Cram.

[djinnbad-blog]

ᴍᴏʀᴛᴇᴍ ᴍᴀɴᴇᴛ

[djinnbad-blog]

　　He’s expecting resistance when his blade makes contact. The momentum ought to be slowed by the flesh of these creatures, but it never happens. Rather, as soon as he thinks he’s made contact, his target disappears. It is no more than smoke wafting in the air, slowly dissipating as Sinbad watches.

　　Is that how it is, then? They aren’t living creatures at all, but illusions brought forth by magic. The question then becomes, whose magic brings them to life? There is no immediate answer, unless… 

　　"Can’t kill what isn’t alive," he points out, "but one of them might be."

　　So he says, but each one he hits vanishes like the first. Three, four, five illusions are revealed, bringing them closer and closer to the “real” one - but not close enough. Not fast enough, which prompts Sinbad to call out to his partner, "Look out! This is gonna get dangerous."

　　(As if it wasn’t dangerous in the first place.)

　　What Finn does with that warning is up to him. Sin isn’t about to change his plans if he doesn’t move back, and honestly, he’s not sure he expects him to. As long as he’s careful, he should be fine… and as long as Sin can control this to a decent extent. He’s gotten better at it, so it shouldn’t be a problem (he thinks, he hopes).

　　"Baal!"

　　The blade’s eight-pointed star shines as a name is bellowed into the night. A crack of thunder follows, and then - lightning. Not from the sky, but from the metal surface of Sinbad’s sword, radiating outward like a halo as he spins in a tight circle. Each creature that touches it disappears in an instant, leaving behind nothing but a few tendrils of smoke. The lightning doesn’t last long, but it’s enough to take out a decent number of them in a single move.

　　As for what’s left… he looks back to Finn to see how he’s holding up, though has no doubt it’s going nearly as well on his front.

[fighterforooo]

Racking up his own count, he turned to face his ally at those mysterious words. One of them might be alive? He swept his gaze across them, watching their movements, trying to find eyes within the blackness of their faces. If they possessed sight, which he assumed they must, they had to have only been pupils blended with the rest of their features so finely that they couldn't be spotted. And yet, Finn was catching on to what Sinbad had meant. They were being controlled by someone.

With that in mind, he couldn't help but wonder if it was even possible. It wasn't a question of who, but where. No. How. The only kind of magic this could have been would be some sort of spirit raising one. Perhaps the magician had summoned dead souls to do their bidding- it would explain the independent movement and sentience each creature held.

"Maybe they're up a tree somewhere?"

.

With the alert given, his eyes widened at the sight of lightening erupting from his weapon. Not only was he a sword fighter, but he could do magic as well. This certainly beat Finn's ability. Ducking, he dodged the lash of electricity as it whipped overhead, taking out three of the shadow men that had been approaching him from his back and even more surrounding the pair.

When it had waned, he stood to his feet and gazed around, finally catching Sinbad's eye.  "Totally vicious, dude. I wish mine could do that." With his arm raised, he pointed towards the direction behind his fellow fighter. "Four left." Though they were a slight distance away. Nothing dire. "You think they respawn once we beat 'em all?" 

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[jxasonccg-deactivated20141113]

Someone calling for help? Hmm. Juuzou is sure he wouldn’t miss such a sweet sound. “You might be,” he coos narrowing his eyes with a smirk. Part of hi doubts what the other is telling him but what’s the fun in that. Juuzou is not one to be cautious and prefers to keep things a surprise. "If there is someone out there they arr probably dead already."

"Anyways," he walks up to the stranger and tilts his head looking at his face. "Who are you?" Juuzou asked not bothering to give the other personal space or to introduce himself first. The only thing on his mind was questions about the mysteries i the fog. If this stranger heard screams this makes him wonder what is out there and if he can it with Jason. Now that’s some action he wants. 

[fighterforooo]

"What?" He didn't like the mention of that. The voice had died down, bringing only anxiousness at the thought of being too late to help them. If he'd just run a little more, maybe called back more than he had- he could have done something to stop them from dying. But then again, this guy had no idea. Maybe they were just gagged or stuffed in a crate. Maybe they were still out there somewhere hoping he'd come to their rescue.

Turning on his heel, he waved blue eyes across the surrounding tree trunks. Which direction... Of course, that's when another face drags it's way into his line of vision, distracting his attention to the side. "Finn. You're way close, bro. Back up a bit." Taking a step back himself, he placed his foot to the right and made his way in a semi-circle around Juuzou. "Wanna help me find this lost peep?"

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[jxasonccg-deactivated20141113]

Hearing a steps on twigs, Juuzou redirects his attention fro the book to the appearing male walking towards him. He narrows his eyes then widens it as he jumps up with a large smile. With his hands in his pockets, he tips toes in playful manner to this stranger. "Hmm~ Nope! You’re hearing things!" 

Juuzou looks at the male up and down keeping his distance. "What did ya hear~?" he muses cheerfully. As far as he can tell, he didn’t hear anything. It’s been quite here for a while. 

[fighterforooo]

Observing his half-approach curiosity, he couldn't help but wonder why he would be so pleased about things. People he'd run into before were less than happy with the situation, though he had to admire his lack of faith-loss in such bleak circumstances. Finn wasn't a downer about it either, though. Weren't they just sunshine and happiness in the forest of fog?

"Ye-heah. I'm hearin' some crazy stuff, dog." Affirmation that he could, indeed, just be fathoming it all in his imagination, It wouldn't be the first time. "I heard someone callin' for help, like, real serious. But I've been walkin' tryin' to find 'em for hours and I don't get any closer." After a moments thought, "I think I'm just losin' my bananas." 

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With a sigh, he drops his backpack unsatisfied by the contents in it. A loaf of bread is not going to anything for him. How boring. His bright eyes longer to his two partners. They must have left earlier. Juuzou decides to stay though and wait for a while. If they don’t return before night falls he’ll just leave. "Hmm what is this?~" he muses leaning down to grab a book. What language is this? Holding it up, he tilts his head trying to decipher some words but quickly gives up tossing the book side. 

[fighterforooo]

Navigating the fog was no easy task. His feet tangled tree roots and caught the edges of rocks. The dampness from the rain refused to leave his clothes, especially his socks as he waded the cloudy murk along the forest floor. He'd noticed the set of eyes watching him hours ago, though they were nothing in comparison to not being able to find the source of the noise calling out to him for help.

Another voice- a sound, however, had him turning his head to the side and rerouting his direction. There, yards from him, he finally spotted another person. Something else alive besides the yellow orbs watching his every move. "Dude. Are you the one I been hearin'?"   

[tiaraheadband]

What an obscure way of thinking.

The choice Finn made to keep to himself with other ideas of technology was a choice well made. Not only would the lord completely misunderstand anything that might have been said, he’d think the other as a powerful mage who might be a threat to all who comes across him. So much information in such little time was a hard thing to handle, but to completely not be able to comprehend it? That was intimidating and intimidation was an aspect neither of them needed.

"Your royalty has..the radio too?" Sapphires giving a vague blink, he clears his throat; the question of where he was from busying his mind. So he hadn’t introduced himself. Just as he thought. "I am Marth, the prince of Altea.” A bold move to state his full name and area of location, but despite this person’s device, he held faith they were hardly a threat. “And you…are?”

[fighterforooo]

Perhaps to him it was obscure. To Finn, however, it was simply the way a hero should think. It was in his nature to be an inviting individual, even if the situation seemed unfriendly. Allies were made in the strangest places, after all.

  "I'unno. Probably." With a shrug of his shoulders, he tucked the radio under his arm and adjusted his hat a bit. "Oh. You're a prince. That's rad." An off-handed way of saying it, sure. For one who wasn't used to seeing princes around, he was used to royalty. It wasn't really a big deal to him. "I'm Finn the Human, hero and bad-dude-butt-kicker of Ooo." He wouldn't normally put such emphasis on his title, but seeing as Marth had been so formal, he had to mix it up somewhat. "So, M-dog, where's Altea? Is it past the Ice Kingdom or somethin'? I barely go out that way."  .

[tiaraheadband]

Friend? They were friends? When had this happened? Had they met before and he’d forgotten? Better yet, what even was this young lad’s name? He couldn’t recall ever being given it much less giving his own. Perhaps he was just very friendly and outgoing? Hmm. Hmm.

"Dood." Once more he repeats the word, a small expression of confusion remaining across the tangle of his unsure features. The more this boy speaks the more he feels clueless and puzzled. Whatever this radio is, it sounds as if it were a small world on it’s own, perhaps even a tiny house where people and animals somehow were crammed into. That alone is a power he wishes not to tamper with. “Does your village…use the..radio?? often?”

[fighterforooo]

Everyone was his friend. Until he was given reason to believe someone had ill intentions, he considered everyone a brother or sister. They were all one big family connected by the mysteries of the gods prophecies.

"Sure! I think P.B has one in her castle." Sensing he was losing him, he opted to not bring up they that actually used phones in Ooo over radios. It seemed like too much to explain, first of all, and second, well, there were more pressing matters. "Where are you from, bro? You don't know, like, nothin'."   

[djinnbad-blog]

ᴍᴏʀᴛᴇᴍ ᴍᴀɴᴇᴛ

[djinnbad-blog]

　　A resounding I’m ready! is all the confirmation Sin needs. He’s ready, his new partner is ready, and they are unstoppable. That’s the key to victory right there: confidence. The belief that you can come out on top is an invaluable asset in battle.

　　Of course, a bit of fencing practice never hurt, either—and in this case, it would seem he isn’t the only one who possesses it. The boy beside him—and he is a boy, just as Sinbad himself is—has a sword in his hand, clearly visible through the darkness. What else would one hold that way? His is a swordfighter’s stance; Sinbad knows it well.

　　He falls into a similar stance upon drawing his own sword: his first metal vessel. The sign of the eight-pointed star shines softly as it meets the air, as if breathing in its surroundings. Perhaps from within, it does.

　　Lightning flashes around them, revealing the positions of their targets for no longer than a split second. Fortunately, a second is all they need. Sin springs into action immediately, racing toward the creatures with the confidence of an invincible man.

　　Thunder rumbles.

　　　　　　　　　　First contact is made.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Sinbad’s voice rises.

　　"You comin’?"

[fighterforooo]

Watching the other draw his blade, he was mesmerized at first by the glimpse of light that shone from it. Despite the rain distorting images before him, he could tell it was some kind of pointed figure against the sheen of weaponry.

The sight of another sword gave him a boost of confidence. Two fighters wielding the weapons of knights, charging into battle against unknown forces. He had done this several times before, yes, but there was a distinct feeling of kinship when two strangers banded together for no other reason than to take down a formidable foe.

He had said he was ready but as adrenaline pushed through his veins, excitement settled in. He took a brief moment to gaze around, to lock his vision on the multiple creatures lurking in a circle around them. This bided him enough time to fall behind and inevitably make him look less prepared than originally intended. With a crack of lightening, his legs set in motion.

"Right behind you!"

Mud creating a dull squish underfoot, he caught up to his partner in justice and watched as he made the first move. With a sweep of his own sword, he aimed for the midsection of one. He expected a delay, a stopping force to create backlash against his arm. When none followed, he realized he'd gone right through it, Shadow split in two and divided, broke, coiled into small wisps of smoke and disappeared before his eyes, leaving a fading screech that rang in his ears.

"Uh. Bro? I don't think they can hurt us." It only made sense that if they were so... Ghost like, they weren't able to actually do them any harm. It certainly changed the situation, at least. If anything, they were just making them invisible- disarming their seeable forms and creating an unfightable foe.

These thoughts raced through Finn's head in a matter of seconds, eyes switching from one direction to the other to try and figure it all out. "It feels wrong killin' 'em like this for no reason..." Of course, the one that he'd gone up against hadn't done much to fend him off. Sinbad might have had different luck. 

[tiaraheadband]

Real words? Perhaps Finn should learn other cultures for a change rather than only stick to his own. Not everything that he didn’t understand was something that was fantasy, after all! 

Hm. So it was the same tongue the boy from earlier had spoken that this boy knew. Those who lived here must have used it for their main way of communication with each other socially. Thank Gods he knew as much as he did, otherwise speaking to and with them would be twice as difficult as it already was. “Dood? I do not..understand what the dood means.” Maybe it was something along the lines of a term for visitors? He’d have to figure it out later. “Ray-dee-oh?” Again, another thing he’d never heard of. “I do not..understand.”

[fighterforooo]

Other cultures? He'd be more than happy to. Other cultures meant other people and other people meant more to save. The fact of the matter, however, was that in Ooo, there was nowhere else. To his knowledge.

"Oh! The dude means friend. Like. Yeah, friend. What's up, friend?" This certainly wasn't helping his impression of Marth, but hey, at least he knew most words. "A radio is like.. A sciency thing that plays music and peeps talkin' when it works. This one's busted, I think. This little part right here-" He ran his finger against the speaker part. "-is where the sound comes out. And these turny things are how you pick what you want to listen to an' how loud. And this is how you turn it on and off." Pressing the tiny red button a few times, he made little 'doop' noises with each click of static. 

[djinnbad-blog]

ᴍᴏʀᴛᴇᴍ ᴍᴀɴᴇᴛ × ᴏᴘᴇɴ

　　The rain starts suddenly. It is simply there when earlier it was not, hard and angry upon the ground, upon the trees, upon the bare skin of those unfortunate enough to be caught in it.

　　Sinbad is among them.

　　His attempts at escape are none too graceful. The slippery ground impedes him half as much as the every-changing winds, sending him sprawling almost as often. Both rain and darkness cloud his vision even when the skies come alive with lightning, illuminating his surroundings for naught but a second before plunging them into the shadows once more.

　　Or perhaps shadows is a more adequate term not for this place, but for the creatures within it. Lightning reveals their forms in the distance, clawing at anything within reach as if to gain purchase in the storm. They are not figments of his imagination, he thinks, as he can feel the vibrations of their ghostly moans even now, with such a distance between them. They are not friendly, no - they are an enemy, an impedance, and must be dealt with swiftly and immediately.

　　It is upon making that decision that he falls to the ground and tumbles backwards into what he can only assume is another human being. It is not, at least, one of those ominous creatures in the distance.

　　"Sorry, sorry." Sinbad struggles to his feet and, upon doing so, extends a hand to the person who stopped him in his path, albeit unwillingly. "You alright?"

　　The humming around them seems to grow louder—or is that his imagination?

　　"Never mind that," he decides. "You ready to fight?"

[fighterforooo]

Thrashed this way and that by the torrent of rain and wind, Finn had a hard enough time keeping balance, much less maneuvering himself through the trees. The lightening was no help, being of greater hindrance than support. A moment, maybe more, would pass before he was blinded over and over again- like flash photography from all sides, breaking his pupils with each crack of rumbling clouds overhead. The very air around him seemed electrified, amplifying the clap of brightness with a rattle that echoed to his core.

With one hand pressed atop his head to keep his hat on, he trudged adamantly through the onslaught. Eyes squinted against the drilling storm, he caught glimpses of another presence in the oaks around him. Silhouettes, he guessed, of creatures with indecipherable intent. They weren't friendly, he could tell. Since he'd started noticing them, he sensed the air grow thinner... That might have been his imagination- though he was sure it wasn't the storm's doing.

His right grip latched around the hilt of his sword, readying for the moment when they would take advantage of his handicap. The moment they would silently communicate with one another and draw in on all sides. The moment they would do more than watch from the outskirts of his vision.

Focused too much on their movements and location, he hadn't been ready for the force pressed upon him. He gave way to it, tumbling to the side and catching himself in a helpful gust of wind that rolled him back to his feet; albeit a hunkered, aggressive position. With his sword at the ready, he gazed upon the male before him. An apology. A voice. A real person revealed from the shadows, interrupted in short instances of bright monochrome.

"Oh." A small word, drowned out by the rain, wind and lightening. His expression softened, though his eyes remained narrowed to protect from the pecks of water against his face. "I'm good, man!" His voice suggests friendliness, an expression only half-mirrored by his features and stance. "Glob yeah, I'm ready! Let's do this!" 

[tiaraheadband]

Ah. Those first few words. They were a different tongue, the same one the boy with the pointed teeth had spoken with previous hours beforehand. This land. It was so different and scattered he couldn’t tell who would speak what or how little or great they would understand of him. 

"You speak.." Drats. What was the language called again? He couldn’t remember. "..like this?" 

[fighterforooo]

Well. This was certainly a shocking turn of events. Finn, having been under the impression Marth was incapable of coherent speech, was caught nearly completely off guard when real words tumbled from his mouth. Now he felt pretty stupid. Underestimating a foe was costly, but underestimating a potential partner was just plain dumb and reckless.

"Yeah, dude. Doesn't everybody? Heh heh, well, 'cept you." At least they were on the same page now. "Wait. Then how don't you know what a radio is? I'd guess you were a Hyooman but you don't got the gills and fins on your head."

[redsuckers]

Marshall spots a familiar white hood from apart. He floats over with a sly grin, planning on messing with the girl somehow. "Hey there, girl. How’s life treat—"

"YO! Fionna, you’re a dude!" If this is a prank, Marshall Lee is thoroughly impressed.

[fighterforooo]

Well, he sure is setting himself up for some disappointment. While it's not prank, Finn's starting to wonder about some kind of hoax himself. This guy was almost a spitting image of Marceline, though the clothing and hair choice threw him off. Not to mention the voice.

 Turning to face the gender swapped impostor, he blinked once, twice, then shook his head. "Who the plump is Fionna? And you're freakin' me out, dude. You look scary familiar."  

[tiaraheadband]

Such broken Japanese. Had he known any better, he might think that the blond didn’t speak the language at all. Saddening, really. All that was needed were a few words of English and the lord would put his native tongue behind him for better communication. If only Finn knew that, however. Maybe then they would actually be onto something rather than configuring one another as lesser in education than themselves.

“N-n..?!!!!” Core of his gaze doubling in size, he instantly steps back as the object is held to him; uncertainty striking across his features. It’s louder now, sort of as if were a giant fly zooming right to his ear and to be frank, he doesn’t really like that. Though it’s hardly intimidating, or threatening to either his or the boy’s life (as far as he’s aware), it’s too odd, too distinct.

                                                                      “Nani!?”

[fighterforooo]

Well, he had spoken one word of english. Though it had been a simple greeting, it probably wasn't enough to spur a break in the language barrier between them. No, it would seem the only way for that to happen would be if either Marth decided to reach out with new forms of communication, or for Finn to give up and mutter something in his native tongue to himself.

"Calm your buns, bro. It's just a radio." He put one hand up in the air as if to signify a peaceful statement, having assumed Marth wouldn't understand. "You know. Radiosu. Uh. Denuradio-eh" Maybe that would work better. 

[tiaraheadband]

A repeat of what he said, yet slightly different and incorrect. Nothing to be too weary of, much less think too into as others often slurred their words together or said them in a way that wasn’t as proper as himself, so he’ll just ignore it. This young fellow made effort and that that’s all that mattered. 

“Hai.” He gives a nod, attention continuing focus on the little rectangle. “Sore wa chigaimasu.”

[fighterforooo]

Wow. He has no idea where this conversation is going, what he just said, or what was being said to him right this second. Though, where he's from he often ran into language-incapable persons. This was just another being that couldn't speak a decypherable word. No big deal. Glancing down at the device, he began to put two and two together. He wanted to know something about the radio... And he said hello.

"Hi." Holding it up for Marth to take, he waited for it to be grabbed from his hands. "Wasori dukamasu." Yeah. He's got this gibberish language down pat.   

[tiaraheadband]

Signal? Strange noise? He’s never seen anything like that before. Perhaps it is some sort of God summoner? No, no. Those kind of things were far different and involved more light sources. It sure sounds funny though, even something along the lines of captured bees. A cage, maybe?

                                                      “Ittai arehanandesuka?”

[fighterforooo]

Perking his gaze from the small box in his lap, he set his hues on Marth at the strange words being tossed his way.  "Um.." Pausing a moment, he tried to decide if he hould answer that question. 

"Ittai... sukadukafah...?"

He has zero idea what he just said, but if this guy wanted to talk in a made up language he would go with it.

[fighterforooo]

Ah yes. He's busied himself with trying to get some kind of signal on the radio from his backpack. 

No luck so far.

[fighterforooo]

He has no idea where he is.  But he has some red Skittles. And that's what matters. 

[fighterforooo]

WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

"Boom-Boom Mountain."