Hallucinogen_NA

Tom.

And yes, this is going great.

((Okay, now that was just awesome. ))

((<_< What? No, I didn't say that about the last one! I'm not an unimaginative, insensitive jerk! IT'S ALL LIES!))

((Seriously, Vern is perfect as the second spirit.))

((Hahahahaha. This is great. ))

((WAHAHAHAHAHA. This is AWESOME. ))

((*speechless*))

((Meh. <_< I'm perfectly aware we're waiting for people. That doesn't mean I can't make ONE post to acknowledge the millions of things going on.))

((And now I'm only posting to post a team, which I assume you're supposed to do here. Just never seen anyone else do it. . .))

((And at risk of being rude, lay off Essex. Far as I can tell she can't make one mistake without the whole world screaming it. Rant over.))

((Team Name: Eternal Hope
Fighter 1: Hallucinogen - 50
Fighter 2: Essex - Reploid S6 - 37))

((That is all.))

"Essex! Ozell!" Hal exclaimed, in relief. "Finally someone I know who's sane. Uh, no offense, Solid," he added, grinning at the grey-armored android. "But say you're sane with a stra--without lying," he corrected, as Solid's face did not actually tend to change.

"And what is wrong with being insane?" Schizo pouted, looking around at them all. When Droxiin arrived with a precarious stunt, he clapped. "Awesome! But you messed up the last part. Y'know, the part where you survived and all. Better luck next time!"

Meanwhile, Hal was glaring at Zealstorm's arrival. "What the heck do you want?" he growled, his eyes suddenly bursting into brilliant crimson flames as he placed himself between her and Essex. "I didn't think a fair fight was your style. Y'know, one in which anyone actually knows you're stalking them."

"Now, now, Priestesses," Moonscribe said, as Ally and Tam started to fight. "Fighting outside the competition is not going to solve anything. Do try to calm yourselves. Ah yes, and Ozell, Rosalind, all the rest of you. Good day to you all." He began bowing to everyone there in turn, though his smile seemed somehow less sincere when he bowed to Blightlord, Zealstorm and Schizophrenias.

"Yes, it does appear somewhat complex," Moonscribe said, wearing a deep blue jacket, light shining off his glasses, though he was not looking at the sun. "And good day to you, Pharaoh." He was here, but he hadn't arrived. . . it was like he had been here all along. . . but he couldn't have been. . .

"Agh!" yelled a voice from out of thin air, and Hallucinogen's trademark green smoke burst into view, the hero having arrived invisible, and probably forgotten no one could see him as usual. "Moonscribe! Don't DO that, it's really creepy."

"Yes, I suppose it is," Moonscribe said calmly, foldling his hands and not looking at Hallucinogen. "But yes. Good day, Pharaoh, Pharaoh, Priestess, Pharaoh, Guardians, Priestess, Pharaoh, Pharaoh."

". . . What?" Hal said, facepalming. "You can't greet people like--"

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" yelled a mad, demented voice, and in a blinding flash of sickening fuschia light, Schizophrenias appeared, laughing his head off. Literally. As his head fell onto the ground, still laughing, a second head grew from his neck laughing also, and he stopped to pick up the first head.

"Hey, Hal-chan!" Schizo cackled with both his heads in unison, grinning horribly from behind his blindfold. "You suck. Also I'm entering this tournament so I can wipe the floor with you all. And then you'll be DOUBLY losers because I'm a gimped dominator."

". . . Gah, where the heck is Essex?" Hal muttered, trying to pretend his other self wasn't there. Which he wasn't, in a sense. Honestly, no one really knew exactly what the hell was going on with them.

((Also, Moonscribe is now level 32 and Schizo 46. Another FYI.))

I've already told you my answer to this but to make it official:

Hell yeah you can use my characters.

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"Having the Malta Group sponsor something like this for the betterment of mankind would be a PR dream."

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I find this line HIGHLY amusing. Also you rock in general. That is all.

((Bahahaha, I'm just messing with you. Besides, it is SO appropriate for a medium based on comic books. This is why it almost pleases me that Essex and Hal met in two different threads, and stuff like that. ))

((Also peanuts.))

<_< I have NO IDEA what he's talking about.

*hides Essex-cam*

And welcome! I'm not really here these days though. >_> I'll be back soon I'm sure! Maybe! If no one bugs me too much about it!

((Yaaaaaaaay! That was great!))

((And exactly HOW many times are you going to kill Essex and then bring her back? ))

((No, seriously, that was great. And I always wondered whether or not Essex really WAS Selene or what.))

((Oh yes. I'm pretty sure I've told Essex my opinion of this story but I should really broadcast it so I can embarass her.

This story rocks, Essex. You're generally awesome and we would be nothing without you! Yay Essex! *waves Essex flag, brandishes official merchandise*

. . . Okay, maybe I got a little carried away but I'm not taking it back. ))

"Oh, hey Solid!" Hal said, grinning in a half-disbelieving manner. It was the expression Solid saw most often.

"Uh, yeah, we're going caroling," he said, squeezing Essex's hand a little. "You could come. . .if you want. . . and if you, ah, behave yourself or whatever."

* * * * * *

Moonscribe walked into the building, smiling and bowing to everyone, and addressing them with "Merry Christmas, Pharaoh," or "Merry Christmas, Priestess," or whatever greeting was appropriate for their identity in his eyes. Somehow, even inside the house, the moon shone in his glasses, but most would likely assume it was the lights inside if they did not look closely.

"Sorryyyyyy. . ." Hal grumbled, his green smoke bursting into view. His hair was white now, and he wore a long red and white scarf in place of a cape. He had clearly decorated himself for the holidays. "And I'm NOT a child, Experiment. Well, I guess technically. . . I really better stop talking, sure Essex, I'd love to go caroling with you."

* * * * * *

"Oh, if it is all the same to you," Moonscribe remarked casually to Blind Messenger as he approached, "I would rather not. But you may feel free to try, if you insist. However. . . I would rather enjoy the party."

He turned with a swish of his coat to follow Rosie inside. . .

"Oh, uh, Essex. . . hey there," a voice said from out of thin air as Essex walked to the next house. "Do you--gah, I'm invisible again, I forgot! Ergh, dangit."

* * * * * *

Rosie would find a thin man in a deep blue jacket and glasses waiting outside the house, moonlight reflecting off his glasses. Odd, since the moon was not out at present. . .

* * * * * *

"Bah, humbug!" Schizophrenias said angrily as he watched the citizens of Paragon City through his television in Castle Lunacia. "I despise Christmas! So much love and cheer and BLEH!"

"End of the world > Christmas," he muttered, scowling and going to sit in the poofy purple chair at the peak of his tower, infinite feet above the castle roof.

((Quite.))

((. . . What? I'm sleepy. ))

*theatrical sigh* YES, Priestess, I am still doing the Carlucci Combat thing. <_< Honestly.

Yeah, okay, so. I haven't really posted much on the boards lately, have I.

Heck, I've barely looked at my own thread, Crown of Thorns. I could try to step my efforts up, but you know what?

I DON WANNA. D:

I'm just not feeling it these days and I need a break. So Crown of Thorns is going on hiatus and I'm not gonna be posting on the boards for awhile. Ignore my characters, or something. If you need my input on that contact me in game, or maybe on the boards, but I'm not really gonna be there much. <_<

Don't mourn me. Perhaps one day, I shall return, and free you all from your tormented--

Huh? You have no idea who the hell I am and wish I'd shut up?

Well screw you too.

((. . . Gah. T_T))

((<_< *glares at everyone who didn't sign up*))

((Well, maybe they didn't hear about it. . . or something. . . T_T))

((But yeah, how about Khell's idea? Don't just give up already!))

Hal appeared to wince.

"Just leave her be, she probably needs time alone or whatever or something," he muttered to himself. "All this fear and misery I'm sensing in her emotions is probably just an overreaction or something." He sank to the floor again.

". . . You know, you could ASK her what is wrong," Moonscribe sighed, "if you are so very worried."

"Shut up," Hal muttered, avoiding Moonscribe's gaze.

". . . Experimeeeeeeent," Hal sighed, facepalming. "That better be a joke."

"Besides," he muttered under his breath, "it would be much more humane just to incinerate him completely." His hands glowed a little without his noticing.

Moonscribe appeared to wince for a moment, but the next second he was so calm that surely it had been a trick of the light. He folded his hands, clearly prepared to wait for some time.

"Gah!" Hal said as Essex asked everyone to stop fighting. "I'm sorry, okay? I just. . ."

"Please, Pharaoh," Moonscribe said, raising a hand. "I am picking up a signal from Rosalind's faction. . ."

"I'm so confused and have no idea what's going on," Hal sighed, sinking to the floor.

"An ambush?" Moonscribe said, pondering. "Do they know we are coming, I wonder? We should really be on our guard. . ."

((We also should really wait until Khell gets back and posts like he said several posts ago. <_< Unless that's changed and I didn't know about it.))

Name: Hallucinogen
Level: 50
Global Handle: @Hallucinogen
Archetype: Controller
Primary: Illusion Control
Secondary: Radiation Emission

The walls were pure white, the ceiling and floor the same. Hallucinogen sat alone as always in the hallway of his own mind, lined with portraits of the things that mattered to him. Friends, associates, even his other self, Schizophrenias. Maybe someday, Schizo would come to his senses. . . but it was hard to imagine it at present.

The most prevalent pictures, however, were of what appeared to be a little girl clad in pink, smiling, blond hair flowing in the breeze. A large portrait of her sat at the end of the hall. . .

There was a piece of paper in his lap. Someone must have found his anchor to the real world. . . no matter. It was hardly impossible. As he read the paper, and thought it over, he got to his feet, and the hallway melted around him, giving way to reality.

"Essex. . . I just want to be with you to the end. . . and ever after."

* * * * * *

Name: Schizophrenias
Level: 45
Global Handle: @Hallucinogen
Archetype: Dominator
Primary: Mind Control
Secondary: Thorny Assault

But there was a door in that same hallway that led away from logic and clear thought and was lost to madness.

Thorns grew out of the walls of the passageway, thicker and thicker as it continued in its inexorable course.

Until finally the hallway dropped out entirely, and was succeeded by orange skies and floating rocks as though in the Shadow Shard, and just outside floated a castle formed of purple stone, with a tower at its peak. And the tower curved and swayed and swirled dizzyingly and impossibly as it climbed into the air so high that it seemed to go on forever. And it did.

Yet there was a top still, and at that top Schizophrenias reclined in a large poofy purple armchair, tossing thorns into the walls casually.

"Massssssster, an invitation," Iisperiax the Wisp Overlord hissed as he arrived out of nowhere, holding out a piece of paper.

Schizo read the paper, and as he did he grinned wider and wider and wider, until his grin seemed to actually extend off his face.

"Cool," he said, and Iisperiax bowed and vanished, and it was as though he had never been there.

"Lessee," Schizo cackled. "What do I want? Well, that Essex chick is awfully--"

He stopped himself. "What am I saying?!? This is my CHANCE! The end of the world isn't coming nearly fast enough! There's too much hope and love and all that mushy crap!"

"I'll just end it all now! Finally, I will be free of reality and existence all together! AND ALL SHALL DESCEND TO MADNESS!"

* * * * * *

Name: Moonscribe
Level: 27
Global Handle: @Hallucinogen
Archetype: Controller
Primary: Gravity Control
Secondary: Storm Summoning

And in the real world, a figure stood on a rooftop, blue robe flying in the breeze, moonlight reflecting off his glasses, though there was no moon.

And he caught the piece of paper out of the air, but he already knew what it said, and his answer was long prepared.

"I merely wish. . . for an end to his madness. I wish for Re-Horakhty to be himself again."

((Gah! Sorry! Been, you know, playing the game and all. ))

((Oh yeah, and *REMOVES SHIRT*))

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"And trust me, you don't want to threaten her when either me or Hal is around. It will not end well for you."

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"That would be correct," Hal said, his hands glowing and leveled at Midas.

"Now, now," Moonscribe said, coming out of his reverie (sp? XP) and turning to Hal, Experiment and Midas. "As he said, he is defenseless. Being wrong is not a crime. You have no reason to harm him."

". . .Wait. Does that mean you agree with us?" Hal said, eyes widening, but Moonscribe had already turned away.

"My apologies, Pharaoh," he said, bowing to Vern. "Yes, I can secure a route to Rosalind's location for you. I wish I could take you there myself, but unfortunately, I have not had a chance to place the necessary seal on her person. The coordinates will do, I hope. . ."

He began typing, and SENECA began receiving them. "Oh, but it seems Essex would like to visit her father. . ."

"I'm going wherever she goes," Hal said immediately, and then stopped, and looked nervously to Essex. "Uh. . .that is. . . if that's okay with you."

"Well, we could always split up," Moonscribe said. "But that often leads to humorous chase scenes and bumbling villains in bad costumes. So perhaps a second opinion?" he said, nodding to Vern.