Waiting for the Gods [Remake]

[Poker Face]

Mind transferred from the God realm and straight to his million-dollar mansion. There’s nothing else he wanted more than to have some peace and quite, his head was staring to hurt (which wasn’t good for the God of the mind). Then Judgment appeared, in his human form of coarse. Black hair, wearing demin jeans and sunglasses, very different from the original Judgment. Wonder what his human name is? Mind asked himself. He walked up to the human and ushered the maid to leave, she did with a walk that looked as if she was a zombie. Instead of doing what any human would do, he got up and said to Judgment through his mind, ‘What is your human name, friend?’ Judgment let Mind’s message in, for a God can reject any talk from Mind if they wanted to.

‘Just call me…’ Judgment thought for a minute, Mind listened to his thoughts, he wanted a good name, something strong and dominant but not to out there, he settled for Mark.

“Mark?” Mind said before Judgment could even speak, this was also the first time he had spoken in his human form, sort of weird he thought. “What did I tell you about that!” Judgment said and then vanished with a click.

Mind got up and went to have something to eat, he had never eaten before. Might be interesting.

[Ordeith]

OOC: Wow, this post went on much longer than I'd intended!

The repeated thumping of some object against his door aroused Salvestro Alberti from his half-awake stupor in his comfortable, albeit beat-up recliner, where he had been watching the final round of Jeopardy. He opened the screen door to find it, and the rest of the front side of his house, completely soaked in a foul concoction of raw eggs and ketchup. Shocked, he looked about just in time to catch a glimpse of a wannabe gangster delinquent retreating from the horrific scene of vandalism he had left behing. Salvestro's eyes narrowed in contempt for the fleeing teenage offender, for he possibly hated young people more than anything else in the world. They would always flaunt the abilities that came with their youth as if they were some sort of trophy or prize, and right to his face, too. Alberti was truly a wicked man, of course, all recollection of a god whose dominion was the most incestuous of the Seven Deadly Sins had been completely erased from his mind, but that was irrelevant at that time. It was time for Salvestro to put his 'charms' into action.

Three weak knocks barely resounded upon the filthy scoundrel's, or rather, the filthy scoundrel's parents' front door. Unsure if his purposely weakened knocking was audible, he rang the doorbell just for good measure. A slightly heavyset woman, well into her middle years, answered. "Um, hello sir? Not to be rude, but do I know you from anywhere?" She was already entranced by the old man's strange sorrowful pair of eyes; their strange properties went into effect immediately. Salvestro made his voice sound more feeble and confused, much more suitable for a man of eighty or so, but he had found in past experiences that his victims hardly seemed to notice. "Well, perhaps you do....I'm Mr. Alberti from a few streets away. I had fallen asleep on my armchair, as I usually do on Saturdays, and, um....Oh! I had heard something hitting against my door. I opened it up, and I saw that my house had been covered with eggs. Now, please correct me if I'm mistaken, but I think that I saw your son on my street. Was it him that did this? Now, I'm-" He inserted a sickly-sounding wheeze in here. -"perfectly capable of cleaning this up myself, but I just wanted to be sure it was your son. He's such a nice b-" He threw in a few more coughs here. It pays to be thorough.

A look of shock and pity came upon her face, which quickly turned to an expression of hellish wrath as she hollered up the stairs for her disgusting delinquent child to come down. When recieving no response, she calmly turned to Mr. Alberti and ushered him inside, and then stormed up the stairs and down the hall, where she disappeared from Salvestro's sight. He quietly counted down to the eruption to himself. "Three...two...one." An explosion of profanities, both from the mother and the son, echoed through the whole house as the son rushed downstairs to face his worst nightmare. A long discussion unfolded, and all the while Mr. Alberti only spoke as much as he need to, his mournful eyes never leaving the boy's. And as the time ticked away, the boy grew more and more sorrowful and depressed-looking himself, for Salvestro was pouring all of the negative, depressing energy he could muster into the boy. After the discussion, Salvestro left, thanking Mrs. Smith for the coffee, and headed home, already waiting eagerly for the obituary in tomorrow's paper. Then again, teen suicides were so common these days that the Smiths might not even bother paying the fee for an obituary. Before heading home, he stopped at the local market to pick up the supplies for cleaning up his house with (as he would be doing it alone), as well as some flowers for the Smiths and their loss. He also picked up a carton of eggs for Mrs. Smith, as he had a feeling she might need those.

[Endless Warrior Sora]

Emotion woke up in a strange bed and demanded his mind to tell him why he was there. He clenched his forehead, he felt like something was stripped from him. Then with Judgements final words he forgot everything.

"Tora! Your cartoons are on!" He heard. Since when did he like cartoons? What were cartoons anyway? Oh well, might as well check the, out. And who was this Tora fellow? He came down stairs and hopped on a couch and watched colored figures interact with other colored figures and he found it...fun. And funny. Why was this all so new to him?

[Sugar Rush]

Sucy woke up on her desk in her college dorm, wondering what had been spiked into the punch. For she had the most horrendus headache. and a strange dream. Some guy named... judgement, had been yelling about something... and then, nothing. She couldn't remember anything else. Oh well. Better go get some advil. She gets up and wonders into the kitchen and takes a couple of the miracle pills. She looks at the clock on the wall and realizes that she was going to be late for her next class. She quickly changes into some different clothes and gathers up her stuff and heads off for class. As she walked, Sucy couldn't stop thinking about that dream. It had been so real... why though? Why would a dream feel so real? If she had been a crazy maniac, she would've believed it to be some sort of vison of a past life. But she wasn't a crazy maniac, and two, she really didn't believe in those sort of things. But damn it, that dream was going to make it hard to focus on her classes for the day.

[Spyells]

OOC: I edited this post. I’m sorry for the inconvenience this has caused to the role play. I just posted too fast without reading everything first. :)


Brandy groaned as she looked at her clock. It was 6:30 A.M. and she had been drooling all over her text book. Well, I know I'm going to bomb my test for sure now. Brandy thought sadly. Sighing, Brandy got up and went to take her shower to get dressed. When she was ready, the clock read 7:30 A.M. Grabbing her bag and throwing her books in, she headed out of her dorm room. The University campus was huge so having a good thirty minute head start to get to class was perfect. Brandy walked by the library and into a Starbucks on campus to grab a quick cup of coffee.

Now that she had her coffee and she knew she would stay awake, she was ready to take her test. Brandy walked into the classroom and slid smoothly into her seat with ten minutes to spare. Smiling as she sipped her coffee, Brandy pulled out her text book for some last minute studying. As Brandy became absorbed into her studies, the rest of the class walked in.

He friend Mitch and his girlfriend Terry walked in. They sat down in seats right next to Brandy.
"I see I'm not the only one worried about the test," Mitch said putting down his bag eyeing Brandy's text book with his blue eyes.
"Yeah, I'm worried. I studied half the night but ended up falling asleep on my book," Brandy said sighing.
"You sound like me. I know how you feel. It's almost like no matter how much we study we never feel ready for the test," Terry said nodding her head, her brown pony tail flopping as she did.
The three stopped talking when the professor walked in. He told them to put everything away and only pull out a pencil. Brandy bit her lip knowing that the moment of truth was about to come.

[Sugar Rush]

Sucy was still feeling the affects of her headache as she could barely keep her eyes on the teacher. Why wasn't this damn headache going away? The teacher asks a question, and several hands shoot up. She didn't bother. She puts her head into her hands and tries to rub the pain away, which almost had an immediate effect. It didn't make the pain go away, but it made the dream resurface again. Aghh... don't want to think about this right now... need to focus and she shakes her head and looks at the clock. It was 8:04 a.m. Just another two hours of torture. Then she would be free. As she looks back down at her book, the dream came back with a vengeance. But it was only a rerun. $*@) this! Why is this dream not going away? It's probably just a hallucination now... She reaches into her bookbag for a bottle of water and grabs the advil bottle. She quickly takes two out, and chugs them down with the water, and puts everything back. Good thing this professor allowed advil in the classroom otherwise it would be a LONG two hours... Satisfied, she returns her attention back to the teacher and tries to bear the pain.

[sephiroth2]

(Sorry I couldn't post sooner)

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People running around, in out, in out, in out, all the time, some happy, some angry, some sad, people pushing, shoving, yeah, its always fun to be at the baggage check after being on a long flight from Japan. Standing there with his arms crossed, was a tall 7'' man possibly in his late twenties, with shoulder length silver hair and red piercing eyes. He was wearing a look black trench coat with matching pants and shirt, as he stood there impatiently tapping his foot on the ground, watching as the little motorized carousal slowly moved along with all of the passengers belongings.

Still staring at the different types of luggage that moved around, Sleif could tell that a few of the people around him were starting to get agitated as well, just like him. Some were just simply mumbling to themselves, while a few even went as far as to push and start arguing with one another. Eyeing his and his brother’s luggage slowly appearing into view, Sleif moved towards them, grabbing them both with his hands retrieving them before they could get out of reach.

As he turned and left the baggage claim with the two luggage, Sleif turned his head around a little to see that a fight was beginning to break out right where he was. Glad that he wasn’t there to be involved in it, he simply continued on his way to his brother, Shock.

[Brol]

Shock smiled as he walked off the the airplane and took a seat at the airport. Shock yawned slightly as he watched as his brother go get their baggages. He looked to the side of him and watched two people begin arguing. He didn't know why, but he figured he should do something. Shock stepped inbetween them," Why are you guys arguing??" He watched as the two men looked at each other.

Shock looked at them," You were fighting about something..." The one man looked at Shock,' What are you talking about?" The man walked away as the other walked into the different direction. Shock looked behind him, as Sleif came over with the baggage. "Dude! Out of know where, they started to fight, then... they stopped..." He hesitated as he watched Sleif look at him. Shock shook his head," nevermind..."