Magical Sailor Fuku

Okay, I'm going to kick this off. Events are happening both here and on IRC, and I'm not going to leave ANYONE who has expressed interest out. Sign-ups are welcome, especially if you're wanting to see where this is going before you do something.

Now, as for this setting/Thread, this is MoS's city. Here, Shadow, Shade, Shard, and the horseman can talk amongst themselves, plot for upcoming battles, etc. All who are 'serving' under MoS should probably post here as well.. Other than that, ask me questions in PM format, or start up an OOC discussion thread. I'll have a description for the city up soon enough.
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Shadow sat on the edge of the platform his palace was on.. Sakura petals drifted in an invisible wind around him. He sighs, looking over the silver metropolis that was his domain. "I hope they all find me soon.." An invitation was sent in the form of a black sakura petal..

"Seek the first King of Shadows above your heads."

A pool of blood formed behind Shadow. A red figure rose from it, forming into a humanoid shape, and the blood absorbed into it as it took on the winged-bishi form of Tyr.

"Father? Are you waiting for someone?"

"Ah.. I am, Tyr. Several someone's, actually... Have you heard the latest news?" Shadow's back was still to Tyr, but he could feel the distinct impression of a smile coming from him.

A gust of wind surrounds Aisere as he appears in the Dark City. AS he takes a look around, he repeats the inscription on the invitation that had landed on his head recently.

"Seek the first King of Shadows above your heads."

Aisere looked above, and saw what he meant.

"This is going to be boring. Guess I'll make it fun, then" Aisere muttered as he started floating upwards.

Tyr sat himself beside Shadow and hugged his father's arm. Cause he wubs his daddy. :3

"No, I guess I haven't... care to update me, father?"

"Ah.. That's right. Well, as far as I can tell, our favorite ass-hole, Cimeriel? He's moving the Nayrul AND the Luineth towards us..." Shadow gestured down towards the ground, probably to Aisere. "And the first of my guests is arriving."

Tyr siiiighed and rolled his eyes. "Great. Wonderful. When do I get to kill him again? For that matter, why don't we just kill EVERYONE? Then we won't have to worry about any of this anymore."

And, as inferred, Aisere floats up into their view. "I didn't miss anything, right, Shadow?" He blinks when he notices Tyr, and asks "Oh, and who is this kid?"

"We are, Tyr.. All of them are going to perish.. Or we'll be extinguished. This.. Is going to be interesting." He chuckles at Aisere. "This is my son, Tyr. He's the horseman of War."

Tyr gave Aisere a glance, but no more than that. Then he returned his attention to Shadow.

"How many other people are you expecting, father?"

"War? Looks nothing like a fighter. I'll take your word for it, though." Aisere smiles wryly and takes a much closer look at Tyr.

In other words, he floats closer to him until he can stare him at the face. "You seem to be too attached to your father, twerp. What's the matter? Can't live without him?"

"Probably not. If he were to die, I figure all of the Horsemen would too automatically. Anyway, he's the most awesome being in all of existance. Compared to him, someone like you is completely insignificant and worthless." Tyr's bigass spear of pointysharpness materialized in his hands, and he held it so the blade came between himself and Aisere.

"Now I would appreciate it if you would get the hell out of my face."

"Tyr. Aisere. Calm down. Both of you." Shadow looked between them, and couldn't help but smile. "Pursue your own interests, yes... But please, do not kill each other. Save it for the gods."

Aisere grinned. "Aww, so kyuuute~. I'd pinch your cheek, but I'm not that type of person. And as for Shadow here? I could probably stand up to him. If not me, Anima would. He's that type of insane madman."

The 'teenager' floated away from Tyr and stopped after a few feet. "However, I don't think I'm up to it at the moment. Laziness and all that. However, I do hear your father needs some help, so I guessed that it would be fun to come around and visit your city."

"Father! I'm back home!" Allen cries out, as he runs out of a hole in thin air to hug his father! Tightly. With lots and lots of love and even more love.