When magicks collide
OOC: Is it just me, or is the second post of a battle really hard?
Visonef walked down the street and saw a police barricade in front of the London museum. He heard an explosion come from inside the building as a man walked out the front door onto the porch. He was dressed like a street magician. In his left hand, he was holding a green rectangular artifact, like a brick made of emerald. The officers pointed guns at him.
“Freeze! Put your hands in the air and come down slowly!”
The man held up both hands. In his right hand, he was holding what looked like a stage prop; a simple eight-inch black wand with white tips. He twirled it around his fingers before pointing at a buggy coming down the street.
“Abra cadabra!” He yelled in a Scottish accent.
The back end of the buggy exploded in a fireball, sending the driver flying. The panicked horses ran down the street, trampling the constables who could not dive out of the way fast enough. Those who dove were showered with debris.
“That’s the magic of Todd Merlin!” he yelled running towards a barber shop.
<Todd Merlin?>
Visonef recognized the alias as a man with a price on his head. In fact, no one in Europe had a price on his head without Visonef knowing it. He would have ignored it, being that he does not usually hunt for bounties, but Merlin, he knew, had quite a fortune placed on his capture. Such an amount could possibly
buy an aero plane. Best of all, it was his favourite kind of bounty: dead or alive.
“Wit’ the Jade Prism, Ay’ll be nigh unstoppable!” Merlin boasted as he ran to an imported Ford Model T and hopped over the driver’s door onto the front bench.
V pulled his sword out of his bag and took off running.
A well-dressed man with half his hair cut ran out of the barber shop with his fist in the air.
“Help! A thief is stealing my motorcar!”
But as he reached the driver door, Merlin swung it open, smashing it into the rich man’s chest. He fell backwards onto the sidewalk wheezing in pain.
“HA! Me luck ne’er strikes out! An automobile fer me t’ go along wit’ me Jade Prism, too!”
He pushed a button on the dashboard labeled “START” and the engine coughed, sputtered, and turned over. Merlin drove away, steering with his right hand, in which he also held his wand, and with his left hand he held the Jade Prism in front of his face turning it and inspecting it.
“And t’ think a yeer ago, Aye did n’t b’leeve in no magic powers! ‘s soon ‘s Aye figger out what thyis Jade Prism c’n do, I’ll ‘ave another weapon that no one b’leeves is magic!”
Merlin rounded a corner. In the windshield, he saw the reflection of Visonef climbing over the rear of the car onto the back bench. This was alarming enough, but he was even more alarmed when he saw the sword V was holding. He stood up and spun around to face V, trying to hold the Jade Prism in one hand and steer with the other.
“What ‘ya think yare do’n’?!” yelled the Scottish magician before V swung(horizontally) his sword at him. He ducked out of the way and pointed the wand at him.
“Alakazam!”
From a point in the air one inch from the tip of the wand, a stream of pigeon feathers suddenly appeared and sprayed V in the face, sticking to it obstructing his vision. While he wiped them off with the nub that would have been a left hand, Merlin set the Jade Prism down and pulled out a revolver. V kicked the gun out of his hand and swung again, but Merlin yanked the steering wheel and the car swerved, throwing him off balance. The Scotsman twirled the magic wand once around his finger before declaring his victory.
“Yer finished! Hocus Poc—“
The car smashed into a lamppost and the momentum flung Merlin into the windshield before he could pull his little trick. Visonef took this opportunity to swing his sword again. The crash, however, had made the Jade Prism ricochet off the dashboard, then the windshield and back into the car. It flew right into the tip of V’s sword. The artifact twisted and contorted before imploding. Time itself seemed to be interrupted and reality convulsed, twisting all nearby objects and people into a wavy, distorted mess as though it were viewed through a wave of heat.
“
What have you done?!
You kasfvb eywovb lvbhdfsa…”
Through the distortion, V saw Merlin waving his magic wand and reflexively slashed it as well. As it snapped and crushed itself, everything in Visonef’s vision swirled like a hypnotic tie-dye shirt. Merlin, the car, and England twisted away into the distance.
* * *
Zaidon and Pythos stepped out of the dimensional door onto a field. Pythos pressed a button on his remote, closing the doorway, and put the remote into Cosmos Bag on his hip. Although the remote was actually larger than the pouch, it disappeared into the vast subspace of the bag. Zaidon looked around and found himself on a grass plain that extended past his vision in all directions. It was clearly improbable that a lawn of such size was humanly manageable, yet the grass was consistently one foot high throughout its entirety.
“Wow.” Zaidon took in the scenery. It was the first time he had ever stepped through a portal, and was shocked that he could one moment be standing in a room in a building on a vegetation-free moon and the next be in a grass field. “Do you have any idea where we are?”
“Are you kidding?” Pythos responded, “I don’t even know
when we are! I’m just wondering why there‘re no landmarks or people anywhere… How am I supposed to find out where and when this is if there’s no people or ruins? I don’t see any evidence of life aside from this grass, which is perfectly healthy and the same height everywhere.”
“Uh… Pythos? There’s something coming toward us.”
Pythos looked into the sky at a flaming U.F.O. ripping through the sky towards the ground.
“Looks like a meteoroid. It’s gonna land about 500 yards from us.” Pythos squinted and peered at the falling object until it was no longer ‘unidentified’. “Wait! That’s not a meteoroid, that’s a spaceship! And it’s gonna touch down hard!”
It smashed into the ground causing a light quake.
“Hey, it didn’t explode.” Zaidon observed.
“They might need help!” Pythos took off for the wreckage, zipping across the grass with his magic boots while Zaidon ran behind him. Pythos was much faster, however, and they were soon separated…
Zaidon stopped as he noticed a section of the grass in front of him distorted and twisting. The twisting continued until it churned out a man.
Visonef sat on the ground with his knees bent and his arms slightly behind his back holding his torso up off the ground. He tightened his grip on the handle of his sword to assure himself that it was still there. Standing in front of him was a six-foot-tall man with short brown hair and brown eyes. His face had no outstanding features, but his skin was a nice tanned color. He was slightly muscular and wore a red sleeveless T-shirt and black jeans and tennis shoes. His clothes had absolutely no slack or looseness anywhere. This factor was so prominent that V was convinced that the unarmed man was also not concealing any weapons on him. After all, where would he hide them?
The twisting and distorting eventually stopped and reality and physics became consistent again.
Zaidon held his hands up in front of him with his palms facing Visonef and slid his right foot back a little for balance.
<Did slicing those strange artifacts warp me here? Or did this unknown man bring me here by some means?>
Visonef didn’t care. He was mad. His target got away along with the fortune attached to him, and he was thrown to some weird place. All he wanted to do now is kill something. Fortunately, there was a ‘volunteer’ nearby…
OOC: A’ight. Here we go. I suggest short posts containing single attacks at first. Once we start to get a feel of each other’s characters, then we start the big rippin’.