Mixed Worlds RP

[Lazo]

"Finally. You, Jay, Yoshee, Enrique and I need to have a little chat after we're set up. Meet me in the lobby later. You've got some explaining to do." He stepped off the elevator as it closed behind him, leaving him alone with Kasei and "What? Another one?"

He quickly coughed and tossed the broken lasgun to the side. "My apologies. It's been a tough day-" he moved along a table that held many uninteresting but pointy objects "-I've been trying to figure out why the Emperor signed a Commissar like me instead of an Inquisitor." He glanced to his right and stopped dead in his tracks.

"A meltagun." Could this possibly be the lasgun replacement Jones was referring to? He put the chainsword away and picked it up, smiling, turning to Kasei and her partner, showing it off. "A short range anti-armor, anti anything weapon that fires an intense microwave blast capable of melting through anything in seconds. Hisses when fired, but makes no other sound. We have been truly blessed by the Emperor this day." He moved it around in his hands, getting a feel for the weapon. "We'll show those traitorous scum what Imperial Guard are made of!"

[Not-Garr]

Drago snapped at that last remark, letting out a roar of pure angst from the closing doors, he literally punched the Lobby button, seething with anger he stepped off the elevator as it deposited him on the Lobby, his entrance being marked by a sudden increase in temperature, his tailflame had become a blaze in his anger, even to the point to leaving scorch marks on the walls and cieling of the elevator, he gritted his teeth angrily, staring around the Lobby, passing over Charshi and the mysterious figure he couldn't see, just glaring everything and everyone down, his flame blazing away on the tip of his tail, the green fire being so large and hot at the moment that the Lobby quickly became rather comfortably toasty.

[dragonpaw]

'Dammit, dammit, dammit. I can't do anything right. No wonder I'm always ignored.' thought Seishin as she ignored Xeno and dragged Kasei, giving her quite a burn on her stomach, to the nearest not-in-use-elevator. Stabbing the button with her staff, Kasei looked at her with worry as she continued to repeatedly stab to elevator call button repeatedly. Kasei, deciding not to warn her she could break it, merely twisted out of Seishin's grasp and walked backwards, silently, now making her way the next elevator which they had just come from seeing as it didn't seem to be used anymore.

Seishin, now ceasing to stab the elevator button, boarded the now open elevator. Kasei was doing the same with her own elevator. Both of them pressed for the lobby button, Seishin pressing it very hard whereas Kasei pressed it rather shakily.

Kasei was clearly upset. She didn't like seeing her ssiter like this. Even her sister had blocked off the mindlink bewteen them. Kasei wanted to do something for her, but knew that interfering in any way would probably get her hurt. Vioolently. Albeit, rather unintentionally. Her hands shaking as she stepped off into the lobby, Kasei looked around the toasty room. She saw many various people, now ignoring Drago. Kasei simply moved out of the elevator and sat up against the wall directly to the right of the elevator.

Seishin, now getting off of her elevator, was moving her arms back and forth, as most people do when walking, although it was an unusual sigth for her to be doing that. However, this swinging motion was particularily violent and powerful. Kasei stared over at her and wondered if she'd knock anyone out by doing that. Seishin, quite obviously, was a mixture of regret, despair, depression, and, more prominently, angry.

Kasei averted her gaze away from Seishin. As Seishin came to rest in a comfortable chair in the lobby, Kasei was merely fidgetting, wishing she could take her irritation and helplessness out on some sort of monster. Seishin looked like she wanted to do the same as she sat there, closing her eyes and taking deep breaths.

[Lord of the Dance]

<Another person in here?> Champ dodged out of the way of Drago's swinging tail. I also took a step back. The magic level around his tail seemed to be getting higher as the flame grew larger... And Xeno had said something about dealing with me later... I could only wait in the lobby and see what everyone else would do.

[Enrique]

Sitting in a chair in the lobby, Ishathod creeped up back on my head. The room was getting warmer. 'Hey, where did the air conditioning go?! It's August for goodness' sake!' "I think that was Drago's tail. Look at it." The flame on Drago's tail continued to grow.

[Not-Garr]

The flame finally stabilized itself, but was still rather large, and horribly hot, as Yoshee would find out if she stuck around nearby Drago for any length of time, it was like being near a blazing campfire. He made his way to the nearest corner, and just plopped down, large black spots were starting to form on the walls of said corner, and the smell of melting paint could be smelled, but he just sat there, a fuming mass of anger, hate, sadness, dissapointment, frustration, and wondering why everything he did had to end horribly wrong. ~What, am I just a natural born screw up? Is my luck THAT horrible? Why the hell does everything have to blow up in my face...~ a tear slid down his snoot at this last thought, evaporating before it hit the floor.

[boomiester]

Tycho sat in a chair on the other side of the lobby, trying to rest because he'd been on his feet all day. There seemed to be a lot of commotion on the other side of the lobby, panic over some unseen intruder, Drago toasting everything around him, and Jay getting smacked by Xeno, which he found to be extremely funny. As the temperature continued to rise, Tycho rolled up his sleeves and stared up at the fire sprinklers, "bad news if those go off." he thought. Glancing at the info desk, he noticed Jones holding a fire extinguisher, just in case.

[bloodoftheyoshi]

Kasei had just come out of the elevator to Blood's left side, fidgeting and shaking her hands. He had a gut feeling that something had gone wrong upstairs. He walked towards Kasei, with worry and a little bit of guilt setting into his head.

Blood had come within two feet of her, to see that she was really a wreck over something. Her hands were shaking uncontrollably, and she was sitting with her head down, obviously things did not go well. Blood put his hand on her shoulder. "I'm assuming those two didn't hit it off?" Looking across the room at Drago and Seishin, Drago seemed like he was about to explode, Seishin looked the same.

Blood let out a sigh. "Huff... this isn't good." He looked back down at Kasei. "Well... why don't you tell me exactly what happened? Then, maybe this can be fixed somehow." Blood refrained from biting his lip, he thought it was his own fault for kissing Seishin's hand like that.

[charzhii]

Charshi was still staring down the 'intruder', eyes never leaving that spot. He wasn't letting him get away this time. He noticed the sudden increase in temperature, but it hardly bothered him-- he was practically one-half Charizard himself.

But Charshi was more concerned with who he was currently staring down, now. He was incredibly afraid and incredibly curious at the same time. Why did the other seem to have traits of a scyther, and a yoshi? Was it another experiment of his creator's(Char shuddered at the mere thought of him), or were they merely another race? Char was hoping it was the first choice. He had always longed to find someone he could relate to. His adopted family, with it's share of misfits and mutants was very nice and all, but it just wasn't natural. He never felt like he truly fit in. Of course, back at Lightyin, that's what everyone said...

"You're melting the paint, Drag'." Char commented to the green dragon, eyes and hands still fixed ahead at the not-quite-a-yoshi. "You might wanna calm down." He knew it would probably just make Drago madder, but it was worth a shot. Char knew for a fact the other hybrid-looking being was squeamish around fire. He might flee if there was any more heat in the room. And Char was guessing he was fast-- the Scythers where he lived were almost invisible when they ran at full speed. And Char wasn't exactly good in the sprinting department.

[dragonpaw]

Kasei immediately let out a frighteend squeak at being approached and talked to. Staring up at Blood, Kasei sighed. She tapped her foot while thinking of the right words. It took her a moment, but then she began speaking in a dull tone, her emotions buried while she talked so she wouldn't cry.

"Seishin didn't say anything... She didn't know what to say, from what I saw. And he took it the wrong way. I'm sure she likes him; I can tell by how she looks at him and how she blocks her mind from me whenever they're together." said Kasei, seeming very upset about all of this. Kasei's mind was full of a mixture of emotions, mostly anger at Drago for jumping to conclusions, Seishin for not trying to say anything, and herself for not being a help. But quickly, her anger turned into sadness and worry for Seishin. Seishin did not handle stress or things of this nature well; Kasei was worried Seishin might do something drastic...

[Not-Garr]

Drago sat there, smoke pouring from his nostrils, and looked behind him, before looking up to where Char was, and sighed, forcing himself to calm down as best he could, what point was there getting all angsty anyway? Resolving to apologize to Seishin, he stood and walked over to Char, "What's this you have here, anyway?" he was forcing himself to be calm, his flame flickering, wanting to flare up to that obnoxious size and heat again with his emotional tide, but no, he must, stay, calm... Don't need to make everyone else uncomfortable because he was freaking out. The temperature would begin to drop slowly as he headed over to Char, then, pushing the button on his glases, all the shadows were removed from his view, and he stopped stock-still, eyes widened at the figure. "...!!"

[boomiester]

Jones ducked behind the info desk, he was sure a fight would break out between Drago and an intruder who was lurking in the shadows. By this time, Tycho had dozed off on the quieter side of the lobby, unaware that something was going on.

[bloodoftheyoshi]

This was definitley a problem. Blood's mind raced furiously, trying to think of some sort of solution. Obviously, having them meet and talking about it with them wouldn't help.In fact, there really wasn't any way for him to help, this situation had to do with love, and he didn't want to, nor would it be polite to interfere with that.

Blood came to the conclusion that they would have to solve it themselves, they needed to break the ice. And there was nothing that he or Kasei could do to help. He finally looked back at Kasei.

"... Look, I think that those two will have to find each other by themselves. You know Seishin likes him, and I also know that Drago likes her. If this is true, then they will not be able to stay away from each other forever. But for now, we can do nothing, except wait. I don't know if I've helped your mood, I've only told you the truth. But I do hope that you'll feel better soon. "

Blood took his hand off of Kasei's shoulder and walked back towards Tycho.

[Lazo]

Xenophon sighed when the two stumbled out of the armory, shaken. About what he didn't know, but their apathy gnawed at his temper. "They don't appreciate the blessings of the Emperor."

He glanced at the wall behind him and found that they were rows of lockers. The door of the one directly behind him stood slightly ajar. Placing the meltagun on the table and opening the door, he emitted a small chuckle when he gazed upon the Carapiece armor stuffed inside.

He immediately slid off the flak jacket, leaving him in the green fatigues, before slipping into the Carapiece armor. Much better protection with a negligible increase in bulk. Placing his old flak equipment back in the locker, he took one last look around and picked up the box of frag and krak grenades, slipping them into the proper holsters. The only disappointing thing was the lack of the black Commissar fatigues.

Closing the locker and picking up his Meltagun, he stepped into the nearest elevator and pushed the lobby button. There was still punishment to deliver.

The doors opened and he knew he walked in at a bad time. He could feel the tension even without knowing what was causing it. No matter, he still had his duty. “Drago, Enrique, Yoshee, Jay, follow me! We have to have a little talk.”

[charzhii]

^{((-runs around- AIIIIE, I HATE MY MSN. -has been trying to make it work for the past hour and a half now, and now it works-))}

"No dip, Sherlock," Charshi snorted, eyes still fixed onto the bladed being. There were tears running down his cheeks. When Drago had made the room incredibly warm, his eyes had started to water-- he did not have his glasses on. "Ow." He wiped them away roughly. "Don' scare 'im. I ran into this guy on my way here. I dunno what he wants t'do here, but we shouldn't find out by beating the living crap outta him." Char didn't dare look at Drago with his glasses off-- that flame was blinding. A nasty side effect of being split.

[Not-Garr]

Drago backed away a bit, stuttering, "K-keep him here..." he turned to follow Xenophon, "What is it, Xeno-san?" he tilted his head, somewhat confused, his previous anger and the like having been shoved back into the furthest recesses of his mind, his tailflame was no larger than Charshi's now, in fact, he felt a sort of kinship towards the hybrid, he was like him in a way, except his other half was a Yoshi, while Drago's was a dragon... He shook his head, what the hell? Was he just... No, it's just his shaken brain being stupid, he took one last glance to the Scyther, and suddenly stopped, three large exclaimation points exploding into being above his head, "..Tha...that Scyther.....!?" ~It can't be...can it!?~

[charzhii]

"What about the scyther?" Charshi still had his hand trained directly at the scyther's head, pointblank. His tail curled around his leg, so he'd be ready to run if the other got away. Char felt closer to the Drago than anyone else, in the short span of time that they knew each other. He wasn't at all cranky about being ordered around a little, either. Maybe it had something to do with that flame.

[Not-Garr]

Drago fiddled with his glasses, and blinked, as one of his claws bumped the button, and a couple small targets appeared over Char and the scyther.."Blood type? Living relatives? Friends? Alignment?...Intereshting." He stood there, watching the screen of his glasses, waiting as they scanned the two targets, he watched Char's frame first, reading the info as it slowly scrolled onto the lines.

[charzhii]

[glow=green,2,300](scientific info)
NAME: CHARSHI ZI
GENDER: MALE
BLOOD TYPE: AB
TEMPERATURE(CURRENT): 1000.4
NATURAL ALIGNMENT: GOOD
(miscellaneous info)
FRIENDS: (listed in most dangerous order) SHIKA, MASAMA, NETHING, TAKEDA, DIABLO, STRIFE, TAGARUU, SNARE, DARREN, PIKASHI, MILES,...FOR COMPLETE LIST PLEASE PRESS BUTTON 6T
(battle info)
AREA OF EXPERTISE: PYROTECHNICS, PYROKINESIS, TELEPORTATION, FORCE BLASTS
WEAK POINTS: TAIL, FEET, HEAD, PALMS
(DNA info)
DNA TRACES FOUND.
charizard...ponyta...ditto...yoshi...
LIVING BLOODLINKS:
CHARZHI ZI(female)
DRAGO ZI(male)

[/glow]

[Not-Garr]

Drago blinked, seeing this information, and took another look into the screen, no, there it was, it was still there, his name... His eyes immediatly went wide as he realized just how true it could be, especially since his parents, before they died, never revealed his last name, and noone else knew... His brain, stunned by this realization, and just plain strained from everything else this day, decided he needed a rest, and WHAM, down he went, fainted dead away in shock, his glasses falling off and skidding to run into Charshi's foot. Drago was out, plain and simple. Though the glasses would likely work for anyone, the normal view would likely not be the same, as they were tailored for his eyes.