Bodies of Cyrahola [PG-16] [IC Thread]

[Enrise]

[center]Everything will be set into this link right..................................here:
http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/topic/228518-bodies-of-cyrahola-pg-16-ooc-thread/


That's it. That link will give you everything about the RP.
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Starting post:
Upon the recent and unprecedented death of Ujilpad, the Queen could only pace back and forth along the horizon in front of her throne, which remained empty since Ujilpad's death. She only grieved and sighed, no words spoken unless they were hints of sadness behind them.

"What shall I do? Ujilpad has told all of the kingdom that the Ultipon are using the raw and carcasses as pure energy to power it, and I don't know whether or not to find that true or serpentine lies. Oh how I do wish I was not the Queen..."

The Queen grieved more and more, till finally, the large door that stood in front of her allowed one of the other nobles to pass in, a Hialous to be exact. He ran up to the Queen, panting hard and gasping for about a minute. Then he spoke in a grave voice.

"My Queen, I stepped into the building that the Ultipon are in charge of. No bodies. But then again, the place is so dusty it's unbelievable that they use that building for the energy. But it's the only building they have. We searched high and low for a possible way to another building, one that has the stench of rotting corpses and blood."

He made it perfectly clear that they did not find any evidence of this. However, the Queen only grieved.


GOGOGOGO.

[Otaku-sama]

Yukari was toiling in her workshop, specifically her smelter, which was working full blast. Yukari was wearing a large protective mask as she handled the ore in the centre of blazing coal. Carefully, she slowly took the crucible out with very large tongs and swung it over to a sand mold. She poured the molten metal into the mold, which violently released sparks as it did. Some of them landed on her arms, causing her to shout muffled obscenities from behind her mask. Once the crucible was emptied, she gently put the tongs down and then jumped back, patting her arms furiously with her gloved hands. She then took off her heavy mask and placed it on a nearby table. She sighed as she inspected her burns, which speckled her arm. Each was purple and bleeding slightly. She tried touching one and gasped slightly in pain as it started to bleed more. She cursed and put her palm over it to try to stop the bleeding as she walked out of her workshop and out to the town. She made a beeline towards the doctor's house as her arm started to leave a weak trail of blood drops. She burst into the doctor's office.
"Hey doc! I need some burn poultice right away! Got myself bu-"
She realized that the doctor was already with a patient who was completely naked.
"Ohgod! Sorry!" she almost screamed as she slammed the door behind her, slumping onto the ground.
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Chihiro was buried within a large pile of books, furiously flipping through a book titled "Mythos of the East". Her face was one of pure determination as she flipped through the dusty pages, occasionally flicking up clouds of dust and making her cough. After a few minutes, she threw her hands into the air and let out an exasperated sigh.
"Why can't I find it!" she shouted to the books, before getting up and walking out of the library. As she walked out into the sun bathed streets, she was flanked by several servants, each eager to provide their respective services and perhaps a tip. Chihiro paid no attention to them and continued walking.
[i]"I'm not crazy! I know what I saw in the forest was real! I've got to prove it! Somewhere, it's got to be some record of it!"[/i] she thought angrily as she wandered into the market.

(( I assume everyone will start in the same town yes? ))

[Hydra of Ages]

The Chamber was entirely silent.

Vienna walked up to her podium, the tails of her coat bouncing behind her. A silvery baton about a foot in length fell out of her sleeve and into her hand, gleaming in the centered light. Her footsteps echoed softly in the circular room, as did the rustling of the pages when she reached the thin book opened on the top.

She found the right page and cleared her throat, raising the arm that held the baton. There was a loud shifting, like a spatter of rain, as hundreds of musicians prepared their various instruments. She waited until all was silent again, and very deliberately, thrust the baton and her hand out to the side; clear notes rang out in concert, amplified threefold by the curvature of the room.

Her hand moved again, in practiced perfection. The notes followed her, like the tail of a dog, crying out beautiful notes one after another. Instruments wove together, faded out, reemerged, exited, cut-off, cut-in; a beautiful cacophony of different sounds, souls and feelings.

She shook her head and waved her baton- the instruments cut off, except a confused couple, who carried on an orphaned tune. "Not good enough," she grumbled, walking off the stage in a huff. She turned back to the incredulous musicians while she was in the door. "You here that?! Not good enough! Get it through your thick skulls!" she declared again before exiting.

[Enrise]

“M-m-master, you wished to see me?” whined a little tiny henchman who bowed fearfully in front of a richly-fashioned man whose hair was put backwards, and showed only a tasteless smile.

“Yes, I have come to grown more, how should I put it, knowledgeable about the kingdom, and its current state. It seems that I might need to take control; in fact, I might even need to kill to the Queen to take that control, and help rebuild the kingdom. You see, what was it, Lufgove, that this kingdom has fallen from its glory age, and that it was so much better in the earlier years, before the reign of the Queen. I plan to take that throne in order to fulfill its former glory it had. You do agree with me, yes, Lufgove?”

The tiny henchman whimpered a little cry. “Yes master, of course master. I always agree with you. Even if I am not like the others, incapable, I still follow you and your decisions.”

“Ah Lufgove, you are the worthiest of my henchmen. I’m proud of that. And be damned if I wasn’t. Come! I’d like to have a word with you…”

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“WORK HARDER!” shouted a large man who lashed out a whip that seared through the skin of workers who each searched for a cry of pain. They were doing a despicable thing, carrying body parts and bodies of different kinds, sizes, and so on into a large hole that seemed to lead to somewhere. But where, nobody can tell, other than that a few flares of fire escaped the whole whenever a body went into the hole.

“If all goes well, we could see to it that the city has power for at least another 5 years. But, why stop now? Seeing bodies that are separated from their loved limbs and such is most fun to see, ahahaha!” laughed a rather young man who scouted all over the working site, and saw that two men who were close by, were not working, and sneered escaped his laughter.

“Damn slackers!” he shouted to himself, grabbing a nearby gun of his, slightly self-made, but still appeared to be a musket-worth (crappy in other words). He aimed, and breathed long and loud, and re-aimed, and fired from his porch. Twice.

Two bodies fell to the ground, and blood seeped from them, and nobody bothered to remorse or anything, other than that two men took the bodies, and carried them to the whole.

“Ah, I like shooting people who don’t do their job...”

EDIT:
Since the assassination of Noble Ujilpad, the people haven't been able to rest easy for the past few days. In fact, many refuse to sleep. Out in the town square, they each gossiped about whether or not this was true, and they only shared more rumors about it, each saying that it was to gain more power or respect. Whatever the case may be, people were in havoc from the assassination, execution some call it.

However, even during the commotion, small town boys still carried on with their lives, not caring about what was going on, stealing from stalls for food, and running as fast as they could, getting caught or escaping.

One boy running as fast as he could, ran into a woman unexpectedly (this is Chihiro), and fell to the ground, yelling from the pain he felt falling, and that he dropped a few stolen chunks of raw meat.

"Damn, now they're all dirty! Thanks a lot old hag!" he shouted at the woman insultingly grabbing the pieces as fast as he could and attempted to clean the dirt off with his hand.

[Otaku-sama]

Chihiro was shocked as a street boy crashed into her while carrying chunks of meat. The meat went flying, some of the bloody chunks landing on her dress, leaving pink stains before rolling off onto the ground. Chihiro simply stared at the boy in confusion as he attempted to clean off the meat. Her servants took action and swiftly pinned the boy to the ground, one of them with his heel in the boy's back.
"Hou dare ya speak te m'lady lik tat! Doun'tcha nou ta poonashment fer sassing a nobul? Thay soow ya mooth shut!" scolded the head servant, his face right next to the boy's. Most nobles would simply sit back and watch the boy get beaten, but Chihiro was not like most nobility. 
"Release the boy," Chihiro said with her voice of authority which every noble was trained to use. The servants immediately released him from their grip, the head servant the last and most hesitant. As the boy was getting up, she dismissed her servants with a hand waving motion. She knelt down to the boy's eye level.
"Little boy, you stole this meat right? You shouldn't be stealing or else the guards won't be too happy with you," she said with her distinctive calming voice. Before she could continue, a large angry man in a bloody apron and brandishing a large meat cleaver arrived panting, apparently tired from the chase. 
"You little street urchin! I ought to make the mystery meat outta you!" he shouted, raising his cleaver in a menacing manner. Chihiro stood up straight and walked up the the butcher, taking out a purple felt coin bag. She retrieved a silver medallion the size of her palm from the bag and handed it to the butcher.
"Here. Will this cover the cost of the meat stolen?" she asked, using her noble tone. The butcher took the coin, examined it with his free hand, then turned and walked away, grumbling slightly.

[Shadow Zero]

Dorago was walking through the streets of the place he had once called home, grumbling about having his peace and quiet stolen from him. Fortunately the fight he had gotten into earlier had not taken all that long. Unfortunately, he had to pay several times the normal price of his meal just to be able to finish eating it, and then had to drag out the half dead bodies of the men that had walked into the tavern that he had chosen to rest for a time. As he continued walking along, catching snatches of conversation in which there were many rumors about assassinations and the like, Dorago seethed inwardly about the unfortunate events that had happened since he had arrived at his hometown once more. Coming to a stop, Dorago looked to the sky for a few moments, wondering once again as he had many times before whether he would be allowed to have any peace at all. He then looked down again and noticed a butcher passing him, grumbling and muttering indistinctly as a woman and her servants seemed to be focusing on a boy with dirty meat. On a whim, Dorago decided to walk over and ask what had happened, and why there seemed to be a rather surly butcher walking away and looking as though he had just been stolen from.

[Hydra of Ages]

Vienna pulled her leather coat around her shoulders as she left, slipping her baton into a soft, long pouch she wore at her waist. She shivered a little at the chill when she walked outside; she didn't like the cold, and it was nearing the winter season, though there were a couple months left.
Her shoes clicked against the stones sharply, as she tried her best to avoid scuffing the expensive leather. The Queen's royal Concert Hall paid for most of her expenses, including the outerwear necessary for leading an orchestra, but letting your equipment become tarnished would be incredibly juvenile, not to mention amateurish.

She kept an eye out as she passed from the gated communities of the city, heavily patrolled by guards and painstakingly cleaned of anything that might resemble a blemish, and into the main city. Here, there was barely a guard for every few blocks, let alone a constant patrol. She saw small ruffians, most of them young, run about, some with what was probably stolen property. She curled up her lip, but didn't say anything. There wouldn't a point to berating them- they lived on a different plane than she did.

She noticed one of the little rats crouching down in an alleyway, an arm partially outstretched for the pouch hanging off of her waist. She gave him a sharp glare that he recoiled from, looked around for a moment, then scurried off; he'd likely mistaken her for a noble and half-expected a battalion of guards to chase him down.

She shook her head at the sheer audacity, and kept walking. She found her destination not too farther off; it was a large building, not huge, but cleaner than the rest of the ramshackle homes- a small sign confirmed it belonged to a physician. The pest-children didn't congregate around there, which at least told her they drew the line at robbing sick people- or at least sick people near the hospital. Perhaps the doctor had warned them themselves.

A small girl was seated near the base of the door, which Vienna noted. She had tanned skin and long blond hair, though she clenched one of her arms as if it were wounded. Perhaps she was waiting?

"Is the doctor in?" she asked quickly, crossing her arms.

[Otaku-sama]

Chihiro looked away from the butcher to find that the boy had already disappeared into one of the alleyways with the dirty meat. She was disappointed that she wasn't able to help the boy further and let out an audible sigh. The servants quickly returned to her side, a few attempting to wash out the stains with bowls of water. 
"Dount warry abowt tha strit boys. Thay be shamless theifs." the head servant said to Chihiro in an attempt to remedy his master's sadness. Chihiro simply sighed again and looked around, noticing a man walking towards her. She put on her noble façade and brushed off her servants. "What is it you require, plebeian?" 
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Yukari looked up at the well dressed woman standing in front of the office, possibly waiting for the doctor as well. The woman's clothes were absolutely immaculate, not a single scuff or so much of a fleck of dust anywhere. Yet, the clothes did not give the appearance of a noble, as the jewelry was minimal compared to the normal bangles and embroidery of the nobility. This woman's appearance made Yukari reflect on her own appearance for a moment, trying to adjust her bandana and the sleeves on her jumpsuit to look a little more presentable, but ended up just leaving small blood stains all over her clothing.
"Yea, Doc's in, but he's a little busy, as I found out," Yukari replied, checking her blistered arm, which had temporarily stopped bleeding. She stood up and dusted some of the dirt of her pants.
"You here to see Doc too?"

[Shadow Zero]

Dorago came to a stop, raising an eyebrow as he did so. By the time he had arrived the boy had gone, and there were several servants trying to clean off the meat stains that were plainly visible on the dress of what appeared to be a noble woman. The woman waved off the servants and asked Dorago what he needed, and used a strange word when addressing him. [i]"Pleibian? Sounds like an insult to me/"[/i] Dorago was normally more tolerant, but considering the day he had been having thus far his temper was running a little higher then usual. Deciding that the boy being gone, there was nothing else that was worthy of his attention in the immediate area, Dorago walked past the woman and in the direction opposite from where she was headed. As he did so, he momentarily turned his head in her direction as he passed, saying "There is nothing that I require. However, I would choose my words more carefully in the future if I were you. Someone might think that you had insulted them, and take it the wrong way.

As Dorago finished speaking, he ended with his voice in somewhat of a growl, making it quite clear that he did not care to be called a pleibian, whatever that was. Having finished saying what he had intended to, Dorago continued walking away from the woman and turned a corner. Where he was headed, he was not entirely sure of at the moment, but he did know that he did not care to linger, and that he needed something to do to keep himself occupied. [i]"Perhaps I'll randomly come across somebody who has a bounty that requires my services. Yeah right, like that would actually happen!"[/i]