Not Another Reincarnation War! (Recruiting)

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Moz barks out a laugh, "Like weird old men who mysteriously appear in my apartment without triggering the several security systems that I struggle to pay for and said weird old men forced me to have strange visions and powers that are just as likely to kill me and all in my surroundings as they are to defeat these supposed things that shouldn't exist, with no mention of reward or incentive and just expect me, a respectable and honorable duelist to follow these strange hallucinations and blindly follow you?"
 
Moz barks out a laugh, "Like weird old men who mysteriously appear in my apartment without triggering the several security systems that I struggle to pay for and said weird old men forced me to have strange visions and powers that are just as likely to kill me and all in my surroundings as they are to defeat these supposed things that shouldn't exist, with no mention of reward or incentive and just expect me, a respectable and honorable duelist to follow these strange hallucinations and blindly follow you?"


"Come with me." The old man snaps his fingers, and then he appears at the End of Time with the rest of the protagonists.
"You are welcome to do as you choose, but I would like to show you that if I was dangerous, I would show you just how dangerous I am."
 
Moz looks around confused. Where was this place? Why do the edges fade out of existence? All good questions, but the one that was foremost in Moz's mind was, "Where am I supposed to get work now?" His life revolved around dueling, and now he's stuck in the middle of literally nowhere, with a few strange people, and some strange old man wants him to go anomaly hunting. Does no one here know what his forte is? 1 on 1 duels. No, no one wants to duel, and he has near to no money. Brilliant.
 
"Where am I supposed to get work now?"
"I don't know, maybe a job fair or something." A groggy voiced sounded behind some of the furniture as half asleep man dragged himself into view.

He blinked for a few moments, and rubbed his eyes, before pointing to everyone and to begin to talk before grabbing his head and stumbling.



I remembered...

"Well forget it. I've grown rather fond of Weiss."

"Weiss."

A snow in summer... no that wasn't right. It wasn't snow, it was salt... There was the battle of Jerusalem and the library and... that big idiot... heh... I hope he and Yonah are happy... there deserved to be after all.

"You can't have a good fight without someone on the floor." A youth says to me. Cocksure, but not arrogant, Raizen's blood was still strong in the lad... hell he got a few good hits.

I was sitting at a table, my body ached, and the blades itched between my knuckles, but I wouldn't admit it. Charles sat across from me regaling the family that had taken us in about the school he once ran... those were good times... better times.





"These memories... what the hell is going on and who are all you people!?" I shout to the occupants of the room.
 
"That's what I'm trying to figure out." Moz says. This man immediately scored some points in his book, if he didn't seem so drunken and disheveled. One needs to uphold the proper meaning of class, with no exceptions.

Moz looked over the others here that he hasn't identified. All of them seem to be rather basic, but none seemed up to par. That Vainqueur however, he seemed to grasp the very definition of class. Should Moz ever eventually find him, he hopes to be near the level of trust that one of his visions seemed to obtain.
 
"There are some abberations in the world now. People, things, even places that don't belong on your Earth."
"Perhaps you could help keep the world safer, for now, from the horrid things that are preying on the unsuspecting?"

Alexis sigh nostalgically. "Same old song and dance, it seems." She said, before looking at the assembled group. "Right, does anyone need some healing?" She asked, just to make sure. some people had gotten tossed around and internal injuries could suck.
 
Moz looks at Alexis, "Some answers would be nice. I mean, I'm a professional duelist, not a hunter or assassin, what do you want me to do?" Moz holstered his rifle, but kept his rapier leveled at any body who gets close to him. Just what is going on, he thought, first I get strange visions, then get teleported into a new dimension, but now these people seem to know more than I do, yet they look so much weaker. These people looked like they couldn't even get away with doing a session of some sport, let alone hunt these supposed non-existers.
 
Moz looks at Alexis, "Some answers would be nice. I mean, I'm a professional duelist, not a hunter or assassin, what do you want me to do?" Moz holstered his rifle, but kept his rapier leveled at any body who gets close to him. Just what is going on, he thought, first I get strange visions, then get teleported into a new dimension, but now these people seem to know more than I do, yet they look so much weaker. These people looked like they couldn't even get away with doing a session of some sport, let alone hunt these supposed non-existers.
'' Watch your tone Boy, Thinking such thoughts in front of a Telepath is bad Manners'' Ren says with a smirk and Flashing red eyes.
 
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"There are some abberations in the world now. People, things, even places that don't belong on your Earth."
"Perhaps you could help keep the world safer, for now, from the horrid things that are preying on the unsuspecting?"

"Sounds good. Can you give us their approximate locations, so that we could investigate?" I ask.

Alexis sigh nostalgically. "Same old song and dance, it seems." She said, before looking at the assembled group. "Right, does anyone need some healing?" She asked, just to make sure. some people had gotten tossed around and internal injuries could suck.

"Thanks for the offer, but I'll be fine."

Moz looks at Alexis, "Some answers would be nice. I mean, I'm a professional duelist, not a hunter or assassin, what do you want me to do?" Moz holstered his rifle, but kept his rapier leveled at any body who gets close to him. Just what is going on, he thought, first I get strange visions, then get teleported into a new dimension, but now these people seem to know more than I do, yet they look so much weaker. These people looked like they couldn't even get away with doing a session of some sport, let alone hunt these supposed non-existers.
'' Watch your tone Boy, Thinking such thoughts in front of a Telepath is bad Manners'' Ren says with a smirk and Flashing red eyes.

"It's not wise to underestimate people. Please don't judge a book by its cover," I add, "At the moment, it looks like a 'protect the world' sort of duty, from the supernatural sort of threats."
 
Vinnie growls. "Yeah. You know what? No. Nice to meet the new kids, you both seem... groggy and shocked, which, fair does, but no."

He glares at Terry.

"Portal. To Barking in London. Now. Alexis, Chris, your choices are come with me or stay here and kidnap more teenagers for fun and profit."
 
Vinnie growls. "Yeah. You know what? No. Nice to meet the new kids, you both seem... groggy and shocked, which, fair does, but no."

He glares at Terry.

"Portal. To Barking in London. Now. Alexis, Chris, your choices are come with me or stay here and kidnap more teenagers for fun and profit."

"Anything is better than spending more time with Ren "Chris says while flipping off the New Kids

"Can I Crash with you for a while?" He asked hope filling his voice while giving his best attempt at a puppy dog look
 
"Anything is better than spending more time with Ren "Chris says while flipping off the New Kids

"Can I Crash with you for a while?" He asked hope filling his voice while giving his best attempt at a puppy dog look

"That depends. How comfortable are you with listening to loud, angry, and extraordinarily gay sex through a thin wall while making awkward conversation with my flatmates?"
 
Moz looked over to the supposed 'telepath', keeping his rapier between them, "And why should I care for what you hear? So far, with the scant few bit of information I have, I stand above you. Now, if you care to challenge this in a duel, you are more than welcome to."

Moz looks over the unwashed masses, "And the rest of you, please take a bath. I can smell you from over here."

Moz discreetly flings out near invisible caltrops in the direction of Ren, disguised as a coat flourish. Not poisoned, but sharp and very capable of putting someone off kilter.
 
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"Portal. To Barking in London. Now. Alexis, Chris, your choices are come with me or stay here and kidnap more teenagers for fun and profit."
"I'd rather not repeat such dubious acts, so I will come with you. Despite your abrasivness, I can tell you have a good heart." She said.
"That depends. How comfortable are you with listening to loud, angry, and extraordinarily gay sex through a thin wall while making awkward conversation with my flatmates?"

"Still better then mentally screaming at someone for being so dense they could not notice the multiple girls interested in him. Godamnit Shriou." She muttered.
 
"I'd rather not repeat such dubious acts, so I will come with you. Despite your abrasivness, I can tell you have a good heart." She said.

Vinnie shoots Alexis a look halfway between insulted, confused, and... weirdly uncomfortable.

Chris takes up the universal thinking pose before answering "Depends how frequent the sex is I guess?"

"Still better then mentally screaming at someone for being so dense they could not notice the multiple girls interested in him. Godamnit Shriou." She muttered.

"That sounds like a past life story. Rule one of Chez Vinnie is no fucking past life stories. Terry, I swear by every God that was, is, or will be, if you don't open a portal I shall sodomise the rude new boy and wipe the precum on your face," he snarls, giving Moz an expression just this side of homicidal.
 
Moz looks over at this barbarian of of man. "Would you like to put anything forth to show that you can back up that claim? At this point I'll lower my standards and agree to duel just about anyone if only to take the edge off."

Moz turns his rapier to a guard stance, directed at this 'Chez' character. Even his name shows just how lower some in humanity has fallen. Moz did another display of swordsmanship, scattering some more caltrops, still unpoisoned, from his sleeve during the sweeping gestures. Moz really did need to finder another supplier now that the last one was exposed.
 
Moz looks over at this barbarian of of man. "Would you like to put anything forth to show that you can back up that claim? At this point I'll lower my standards and agree to duel just about anyone if only to take the edge off."

Moz turns his rapier to a guard stance, directed at this 'Chez' character. Even his name shows just how lower some in humanity has fallen. Moz did another display of swordsmanship, scattering some more caltrops, still unpoisoned, from his sleeve during the sweeping gestures. Moz really did need to finder another supplier now that the last one was exposed.

"All of you. I will not have infighting in my town. Get out!" Snapping his fingers, all the protagonists find themselves back in their homes. Meanwhile Terry and Mara smile suspiciously behind Father Time as they are all sent their way.
 
Vinnie looks around. His house. No children. His hand goes to his phone, feverishly going for the nearest hookup app-

And stops.

...They were fine. He knew it. They were both as powerful as he was, maybe more so. Smart too. He didn't need to check up on them. They... could...

Fuck.

He hisses through his teeth. Goes to his laptop and starts googling wildly. Alexis Smith. Chris Ludenberg. London, both local. SOMETHING had to come up. Kids still used facebook, right?
 
Moz shuddered as he felt himself back home, "Figures. I finally provoke someone into a duel, and then some authority figure stops them just before. Well, now I need to find someone else to duel. I should find more about this 'Vinnie' character. Something tells me he might eventually take me up on my request of a duel."

Moz walks over to his nightstand, and pulls his phone of the charger. Never can use these things in a duel, since they only get in the way. But, sometimes you get lucky and set the phone to call theirs in the middle of the duel. Heh, those are usually the quick ones. He searched for any of the usual strings that might lead him to know more about this odd fellow, as in, checking name, business, purchases, home address, even social media, which Moz simply cannot use himself, as it would lower his status by several grades.
 
He hisses through his teeth. Goes to his laptop and starts googling wildly. Alexis Smith. Chris Ludenberg. London, both local. SOMETHING had to come up. Kids still used facebook, right?

The major results for Aleixs was an incident a few years back at a Disney land, where she somehow pulled the sword in the stone free.... despite it being rigged to not be able to have such happen. most of the other things where posts from her Twitter acount, which amounted to history jokes, programming humor, and pictures of mouth watering food.
 
"It's not wise to underestimate people. Please don't judge a book by its cover," I add, "At the moment, it looks like a 'protect the world' sort of duty, from the supernatural sort of threats."

Telepathically, Father Time let's Rae only know is that the threat is nearby the protagonist's area within a twenty mile radius.
 
"All of you. I will not have infighting in my town. Get out!" Snapping his fingers, all the protagonists find themselves back in their homes. Meanwhile Terry and Mara smile suspiciously behind Father Time as they are all sent their way.
Ren appears in his house and goes on to the Computer, Trying to find where the other protagonists live, And take Moz up on that Duel of his of course.
 
All Protagonists
A knock on the door can be heard at all of your dwellings, whether it be apartment or house.
 
Moz looks over to his door, "Yes? This is the home of Misontia, now, do you have a complaint or a request?" Moz made sure to restock his sleeves and pant legs with more caltrops in their special containers.

Great, more things to add to this klein bottle that is his plate. He is still processing those strange figures, not to mention that he is still digging through Vinnies feed, I mean seriously, how often does one need to post about some play they did?
 
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