castle. They were escorting him towards the gardens to exit the castle walls. "Let's get a move on Bill."
His shoulder rose and feel with his deep breath, "T-there's a visitor from Tsare...Tsareb...Tsareva." Crap that was her last name, his fingers twitched as he tried to not hide his face from shame. " I mean a princess Kievan, a distant world, andshewishedtotalkwithyourhighnessfordiplomaticunity."
Minnie blinked at Riley's nervousness before giggling softly. "Now now Riley you don't have to be nervous with me, so how about we start all over. Who wants to see me today?"
"Uuuh Anya Tsavera, seecond princess of the Tsavera dynasty, from Kievan."
"Thank-you Riley," The Queen smiled as she watched him sigh in relief, "Please bring her in."
Her soft voice wavered near the door, but the pup turned around towards it and poked his head out. "Close is clear; you're freee to enter." The pup stepped out and held the door open for Anya to enter, but waited to close it behind her.
Bill quickly found himself pushed outside of the castle. Now, he and the two guards were out in the gardens. Some bushes and flowers shaped into animals were splattered with a few ink blots, while a few other bushes were destroyed through some other means, not by the Phantom Blot's hands for sure. "Heheh, why thank you friends." Bill made a friendly chuckle. The duck's eyes, shielded by his shades, dotted around. He scanned for anyone else in the area, but the coast seemed clear.
"By the way, did you figure out what happened to those guards that were inked?" The duck's once goofy, quacky voice fell into a deep, growling tone. Bill quickly punched the dog guard in his gut, knocking him down. He then pulled out his ink gun from his large coat. Without letting either royal guard yell for help, he pulled the gun's trigger. The two animals were both smothered and swallowed up by masses of ink .....
A plastic duck bill, pair of shades, scattered feathers, and a large trench coat lay on the ink-splattered grass next to the inked guards. The Phantom Blot was nowhere near the site.
(I deeply apologize if this is powerplay. But I figured the guards wouldn't be all that important. If you want, I'll edit this post to be more to your liking.)
From behind the grand door leading to the royal studies, Anya could hear the voice of the Queen of his world. Whoever was the empress, she had a very calm, serene and shooting voice with the same feeling of a mother telling her children a fairy tale before going to sleep.
The guard of name Riley felt quite nervous speaking with the majesty, proof that he was a newbie in his job and the highness was somebody who inspired great admiration in her vassals. Anyway, the door was promptly opened and the princess went inside the studies as the guard remained behind holding the door and keeping Gustav Karl next to him. If Bill the duck were to try something funny, the little robot was ordered to open fire on him.
"Madame, it is a pleasure to meet you. As the guard said, I came with the intention of opening dialog between our worlds and excuse me for not being presentable enough, I left my usual attires inside my spaceship"
She performed a curtsy that looked a bit clumsy and silly due her cosmonaut suit and looked at the ruler of this world, an anthropomorphic mouse who was slightly smaller in size than the young princess of Kievan Rus.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Mar 11, 2010 18:22:50 GMT -4
"No need for apologies. Plus with the situation at hand one can easily forget formalities," she too had been caught out of her norm and was mistaken for a maid of the castle, but today she wore a small crown with a blue dress. It wasn't too casual as her favorite polka dots and bow.
The Mouse sat behind a mahogony desk with a mouse seal in the front. On the right of it was the usual doggy bed for Pluto, and as usual it was empty. That dog had been to more places than the Queen can compare and count, but regardless he was always protected and never fell into too much trouble. Perhaps he was with the King as usual. "Now how may I, Queen Minnie," she simple introduced," help furthering the connection of two distant worlds?"
The guards groaned feeling their exhale stretch the ink from their mouths before popping and splattering. The last thing they remembered was black and can only see black. The pair immediately started coughing as a heavy stench prenetrated their sensitive nose as a thick black substance coated their bodies. Black inked gloved hands tried to whip their face free before struggling to stand in a puddle of ink. "Someone," one tried to yell out with fits of coughs, "the perpetrator still lingers."