An old (hard to tell how old) woman of unknown ancesty with a decent sizes grey bun sits behind a desk typing on a cpmputer. its not plugged in. There are a dozen chairs in the room and some mindnumbing boring muszak is playing over the loudspeakers. there is a ticket machine with a number on it. it reads take one and wait for your number to be called. there are a few annoying cute posters on the wall and a waterjug with paper cups.
Might be a bit of a wait.. . . . .
Its been hours maybe days at this point its hard to tell with the lack of any real feeling. You can see a few other souls that are somewhat semi transparent thought corperal enough to hold the pen and clipboard.
*DING* A bell rings from somewhere up above and you look at the sign board... it reads.....
Now serving number 13 now servinf number 13."
Looking down Aiko you see that 13 is indeed your number.
"Taje your clipboard and follow that hallway down 3rd door on the Left."
Walking down the hallway you find a the third door, its made out of a fancy gleaming metal, a large nameplate is centered on the door, golden filigree along the edges the name there in a fancy stylized gold as well.
Stepping into the room, you can see small little lamps along the edges of a tiny red carpet barely illuminating the walkway. A simple chair waits in front of a wooden table. a sign on the table reads. please be seated and have your forms ready to be processed....
Aiko gets up when her name is called, and taking her clipboard heads down the hallway to the 3ed door on the left. she looks at the name on the door. Dramalith? that was the name on the form that filled itself out, O well here goes.
Stepping into the room, she looks around, not at all what she expected. Reading the sign she takes the eat and waits to see what happens next.
Music wafted from above in the darkness like the music in a trendy spy thriller right before the main antaganist was first displayed on screen. the slow sound of an old school movie projected echoed into the air as a bright spotlight appeared displayed on a stage that slowly came into view.
Dark red velver curtains slowly opened and a being walked forward onto the stage....The air grew heavy with incense and anticipation. Somewhere, a violin began to weep.
And from the velvet shadows of the divine corridor, she emerged.
Dramalith. a voice echoed into the air at her appearance.
She did not walk—she arrived. Her gown billowed like storm clouds caught in a soliloquy. Her hair, a living curtain of smoke and velvet, trailed behind her like the regrets of a thousand unfinished stories. Her eyes—one glistening with unshed tears, the other narrowed in divine suspicion—scanned the room with the gravity of a goddess and the flair of a stage legend.
“At last,” she declared, voice echoing like thunder in a cathedral. “A stage worthy of my suffering.”
She stepped into the spotlight, and the floor beneath her shimmered into a mosaic of past lives—betrayals, heartbreaks, dramatic exits. Her heels clicked like judgment. Her sighs rewrote policy.
“Let it be known,” she intoned, raising her fan of divine gossip, “that Dramalith, Matron of Overreaction, Sovereign of Emotional Whiplash, and Keeper of the Fainting Couch Eternal, has taken office.”
A soul in the waiting room fainted. Another applauded involuntarily. The vending machine burst into tears.
She turned, slowly, dramatically, to face the resurrection ledger.
"what have we here? A fresh champion?"
She lifted the clipboard and scanned it a slight frown on her lips followed by a smile then a frown. Her skin a deep crimson slowly faded to the darkest of obsidian then shimmered back to alight pink slowly darkening to crimson again.
She could not keep her eyes off Dramalith,
"wow just wow!"
She thought,
"I like your entrance, very impactful, and nice delivery too. O and I like your skin, I think it's very,,, well you know... sexy and really works for you. But have to say, I think you could have hit harder with a stronger theme tune, something with deeper gravatas than a Vallin, you need the hunting sound of a saxophone. Really sell that anguish, Look like this"
And she takes out her Pocket Midi-Synthesiser she always has on her and plays Betty et Zorg to the God Dramalith.
"See what I mean"
Oh Darling thank you. I dont get to do that intro near enough. Which is why you are here."
She said hopping off the stage and sashaying to a dramatically huge cushoned velvet throne. She sat down, one leg folded over the others a teacup appearing in her hand which so took a sip from.
"You see our world is dying.something.... someone Stole the devine relics of the gods here and the threads of the world are unraveling. an ancient prophecy written at the dawn of time of our world stated that only a hero not born of the world would be able to save it in its direst time... :
She lifted up your clipboard scanning it....
"Hmm"
She began looking at her inventory section.
"What sort of weapons would you prefer? armor? or does it matter to you?"
Sorry did she mean me?? I'm meant to be the hero that saves a world"
She thought to herself in shock,
This is like those maga books my brother liked to read. Darn I wish I had read a few more. Ok you can do this"
She made her mind up to play along.
"When I was a child my mother use to tell me an my brother about the Obi who would play music to help the world. In the books she read from there was an image showing an oni woman with Horns a tail and red skin like yours, but it was made of fine scales and covered with magic tattoos. They kept her safe so she had no armor. O she had a magic bag she kept her things in,like her magic Shamisen. I used to look at her and think how cool she looked. With her Wakizashi blades, hair blowing in the wind as she looked out over the world"
Aiko was lost in the memory of her younger life and her mother telling her of the Obi girl.
"hmm.... no armor> not the most sensible girl this oni woman. tell you what. Leather clothing... a little sturdier. you can have your dual blades and a few of those pointy throwing things your thinking on. and this Shamishen it will be exquistate. (masterwork)"
Items just starting appearing on the desk as her outfit shimmered into ciew on her body or on the table.
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An old (hard to tell how old) woman of unknown ancesty with a decent sizes grey bun sits behind a desk typing on a cpmputer. its not plugged in. There are a dozen chairs in the room and some mindnumbing boring muszak is playing over the loudspeakers. there is a ticket machine with a number on it. it reads take one and wait for your number to be called. there are a few annoying cute posters on the wall and a waterjug with paper cups.
Might be a bit of a wait.. . . . .
Its been hours maybe days at this point its hard to tell with the lack of any real feeling. You can see a few other souls that are somewhat semi transparent thought corperal enough to hold the pen and clipboard.
*DING* A bell rings from somewhere up above and you look at the sign board... it reads.....
123b. Your ticket reads 123b
Agnes smiles at you and hands you, the clipboard you initially filled out you can see in red ink on top of it a stamp that reads "expidited"
"first door on the right behind me, cant miss it good luck deary."
following the hallway you see the door, a plain old door like any youve seen in an office before. it had a nameplate beside the door that simple read "Management". Opening the door to the room, you see a desk covered in files. eac wall you could see had file cabinets from floor to ceiling. A nondesricpt humanoid figure sat behind the desk typing away at the computer. A single chair, metal with a black thin cushion sat in front of the desk. The pale hand of the creature in front of you pointing to an empty spot on the desk that read. "clipboard."
An old (hard to tell how old) woman of unknown ancesty with a decent sizes grey bun sits behind a desk typing on a cpmputer. its not plugged in. There are a dozen chairs in the room and some mindnumbing boring muszak is playing over the loudspeakers. there is a ticket machine with a number on it. it reads take one and wait for your number to be called. there are a few annoying cute posters on the wall and a waterjug with paper cups.
Might be a bit of a wait.. . . . .
Its been hours maybe days at this point its hard to tell with the lack of any real feeling. You can see a few other souls that are somewhat semi transparent thought corperal enough to hold the pen and clipboard.
*DING* A bell rings from somewhere up above and you look at the sign board... it reads.....
123b. Your ticket reads 123b
Joseph smiles at this and rises. "My turn. Nice meeting you, Agnes."
Agnes smiles at you and hands you, the clipboard you initially filled out you can see in red ink on top of it a stamp that reads "expidited"
"first door on the right behind me, cant miss it good luck deary."
following the hallway you see the door, a plain old door like any youve seen in an office before. it had a nameplate beside the door that simple read "Management". Opening the door to the room, you see a desk covered in files. each wall you could see had file cabinets from floor to ceiling. A nondesricpt humanoid figure sat behind the desk typing away at the computer. A single chair, metal with a black thin cushion sat in front of the desk. The pale hand of the creature in front of you pointing to an empty spot on the desk that read. "clipboard."
McCoy feels only half real as he approaches the figure. He puts the clipboard down on the spot on the desk. "I'm McCoy, Joseph T. You wanted to see me?"
She looks at the items,
"Do you have anywhere I can change, I would like to keep my office clothing."
Seeing a place to change she enters and comes out soon after fully dressed,
"I don't know how but I seem to know how to put this stuff on and what they all are. how odd.
She dose a spin happy now she has something more fun on.
"O I need a theme like you had one, let me see"
She thinks a moment the swings her Master work Shamishan around and plays
She plays this MUSIC As the sound of an unseen orchestra magicly seems to join in.
The figure behind the desk shifted becoming even more plain looking as if that were possible. The biggest noticible change was the pocket protecter with three pens, one black, one blue, one red. He reached over and picked up the clipboard.
Everything is filled out, in triplicate excellent. I am sure you wonder why you are here instead of well in other places. The world of Melvaun needs you human named Josepth T McCoy. The Cosmos that exists includes many worlds many planets and many gods more than just your earth. This planet is dying, being slowly unwoven by a force the gods in charge of it dont understand. Something keeps out gaze from it. To fix the issue we must combie our divine relics together the fix the tear in teh planets life skein."
He paused glancing at the computer screen. a lift frown was on his face for a moment.
"Any Questions so far? now is the time to ask, once you are sent planetside I will not be as able to effectively communicate with you."
The figure in question is so plain as to be impressive. McCoy is unsure what to say then finally, "Don't get me wrong, I'm very grateful you are giving me a second chance. But I'm afraid I'm quite the wimp Your Godliness. Might I requisition an ability to do more things in this new world than I did in my old? otherwise you're going to get a scrawny human who folks tended to ignore," Joseph flushes a bit "To do the job one needs the right supplies. Also.. and please forgive my sentimentality. But on my world there was this woman named Mildred Culver. She's got an abusive husband and I was trying to stand up for the law that should have gotten her a divorce, and then I blew it. Death by Sushi. Anyway, if I help you, could you bring her to this world too? She'd have distance and a fresh start."
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The figure swallowed tilting his head and looking at you awkwardly.
"I dont understand what you mean by the strength. like physical stength?"
A series of images appeared over his head, slowly but surely some of them faded out. a large green skinned humanoid with tusks and large muscles remained, as did a shortat widerhumanoid figure with a big long beard remained, as did was could only be described as a hyena looking man and ahuman horse hybrid.
{b]"Do any of these forms look like the appropriate level of strong?" [/b]
He also typed a few things on the computer and blinked....
"Did i hear you right, you want to bring this woman to the world of Melvaun?"
"I suppose i mean power to enforce law if I must I..." Joseph stares at the images out of the ones there "Bit short but Gimli looking fellow at least looks tough..."
"Did i hear you right, you want to bring this woman to the world of Melvaun?"
"Yes, if possible, I would appreciate it." He wonders if he's overstepping.
"Frankly, divine one, you can. Rules are rules and people ...they get away with breaking them all the time when they're supposed to fit everyone. You have a deal." Joseph sets his jaw , this time he'll be brave, this time people WILL follow procedure... this time? He'll avoid Sushi!
Joe then look at the gear and somehow know what they are, what they can do. He never LARPED or SCAed but somehow he seems to have a booming knowledge on what those are for.
He takes up the gear and then offers his hand to shake.
The plain looking 'man' behind the desk awkwardly took you hand and shook it, as as you turned for the door he cleared his throat causing you to turn around.
"I almost forgot here..."
He tossed a pouch that was filled with 50 gold.
Finding a mirro Aiko looks at herself.
Then a grin passes over her face.
"You know in my past life, the one before this, My Boss, my teachers and SOOOOO many others, tried to crush my dreams and break me, make me dull and grey just like them. Sad dead souled office's full of dead souled people. Ruled by men and woman who did not care or have feelings at all. I worked so hard to try and gain my dreams. But all they did was push me down, make me grey like them. I swear to you Goodless Dramalith, in this life, if I find anyone doing that to others, nothing will stop me from getting my revenge, nothing. I will break their dreams and shatter their hearts, make them suffer as they have made others, What do you say Goodless Dramalith, Have I got time for some pay back while saving the world."
She say looking into the mirror her eyes glowing red, and wicked grin crossing her face. Then came the Overly dramatic Maniacal laughter
She is happy really happy, she takes out her instrument, and using call instrument brings a boombox into being, clicking it, the backing track starts and she begins to sing and play.
ACT 1 The Beginning sound track plays
As she leaps around the room dancing and singing in joy.
The plain looking 'man' behind the desk awkwardly took you hand and shook it, as as you turned for the door he cleared his throat causing you to turn around.
"I almost forgot here..."
He tossed a pouch that was filled with 50 gold.
McCoy takes it, "Thank you." feeling his real journey is about to begin.
He does ponder, and decides to ask, "Will I have allies in this? Not sure if I asked but you made it sound like other gods were interested so if they also have champions , I can trust those other champions?"
"Reborn as Villness, to save the world"
In the room next door comes the sounds of a rave.
Aiko Nakajima Is a Oni like {Tiefling} who likes to show, just a little too much of her Red finely scaled and tattooed skin between her red leather armor. She has eastern tastes in clothing and weapons. Standing 6'4" tall, {excluding horns} her glowing red and amber eyes regard you. Her Hair changes color as you watch her, from a deep red close to black, to red, pink and white, then back again. Which seems to match her emotions. Block being cold and culating and white being Anger and range. Her red finally scaled body is covered in tattoos that also change color, which also seem to follow her hair. Her Horns always stay the same. But her fiendish like tail like a cats follows her moods. Last of all are her Ethereal vestigial wings, which come into being when she elevates herself. Which she can do when not carrying anything but the lightest of loads. In her belt are two short sword of esten type and strapped to her legs are 4 throwing blades. But the most interesting thing is the other worldly musical musical instrument on her back. Part Gistar, part Sythisir part classical Japanese instrument, Given to her by her god, its her most prized position.
Body Unusually lite/ Eyes: glowing red/ Skin: Finally scaled/Tail: fiendish/Wings: fiendish-Ethereal at will, Hair: Deep Red to white Animated color
Aiko Nakajima {NE} had tragic and wasted life on earth. Worked to death by a uncaring boss, this cruel death gave her streel in her soul for her next life. No one will push her around in this one, if they try there fait will be a shot and bloody one. So now "Reborn as Villness to save the world" She intends too do just that in her own wicked way. Aiko is for want of a better word EVIL!! but in a good way, she likes rules, music follows rules or its just mindless sound. Buts she also likes to make her own rules. So she is nether Chaotic or lawful. See only sees herself as someone working to save the world, she is also someone working to save the oppressed while wrecking painful unimaginable cruel vengeance on the oppressors and enjoying it. So ye Evil. But with those she cares for, or sees as working to the same end. She can be help full even kind. She does play well with others. The other side to her is a deep wonder lust for this new world, playfully exploring it and always looking for new things to wright songs about. Which is her other passion, she loves music, finding tunes for those she meets and fulling the world with music. Which can make her a little over dramatic at times, and being a Villness she likes to ham up her moments of Villainy moments. Think a female Oni V from V for vendetta meets Elton John and your about there. If meet her for the 1st time, she will most likely strikes a pose and play you a song.
Joseph T. McCoy from the room next door you hear this song and evil laughter lots of evil laughter.
In her own room she is playing her theme song to Dramalith her god.
Then takes a bow.
"That is who I am in the new world Dramalith, and I intend to save it, so I can carry on being who I really am. and as your Acolyte, you most fabuless goddess you, I will do it one body and mind at a time."