Magical Sailor Fuku

Game has offically begun: Feel free to begin posting! (Make sure you read the first two posts before hand though!)

I had been told I was beautiful. People would constantly comment on how lovley my snow white hair was done in the twin pony tails I always had it in. Or how lovely and glowing my pure pale skin looked. Which remained that way no matter how much sun I bathed in. They would comment on how my eyes would seem to change color to match the mood or decor. I was said to a prize of such beauty that I could only have been crafed in the image of the gods.

I never argued, but never agreed either. Vainity was not a trait I was able to experience. My job was far more important then the ideals of human emotions.

That's not to say, I thought emotions were worthless. They were just something I had a limited range of. I could feel sadness and happyness. Even anger and lonelyness.

Though at the moment, I had wished I couldn't feel fear as I ran down the hallways of the palace.

"Oracle! Don't worry about us! You must make it o-AARRRGGGHHH" Came a voice from behind me. I dared not look back from the very start. His warning was uneeded. I had no intension of stopping. I could not fight the one who followed. I knew this. I was sad that the soilders had to die to slow him down. But there wasn't any time.

Just not enough time...

I had never run so fast in my life. My heart was pounding against my rib cage in rage. I could have gone so much faster if I had used even an once of my power. But that musn't happen. I'd need everything to do what must be done.

"You can run all you like Oracle. Or should I say Eliza? You know I'm faster!" He said from behind. He was catching up. I knew it. He couldn't catch me here. I was almost there. I had to make it! There was no other way!

I ran into the next hallway to be greeted by a small group of surviving soilders. They quickly propelled me behind them as they blocked his way. I could hear him scream out in rage as he quickly began to dispatch them. It wouldn't take him long to deal with them. But it may just buy me enough time...

By the time I heard him closing back in on me in the distance it was already too late. I had reached the alter room.

There it stood. The Prisim alter. A beautiful crystal that reflected and changed light, sat atop a small alter. This was what I would need to achive my goal. The seals had to be cast.

Gathering all my power, I changed myself into light. A wonderfull hue of all the rainbow's glory. With that done, I entered the prisim. The one known as Rymar entered the room just then. His eyes that I had seen so often, no longer seemed his own. I had never seen his eyes filled with so much darkness. Their brownish color seeming to have become red. He brushed his short dark black hair back, half subconsiously as he took my perdiciment in.

He wore the usual Mirror Knights garb. Though it too had become different. Mirror Knights usually wore plated mail over chainmail. The Chainmail was always silver, and the plate mail was always just like a mirror (Though as strong as any steel). Yet only reflecting what the wearer wished it to. So even on the brighest day, no light would emit from it for his allies. Yet it would be blinding to his enemies.

These however seemed tainted on Rymar. His chainmail was red, his mirror plates black. They were still mirrors, but more of a marble then glass.

"Eliza... Eliza, Eliza, Eliza..." He said without looking at me. In fact he was mock pacing as if he was mulling over how to punish a rotten child.

"You are making this much more difficult then it needs to be Eliza. You know I need you to help me break the seal on the Malice Mirror. I can't have you trapped in there. So why don't you come out now?"

"I will not, the Malice Mirror MUST remained sealed. You know this Rymar. I'm sorry for what happened, but-"

"BUT NOTHING!" He roared cutting me off, "The mirror WILL be unsealed! I WILL MAKE you unseal it!"

I sighed, watching him. "To think you were once the head of the Mirror Knights. Is this truely what you want? The slaughter of your own men on your hands?"

"Means to an end my dear. I will do whatever it takes. You know that."

"I do know that Rymar. And so shall I"

With that I released the last part of the spell I had been casting since I first entered this prisim. Though my life would be forefit, I would create a set of seven new seals and hide them in the mortal relm. There the shards of my life force would seek out those who would make worthy heros, and possess mirrors close to them. When these individuals lookied into the mirror, the spell would release their true selfs. The inner image they hold dear for their own soul. With these new forms and powers. I hoped they may be able to succed. Where I had lost.

It was by now that Rymar had realized what I was doing. "You fool! Do you wish to die for nothing!? Don't do it! ELIZA! PLEASE!"

He was showing geniune concern. I had not expected such a thing after what he had done. As I began to break apart, I looked into his eyes one last time. Remembering what once was, and what never could be again.

"I'm sorry... goodbye...onii.....chan...."

-Meanwhile at the hall of justice- I mean in the moral realm-
(I'm incapible of typing/saying that without that line popping in my head. >_<)

Seven shards, the colors of the rainbow, rained silently down upon a city. Unseen by all. Eliza had wanted to spread them out further, but could barley open the portal to the mortal realm to even get the shards there. She would have to settle with them only spreading out over this one city.

Seven people were sought out, seven mirrors were possessed. One belonging to each of the seven.

Soon seven warriors would awaken. Their lives thrown upside down, forced to fight a battle they didn't ask for, but had to face. For if they did not. Then all was lost.

Finally a final shard fell. One of pure white snow. Though it's location was a mystery indeed.

-Back with Rymar-
"No...Eliza...why..." He was doubled over. Tears upon his eyes. Desperation painted across his face.

"I've...I've lost...b...." The words did not come. His expression changed quickly. From sorrow to rage.

"No... No I WILL seek them out. I will seek out these new seals. I know what you have done Eliza, but it will not work. No matter what it takes..."

"...I WILL release what's trapped inside the mirror...."

WARNING: This is a pre-story OOC post only. The following post will be an actual story post. Also once that post is up the lock on this game will dissapear, and you will all be free to post! ^_^ Yay!

Ok I'm sure we're all ready to get things started and leap into the transformations. But I think a small period as our orginal selves should be done first. About a day, though let's make sure we don't drag it on for too long. After all, we don't want to bore ourselves.

I'm going to 'Tag' someone. Hope you don't mind, to get things started. You are in no way entitled to stay and interact with the situation I've set up. You're free to leave if you so desire. I'm just getting things started. The rest of you can choose where/how to enter your character. You may start anywhere. Do not think you have to have your charactes meet everyone else right off the bat. If the majority of your story is for example taking place on the other side of town, that's fine.

Maybe three of the players are in the mall and you're off at the zoo? Or at school. Eventually you'll all meet up. Think seriously about what path you envision your character taking during this game. Think of it as one big story.

I hope you've all seriously thought about your character's living arrangments (with family? A roomate?) and their occupation (school? A job?) Obviously for some of you, this will be a major issue after you transform.

But I'm sure you've all already thought about that.

During the game I may give you objectives. Things you'll have to see about working around. For a start you must post about WHEN the shard enters the mirror. It taking on it's colored hue, and eventually looking into it. Yes, you must post about the mirror becomming empowered. I will also leave your transformations up to you. Try not to make it a 'poof I've changed' TF, but if you really don't think you can do much else, then it's fine.

You are free to use NPCs as you see fit. The rule here is when one person brings in an NPC for story purposes (like say a store clerk) If say Kumi posts about talking to a store clerk (and controls the clerk) and then you want to post talking to the same clerk. You DON'T have to wait for Kumi to control the clerk. You may take control of the person as well (UNLESS Kumi says beforehand not to. You MUST label the NPC off limits when you first introduce them however, if you want to be the only one to controll them.

Another important rule is to keep the NPC in character. Even if it's not much, they'll all have some sort of character. I dont' want a quiet kind store clerk, suddenly shoutting profanities and throwing fish at people ok?

Ok let's start stuff. Just a few posts as your orginal selfs.

(Edward isn't an NPC he's the character I'll control.)

Edward sighed as he sweapt up the floor in the dining room of his privatly owned resteraunt.

The buissness had been slow today, but he didn't mind. It was good to have a day like this. It was already fifteen minutes into lunch break, and only a few customers were in the lobby enjoying their orders. He had to admit that running a buissness by yourself was hard work. What was even worse, he was about to loose his only help today. But it really couldn't be helped. Not with the reason why.

"Hey Mr. Edward!" Yelled a cute blond girl of about ninteen years of age. She had just turned it last month. She wore a very cute and frilly waitress uniform, which Edward had modeled after one he had seen in an anime. He knew having a 'japanese anime' style dinner wasn't 'commen' but he loved it just the same. He smiled as she ran up, having put back on her glasses. They made her blue eyes even more stunning.

(If anyone has a suggestion for the uniform she's wearing, let me know.)

"Yes Sandra, is it time for you to go already?" He asked brushing some dust off of his white apron. He wore simple blue other then that. Just a pair of work pants, and a t-shirt.

"Hai! I'm sorry I have to leave you Mr. Edward," She said sadly. He had at the start of her time working here, told her many times not to call him Mr, and that plain old Edward was just fine. She however won out in the end.

"Don't be silly dear, you're about to full fill your dream. What was it now? Chosen to be a nurse at a very well kept hospital? I hear there is even a chance of helping out some of the local high schools!" She blushed.

"It has been a dream of mine to be a nurse, and being able to help people out around my own age is icing on the cake. But I still feel bad for leaving you like this. Now you're all alone!"

"Oh don't feel bad about me. I'm sure an old fuddy duddy like me can manage"

"You're only thirty-two!" Sandra said with a giggle, "I know you think you're over the hill, but I think you've still got a lot of life left to walk! Besides, you still look great for your age! That dirty blond hair of yours is stylish!"

"Even though it's short?"

"I think it suits you!" She smiled. "Even your glasses look natural on you!"

"Maybe, but I don't think they do the same for my dull brown eyes, that your glasses do for your blue ones"

"Oh geez, there is just no complimenting you! Maybe you really are getting old gramps!" She said with a show of her tongue afterward.

"Oh? Maybe I'm too old to remember where you're final paycheck is..." He said with a look to the sky and a finger to his chin.

"Ah! No! I'm sorry!" She sqeeked out. He laughed, handing her her pay, "So aren't you going to change? You're still wearing the uniform."

"I know! It's a keepsake! Thanks Edward!" She said dashing off right afterward. Edward blinked for a few moments before calling out.

"H-Hey! Those are expensive you know!"

"Yeah but you got a ton of them in the back! Don't worry! I'll take care of it!" He smiled.

"Make sure to take care of yourself too!"

"I will! I'll write! I promise!" And with that she was gone. He stood there stairing after her for just a few moments, before turning to check on his customers.

It was then that he noticed that the guy closest to him had run out of beverage. The boy, looking to be about twenty years of age, had short brown hair, and greyish eyes. He wore jeans and a t-shirt. Nothing fancy. Looked nice from what Edward could tell. Guy was a bit on the skinny side though.

"Excuse me sir, but may I refill your drink?" He asked politly.

(-Tag Kumi- Hope you don't mind, but it's your character I have sitting there with an empty drink)

(OOC: Sandra the NPC is off limits as well. Would have mentioned that at the start of this post, but didn't want to ruin the suprise. ^_~ )

Melanie is walking about town, looking for a restaurant to have lunch had, her having gotten off from school today. She's poking along, nobody even looking at her. "Figures..." She says to herself with a sigh. "I wear my cutest outfit and still nobody pays attention to me." She's in a cute pink blouse, a denim skirt, and nice heels. She adjusts her glasses, looking up. "I wish I could be more beautiful..." She said to herself, wishing that same wish every day. She heads to a small restaurant, which just so happens to be Edward's. She walks in, looking around. "This looks nice..." She says, giving a slight smile.

A young man of 17 stands outside the restaurant holding a silver laptop.

"Hm. I heard this place was pretty good. I guess I have time for a quick bite."

He looks over at Melanie. "Hello. Uh, excuse me for asking, but do you know if this place is good?"

Melanie looks over at the 17 year old, shocked that anyone is even talking to her. "Uhhh, not really sure. I just saw it and thought I'd try it."

"Oh, okay. Looks like I get to be bold, then. Thanks, though."

He opens the door and is startled to see the small number of customers.

"Hm. Must've beat the lunch rush," he mutters to himself as he approaches Edward. "Excuse me, sir. What kind of food do you sell here?"

Melanie wanders in behind this stranger, admiring the decor.

In another part of town not far from here, Maria Taylor was at work. Another day in the office.... She sighed. She was sure, when she finished college, that things would be more exciting than this. Or at least, more interesting. But she couldn't get anyone to even look at her novels, and the only jobs she seemed qualified for were mundane desk-sitting paper-pushers.
She sighed again, looking longingly out the window. Was it time for lunch yet?... At least then she could go outside, take a bit of a walk. The other day she's seen an advertisement in the newspaper for a new restaurant/cafe- and the ad had featured a photograph of a smiling girl in a cute maid dress and apron. Just like the "maid cafes" all over Japan that she'd heard about.
Maria had to admit, she was curious. A lot of people went on about how "oh, it's degrading" and so forth. But well, to her mind, if the jobs had applications out the wazoo and the girls working there were happy in their work and not asked to, oh, flash their panties to customers or whatever, how was that the case? She had to admit, she'd rather like to see one for herself, just to make up her own mind on the subject.
A trip to Japan was of course not in the cards right now, however much she may wish it. But at least she could check out this American variation, right?... Yeah, sounded like a good idea. Her co-workers would already think it was weird- even with the manga art calendar on her wall, the little plastic figurine atop her computer. Well, she'd just go by herself.
And it looked like it was time for lunch. With a sigh of relief, Maria pushed away from her desk and collected her bag, all set to go down and sample this new offering.

(Outfit recommendations? Hm, maybe this one: http://photobucket.com/image/chii%20mai ... 3.jpg?o=19 - after all, at least it's got the bloomers under it to keep her from flashing people. Thus far all the known anime character maids I can find have really really short skirts, but this one's the only one with a layer under it. Or this one: http://photobucket.com/image/chii%20mai ... 5.jpg?o=13 - the skirt looks so full that it wouldn't be quite so short when in a standing posture, and the bodice is modest. And it is a very well-known show, either way.... But I'll keep looking.)

After Edward had gotten his answer from the young man with an empty drink cup. (To give you some time to post a reply Kumi. We'll say whatever you post happened before Haylie's character Mike talks to Edward)

"Well there is a majority of Japanese dishes, though it does include a hamburger, but it's served a bit differently in Japan. I also have a slew of pasta's you can choose from, as well as the specail of today: Reject Chilli"

Edward was sure the 'Reject Chilli' would draw a confused stair, but he was use to it. Most of his regulars had told him on more then one occasion that they actually enjoyed his odd sense of naming dishes, though it did make them question the contents at first. He just figured that as long as he wasn't hurting anyone.

"There are menu's at every table if you're interested in trying my place out," Edward said with a warm smile.

"I think I will. Uh, do you mind if I type?" Mike asked, patting his laptop. "I have my own wireless."

Meanwhile across the street Mel is walking right near the restaurant where everyone is at. "Man I'm hungry." Mel said as he noticed a restaurant. "That place looks good I guess I should eat here." Mel said as he entered the restaurant.

Brillton looks at the glass and nods he sighs looking at the classifieds in the paper. "Ohh it is Sandra's last day Dang I forgot about that. I meant to get her a gift." He eats at Edward's restaurant/cafe a couple times a week. He sighs something seems to be bothering him so hardly notices Edward not that he talks much to him anyhow.

"AH! Son of a banshee!"
Ray pulled his hand out of the '97 Taurus and nursed the lovely gash on his hand. As he did so, Maxwell leaned over from the customer counter to shake his head at the young man. "How in the hell do you keep a clean mouth in a garage, boy? I thought these wankers'd have you taught properly by now!" Maxwell was the epitome of the tall, lanky Brit. He even had the skinny face and bowl cut black hair of some kind of Beatles impersonator. Ray sighed at his Limey of a boss. "You know I don't cuss, Max. Anyways, I'm gonna take lunch. This ride's good to go." Ray headed off to the sink to clean off. Maxwell grabbed a sheet of paper and a key and waved it at Ray. "Oi, don't forget you got to change out some axles after you get back! I don't want you loitering about when there's work to be done."

Ray ignored the man and got his lunch box. He never took longer than 30 minutes for lunch, and Max knew it. So maybe it was something else that was getting to him. Was he working fast enough? Or was did he leave another bolt loose like the one last week? Ray walked out of "Maxwell's Silver Hammer Auto Repair" and sat down on his usual bench near the park. The atmosphere was nice, and the smells from that little restaurant around the corner always made his meal taste a little better. Ray bit into his sandwich and kept thinking to himself. Maybe Max just didn't like him. But why?

Edward made a note to refill Brillton's glass. He knew Sandra would have made a note about what the man was drinking somewhere. He could of sworn this was a regular custormer, but it wasn't one he generally got to talk to so he wasn't sure.

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To mike he merely nodded pleasntly to, "Labtops are fine. I'm not a very strick person. I've gotten people holding lan parties in here before!" He gave a short laugh.

(How do you HAVE your own wireless? I'm not sure that's possible...)


OOC: PS: You all don't HAVE to come to the resteraunt. When I said it was fine to have something going on with your character on the other side of town I meant it. You can start up something in a completely different area, and not feel obliged that you HAVE to post comming to Edwards resteraunt.)