Running in the 90's [Harry Potter / Multicross]

[Lunaryon]

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Harry Potter

Gender	Male		Age	8
Height	48'' (4'0'')		Weight	50.5 lb (22.9 kg)
Aliases	None
	Base	Bonus	Equipment	Total
Health	10	+0	+0	10/10
Mana
Ki
Sanity	100	+0	+0	100/100
Strength	7
Dexterity	14			* Tagged Stat
Constitution	6
Intelligence	10
Wisdom	9			* Tagged Stat
Charisma	13			* Tagged Stat
Status Effects
Name
Skills
Name
Diplomacy
Larceny

 

[Lunaryon]

Some would say that our heroes story began the day that he went out to play, only to nearly face death.

That is not wrong.

But at it's core, neither is it correct.

For this is a tale of actions and reactions, and the ways they can shape the lives of others even half a world away.

All things considered equally, our story begins... at the end of another tale.

A single strike.

And Mount Horai falls. Shattered by the fist of a mortal. Filled with other concerns, Ranma Saotome thinks not of the effects that bringing a mountain down could bring.

Then again... few people could have expected the results that followed. A strike of ki, injected with the force strong enough to move mountains directly into the point where four laylines intersect.

It shouldn't be too surprising that such a blow could, even if only for a few moments, shake and rumble the dragon lines of the world.

Knocked free of it's bonds, the swirling river of ki soared through the night air of England, dispersing the very energies of life across the country. All over the nation, the morning light would seep over the horizon, to find people - men and women, children and the elderly, all infused with energy and life, strengthened by the events that occurred on the far side of the world.

And of those people? Only a handful would have an idea of what had happened, but it would be hours before the first news broke, and even then, the mystery surrounding the battle of Mount Horai would stand for weeks longer.

In the years that follow, others have posited that that was the sign. The mark that lead to those things that followed.

Including the events of the most fateful morning of young Harry Potter's life.

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It was a slow... bleary rise from the inky depths of slumber. With a throaty moan, you flop up, eyes blinking slowly as your mind begins to start up on it's own, in comparison to the mornings that you were used to. Stretching as you could within the cupboard under the stairs, you reached out a hand. allowing it to idly catch the metal pulley that hung from above.

Giving a sharp tug, the bulb above flickered to life, and you began your day.

Sure, it was odd that you weren't woken. Either that means that it's early than you think it is...

or...

Or... you have no idea. Pulling on a pair of pants and tossing on a shirt, you quickly run a hand through your hair, half-heartedly trying to tame the dirty mop of black that you've never been able to tame. A few moments pass, as the last of your thought processes finally engage, and you reach out.

You...
[][CUP] Swing open the door easily, after the second panic attack where you broke the lock on the door, your uncle never got around to replacing it
[][CUP] Grab the nail file from where you've hidden it, and after a moment of fiddling manage to unlock the door from the inside.
[][CUP] Open the door like a normal person

Stepping out into the hall, you hiss at the surprising amount of sunlight aligned just to hit you in the face.

Yep. Not earlier than you thought.

You overslept, which is an insane concept. You've never been allowed to oversleep. Stumbling into the kitchen... you find yourself in a madhouse.

Your kitchen is a complete and total mess.

Plates haphazardly stacked in the sink, under a trio of pans. All almost overflowing with oil and lard. The arid scent of burnt bacon lingers in the air. And after a moment you can spot the source.

Unsuprisingly enough, it's burnt bacon. Lots of it. Next to some blackened eggs, and soggy toast.

The Dursley's didn't have you cook for them today.

That is near unheard of.

They didn't have you cook. And there is a very, very good reason why they have you cook.

Your aunt is a monster in the kitchen. She can barely boil water without ruining your kitchen. Now... that's not to say that she isn't capable of crafting delicious food.

She most certainly can, but regardless of what she makes, the kitchen looks a flaming tornado swept through afterwords.

Said aunt is hunched over, staring at the screen of the television, a hand over her mouth. Watching the news.
Alien Invasion? - Armada from space in the skies above Tokyo - scrolls across the bottom of the news ticker
And from the sounds of it, it's legitimate news, not the gossip that she normally listens to. And in the background, you can hear the thundering steps of your uncle, followed by almost screamed words.

"What. Are. You. Saying. That's madness! It can't just all be GONE! Petrol doesn't just disappear! Well find out where it went!" He demands of the phone.

You don't know where Dudley is... but that really isn't the most important thing at the moment...

You...
[][KIT] Start Cleaning
[][KIT] Quietly leave, before your Aunt and Uncle realize your here
[][KIT] Ask Aunt Petunia what's going on?

 

[Lunaryon]

Blugh. Rolls. So many rolls.

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[8][CUP] Grab the nail file from where you've hidden it, and after a moment of fiddling manage to unlock the door from the inside.
[6][KIT] Start Cleaning

Harry Potter is Dexterity Aligned
Harry Potter is Wisdom Aligned

Harry Potter gains skill Larceny

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You do your best to keep a straight face as you look over the kitchen, but it's hard. There's a small plate of Eggs and bacon on the counter, along with a rather dry looking piece of toast.

So that is what Aunt Petunia made this morning. Which leaves the question - What is all that black stuff burnt onto the stove? Why is the fridge open? How many pots does it take to make eggs? It really shouldn't take the... you take a moment to count... Five pans?

You can't help the completely exasperated sigh that slips past your lips. Just...

Just how Aunt Petunia. How do you make such a huge mess when you are simply cooking. HOW.

Shaking the thoughts free, you head into the kitchen, and drop to your knees. Opening up the cupboard under the sink, you pull out a pair of yellow rubber gloves, a scrubby pad, and the Kitchen Cleaner that your aunt thankfully buys. For occasions such as these.

First you move the plate that had been set out for you, placing it over on the Kitchen table, and then you clear off the stove. From there, you attack. Scrubbing and scratching and slowly wearing down and away the sticky, smelly, inky black mess that Petunia seems to simply summon into existence whenever she cooks. Of course, you'd never say such things to her face, you know that your aunt and your uncle seem to have the very idea of anything that isn't completely ordinary...

You'll keep your peace. It seems to be the simplest way to live.

But as you continue to clean, you can hear your uncle yelling into his phone. "Listen to me, you blubbering idiot! I don't care if it looks like all the Petrol has disappeared! You have a job and I expect you to-"

Petunia squawks, and as you glance over towards the screen. The Telly's screen is flickering and sputtering, the image breaking up.

After a few moments, the screen clears... but there is something else on the screen. Not the news report that had been on going a few moments before.

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On the screen was a... being, sitting atop a throne, as smaller creatures scurried back and forth, interacting with all shapes and sorts of machines. There was a deep booming noise, like boulders crashing against each other. It was hard, and you couldn't understand a thing. After a few moments, one of the small creatures squealed, and gave a thumbs up to the larger creature. It nodded, before turning back to the camera.

It stood, and began to speak, but there was no sound.

At least at first. After a few moments, sound began to play across the screen. "Greetings, Humans of the Planet Earth. I am Angra Manjyu, High King of the Celestial Oni Empire." The voice coming across the screen was sharp, and metallic, and it lagged behind the shapes that the mouth fo the creature made. "We have come to conquer your planet, to add your resources, your cultures, and your ideological belief systems to the Enclave." The figure looked over towards one of the smaller creatures, which gave a number of sputtering croaks and ribbets to the giant that easily dwarfed over it.

In the other room, you could hear Vernon go quiet. "What do you mean turn on the Telly? What channel? Any... channel? Wha- It's taken over every channel." The man's voice had gone quiet, "I-I see. Give me a moment."

Vernon entered into the kitchen, ignoring the fact that at some point you had abandoned cleaning and was tied to the screen, just as your Aunt was. "Wha-what is that?"

"However," The Oni continued, as it returned to it's throne. "We are not cruel, nor are we here to destroy, so... we offer a challenge. To the One hundred and Ninty Five countries and political states of this planet, you have ten solar cycles in which to gather and forward the census data of your populations to us. Once ten solar cycles have passed, we shall select one of your people at random. And we shall select one of our own. They shall compete, and should your champion succeed... we shall leave. Until such a time passes, we shall be sending down shuttles to the capitols of each of your states, and to the intra-political entity known as the United Nations. From there, those who wish to speak with us shall be allowed to board our mother ship. While it will be a pale comparison to the full court back upon our home world, we shall hold court. You may come, you may speak your minds and your concerns, so that we may prove that we shall be a kind and fair ruler of your planet."

Vernon collapsed backwards, into one of the chairs in the kitchen... staring at the screen. "Aliens." He said, in part to himself, and in part to the stranger on the other side of the phone. "We're being invaded by aliens." It takes a few moments, before Vernon reaches up, and lightly slaps his cheeks. "Right. Right. Aliens. This is a thing. This is a thing that is happening. Roger, call the board of directors, then get Adams to pull up all the data that you've been collecting this morning. We're likely going to need it. After that, I'll need to cancel all my appointments for the day. Yes, I know that they are rather important contracts that I'm supposed to be handling today, but I have a feeling that they'll be understanding."

"Next we need to find someone who won't completely freak out over the aliens. I have a feeling that our missing Petrol might have something to do with our new visitors. After that... After that, head into my office. In my desk, on the bottom right drawer. Take twenty bucks and the bottle of wine. Go get yourself something nice and take the rest of the day off." Vernon hangs up the phone, and sighs, as he gets back up. "Right... Well my Day off is cancelled." Pulling his wife close, he gives Petunia a long, deep kiss. "Sorry pet, but it looks like the Office is going to need me."

Vernon turned, looking down at you. "Boy." He said with a nod. "Once you finish with the Kitchen... You're free for the day as well." There was a thoughtful look on the man's face, before he pulled out his wallet and handed you a crisp five bill. "You know what. When the Ice Cream truck comes by, get yourself something to eat as well. Who knows what's going to happen in the coming days." Your uncle sort of blankly wanders off after handing you that.

That was weird.

Very weird.

But you are not one to look a good thing over too closely.

​

After about fifteen minutes, you finish up the rest of the kitchen.

What do you do now?

[][FOOD] Eat breakfast
[][FOOD] Don't eat Breakfast
[][FOOD] Make your own Breakfast

[][ACT] Where is Dudley, he's normally in front of the TV, but you don't hear it in the living room?
[][ACT] Go and play in the park
[][ACT] Go to the Library
[][ACT] There are people moving in down the lane, go say hi!

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[Lunaryon]

[8][FOOD] Make your own Breakfast

[4][ACT] There are people moving in down the lane, go say hi!

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Harry Potter is Charisma Aligned

Harry Potter gains skill Diplomacy

Harry Potter gained Intimacy 'Dursley Family' - "Cold, but Cordial. Hideously unfair in favor of Dudley, but Cordial enough."

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As you complete the last of the kitchen cleaning that you needed to do, you take the plate of food that Petunia had set aside for you and quickly and concisely store the food.

You really aren't in the mood for Eggs and bacon and toast. Especially not the really oily way that Petunia cooks them. So you cook your own breakfast.

One that is better in every way then the one that she cooked. Healthier, more filling, and... of course, tastier.

It was a point of pride for you, for while Petunia was quite capable a cook... even with the disasters that she left in her wake, even your aunt would admit that your cooking was superior.

Finishing up your own meal, you grab an apple off the counter as you head out. Once you are outside, you casually glance up and down the street, making sure to look both ways before you cross the street.

First... ugh, you know what, you might as well stop by Mrs. Figg's house and talk with her. It's not like you really have anything further planned... what with the whole... aliens invading... thing meaning that you didn't have any chores...

And isn't that a thought. You never really were one for flights of fancy. No one in the Dursley house was. The idea of Aliens... it was something foreign, something other than the world that you had grown up in.

It was something that was going to take some getting used to.

Aliens exist, and they are here. On Earth.

And there is nothing that we can do about it. We can't fight them. They will win.

Shaking your head, you start heading down the street, humming lightly to yourself.

However, as you continue on your way, you notice something.

There, across the street - back on the same side of the street as your own house, there's a big truck sitting there, parked almost on the curb. It takes you a moment, but you do recognize the house. That's one of the houses that Dudley and his friends keep breaking into. You don't know what they do in there, but...

Well, to be completely honest. You don't really care. When they were in the house, they wouldn't mess with you.

"Oi! You!" Blinking, you turned, and standing there was a giant of a man. Well... at least, he was a giant when compared to you. He was shorter and thinner then Vernon. There was a harsh look on his face, though, you weren't sure if that was because he had spotted you, or the fact that he was visibly struggling with the box in his hands. "I know you..." He hissed out. "You're that little delinquent brat that Mr. Dursley keeps around, ain'tcha." That wasn't a question. Nor was it an accusation. It was a statement. "Get of here, you little brat. I'll not have you stealing from these good peo-"


"呃，那個白痴去哪裡用我的老砝碼？" Another voice called out, before a short "Oh, whoops." followed by a short giggle. "But where did he g-" The voice says, as you blink. That was not a voice that you recognized, and you've spoken to pretty much everyone in the area. A girl came around the corner of the truck, a thoughtful look on her face. And... yeah, you have no idea who this girl is.

You've never seen this girl before, and you're pretty sure that you would remember her if you had.

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Dressed in a white shirt and jeans, the dark haired woman had a distinct accent, but it wasn't one that you could place. Not that that was a particularly strange thing, given how few accents you've heard while living here. "Ah! There you are!" She said, giving a bright smile to the man towering over you, "And there you are, come to Mama!"

Stepping forward, the young woman held her hands out for the box. "Don't worry about that one, I know just where to put those old things." It was a little absurd to watch.

This guy who was easily a head taller than the girl, and more than twice as wide as she was, and yet she was asking for the box. There was no way that she'd be able to...

It looks like the girl got tired of waiting, and ignored whatever blather than the mover had, because she stepped forward, and placed her hands on the box. Then she lifted. She didn't just lift, but quickly adjusted the box, and held it up, balanced above her shoulder on a single palm. She was casually lifting the box that the mover could barely lift.

That was scary. "Oh? Hello there?"

"H-hi!" You stutter out, eyes wide, as the girl casually holds up the box that the much bigger man was having trouble with. "Anyways," She says with a grin, turning back to the man "Dad told you not to worry with the really big boxes, you just worry about the smaller stuff. I know Dad isn't the... most fit looking man, but everything will be fine." She waved him off with a hand, before turning back to you.

"I'm Mei," She said, "What's your name?"

"H-harry, miss." You say, almost reflexively. "H-harry Potter."

"Nice to meet you, Harry." Turning back, she started to carry the huge box back to the her house. "I hope I'll see you around. It'll be at least two weeks before Dad's Dojo starts accepting students. Maybe you'll see about taking some classes? Anyways, I gotta help get everything moved in. See ya, Potter-kun. Oops!" She giggled. "Don't mind me."
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Day 2 is complete, next time - Day 3!
Tomorrow Morning...
[][NEWS] Watch the News
[][NEWS] Skip the News

After your chores are done... what do you do?
[][ACT] You still haven't seen Dudley... Vernon and Petunia don't seem to be worried though...
[][ACT] Go and Play at the park
[][ACT] Go to the Library
- [] What do you look up
[][ACT] Go and Visit someone
- [] Who? You don't know many people...
[][ACT] Go running
[][ACT] Climb Trees​

 

[Lunaryon]

Uggggh... I've been trying all day...

But I'm just not feeling this update. My brain is just not pouring out words today. So this is probably going to be a little bit shorter than usual.

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It was with a strange sort of... solidarity... that's not the word, but it happens to be the best word that you can think of.

It was with a strange sense of togetherness, a feeling that echoed slightly across the whole of your family. You, your aunt, and your uncle were all sat at the table, each with your eyes hooked to the screen in front of you.

To think that the three of you could be in a room without that pervading sense of anger, of frustration, and of resignation cloying the air around you. Prior, you'd never have thought that such a thing was doable. Of course, all it took was an alien invasion for the sole purpose of taking over the world to do so.

But... you know... progress?

The three of you watched in silence as a group of people approached the camera, gathering close to the Cameraman, who seems to have decided to record not just the court of the Oni King, but the entire trip.

Once all the gathered people had collected together, they approached the ship. It was an actually kind of cool looking thing. Shaped almost like a wing, and sort of like the swoosh thing that that American shoe company used for their logo.

Nike. That was the name of the company. The ship was fatter at the bottom, thinning as it stretched up and backwards. The outside of it was a bright shiny looking silver color with darker grey rectangles across the very bottom of the ship. The whole of the ship glowed slightly, as it wavered slightly in the air, a soft hum all the sound that the ship was giving off to show that it was not only on, but that the ship wasn't even touching the ground.

After a few moments, the front of the ship shimmered, and with a soft red glow, a door was outlined. It split, swinging down like a hinge, revealing the inside of the ship. One by one, the people who came to speak with the Oni entered into the ship, and with them came the Cameraman. Once each and every person had entered into the ship, the door swung back up closed. The inside of the ship looked just as amazing and alien as the outside of the ship did.

It was a very minimalist design, something as far from the American shuttles that you had seen a video on at school as you could imagine. There was plenty of room for everyone inside, instead of it being cramped. It was also just as quiet on the inside as it was on the outside. Little more than a soft hum rolling through the ship. You watched as the Camera man turned, revealing that in the short time that he had been studying the inside of the ship, it had already left.

The window,, as it were, seemed to simply be a part of the walls that slowly turned transparent, before fading back into opacity on the other side. The ship was already high above London, arcing through the air like an arrow set loose of it's bow. And it was less than a minute before the ship started to slow, the skyline of Tokyo already coming into view.

In less than sixty seconds, the ship made half way around the world. It was amazing.

It was terrifying.

This was a show of power by the aliens, just as much as anything else was.

When it came down to it, there wasn't much that we could do against the aliens if they decided to just conquer earth.

Boarding the mothership, you watched as the group was moved through long hallways. Really interesting was the sheer number of different aliens that the group passed. Strange humanoid aliens that looked almost perfectly human, aliens that looked nothing like humans. The sheer amount of diversity was amazing.

That was a word that kept showing up when seeing what these aliens could do.

Amazing.

But really... was it? How did you really feel about all these strange aliens, and everything that they did.

[][FEELS] Xenophile
- In the future, those people close to you would eventually come to describe you as a total Xenophile. It wasn't just a love of all things aliens - you adorded them, their technology, and the societies that you have come to be exposed to. In a very serious way, you believe that the aliens are better than humanity... And when it comes down to it, you'd likely side with any aliens against humanity.
[][FEELS] Aliens are Awesome
- The Technology that the aliens have shown is just... downright extraordinary. They've shown themselves to be far more advanced than Humanity, and you are excited to see that Earth has entered into the galactic stage.
[][FEELS] Aliens are cool
- These are Aliens. From Space. That is so cool!
[][FEELS] Don't Care
- You have no strong feelings on this one way or the other. The aliens are different from you, that isn't good. That isn't bad. That just means that they are not the same.
[][FEELS] Nervous
- These aliens are more powerful than humanity, and that leaves Earth at a disadvantage... Which worries you.
[][FEELS] Scared
- An Alien race has come to invade the Earth. No matter how they have tried to pretty it up, they are still different from you, and that means you cannot trust them.
[][FEELS] Xenophobe
- As they say in that game of Dudley's, Do not suffer the Xeno to live.

After a while of moving through the ship, the gathered group started to encounter other groups, each from different places on the planet. The people of Earth gathered together... sort of clumping all into a huge nervous looking group. The cameraman did his best to stick in the back of the group, trying to keep the whole of the group on camera, while also doing his best to show off the ship.

"Gak!" The man called out, as the image tipped, as the camera started to fall. "No!" The three of you could hear, before the camera came to a bobbing stop, with the cameraman himself in frame. Obviously, it wasn't him who grabbed it, but it still looked to be worked, so it probably didn't crash into the ground either.

"majQa' pagh, Human," A voice says, as the camera lifts back up, "tlhoS SoH qet je rom qabDaq mIllogh qonwI' DoH volchaH chuH tlhIj jIH." The camera shifts around, revealing a strange figure.

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"DubelmoHchugh jIHvaD vay' potlh'e' pong chenmoH be 'e' wej QIH mIllogh qonwI' chaw' 'ej qaStaHvIS maHvaD SoH ghantoH je toH wa' nob chaw'."

"Uhhh..." The Cameraman said, obviously completely unsure how to react to the alien before him. She floated forward, and placed something in the man's hands, and with a jaunty wave, continued on her way.

There's a short laugh, as another alien claps the cameraman on the shoulder, based on the way that the camera jerks. Another alien steps into view of the camera, a great dog shaped humanoid with scaly skin.

​

It pointed the cameraman along, and helped him through the corridors, continuing to chuckle the whole way through.

Finally arriving at the throne room, you see the various people milling about, a large table has been set along one side of the room with food and drink.

...

And one by one, different people end up approaching, speaking with the giant Oni... a sight that actually makes you realize just how much bigger he is than an ordinary human. There he is, sitting on his throne, and one of the people has approached. You don't recognize the language he's speaking in, but even standing tall, the man doesn't come up to the giant's knee.

...

...

Your attention is starting to waiver. It's... actually kind of boring to see this.

...

"Excuse me, your Majesty, but I must protest your arrival in this system." A voice says quietly, soft and feminine tones easily cutting through the mull of the voices. There is something really interesting about the voice, a... quality to the voice, one that you can't place.

...Oh, that might be the cause of it.

Sitting in front of the throne... is a cat.

"Oh, a Mao." The giant says, "I was unaware that there was a Mao in the system."

"This system is not a free system, it is under the purview of the Celestial Lunar Empire." The cat says primly, and the King of the Oni blinks, looking... surprised.

"I... Mao... Tell me, when was the last time that you have had communications with your home system?" The question took the cat off guard, but it gave a short bow before responding.

This was the strangest thing that you have ever seen. "The last time... was during The Great Fall. Thousands of years ago." There was an almost... sad look on the King of the Oni's face.

"I see." The giant stands, raising a hand, and motioning with it's hand. "Captain, I would have your assistance. This conversation is... not one for the ears of others. It is of a private nature. Mao Emissary, come along with me, so we may speak in private. Captain, please continue to answer the questions in my steed until we return."
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Following this, you went on a jog.

It was really, really windy, and you have an odd feeling that you missed something really interesting.
​

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Day 3 is complete, next time - Day 4!
Tomorrow Morning...
[][NEWS] Watch the News
[][NEWS] Skip the News

After your chores are done... what do you do?
[][ACT] Look for Dudley......Why though...
[][ACT] Go and Play at the park
[][ACT] Go to the Library
- [] What do you look up
[][ACT] Go and Visit someone
- [] Who? You don't know many people...
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