Teen Titans – Side Stories and After – Snippets; Foxes Upon Foxes and Magical Girls Galore
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RUDE VISITORS – JUST PASSING THROUGH
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AU AND TIME LINE PIECE; READ WITH PREV ARCS IN MIND. ENJOY!
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In the capital of a mad king, the wicked ruled the underground well. The hoards of orcs, daemon, and corrupted knights and sorcerers was no exception – all but one, as he searches for his calling….
CIRCA; SPIRIT WORLD ERA 1300: THE GREAT BATTLE HAD LASTED UNTIL THERE WAS NO LONGER A KING TO RULE THEM. AND FOR THIS, THE LAND WILL BE AT PEACE. THE FIGHTING NO MORE, THE CULPRITS COLLECTED TO THE STOCKAGES AND ALL AILMENTS TO MEND….DOCUMENTED BY THE COUNCIL OF THE SPIRIT PLANES LAST STANDING CONQUEST.
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Reading that headline, the line had been drawn. The king was not dead. His children were only wounded. Ears perched to the disaster, the prince of the end had met not his own – he was going to rise...
If only his, associate's readings of that vast passage in time, had been false.
Through the underground, this soul did traverse. To the real of the lost; to a seedy pub just north of the Good Wood. Wearing but a cloak to cover his regal attire, his ally from the halls of the gods had decided to speak. This was not odd to the traveler, as they were both branded as traitors of the courts since that king's mighty fall.
Yet, the pit of ends would hold only he. A wretched place, a prison where no reincarnation was allowed whatsoever. The king would ROT there, for all eternity.
And yet this king would not, could not die. As was the point of this, meeting.
The underground made him sick, because he used to belong.
He used to come here…
For answers.
For unanswered questions.
To be…
The bar door opened and the traveler tried not to stall.
All the king's horses and all the king's men…
The last scourge of the king's realm came to this den.
To rip apart any outsiders they could get their hands on.
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The dance floor was not vacant; the siren, harpy and sprites all took turns twirling a partner.
Rather obscenely in dress and a lack of poise…
The odors that filled the drunken dream, smoke filled room was of such collective remainders of "a sinner's delight, time for a drink, and come hither…" Which to be sure, this was not a brothel on the side. Nay.
This was a home for wanted criminals, kind of like he'd once been.
Could not put humpty dumpty back together again.
"Eh? Here for a spell, bloke?" The one to dance over to the darkly clad visitor's side was a scruffy blonde sorcerer, with an indefinite drinking problem. Yet, he spoke just as clearly to he; the disowned royal clad in his cloak, scouting out a reliable source inside a hut of unreliable demon and the no longer exalted of the dead king's reign.
"Do, I know you?...looks can' be a might….tricky…. hic!" The drunkard was either here to wallow or annoy the next living bastard his hands could cling onto. Not to mind a nereid's –
"I'm just here….passing through." The traveler ducked the drunk blonde's words and wormed his way over to the bar.
The sorcerer on his heels to catch up.
"Hey! Oy! Give' er' this one mate a whisker – grabber! He'll like that specially!"
The cloaked stranger was on a mission and could not refuse…his cover being blown…
"I'll take what's enough to keep me sober by the next morning." The darkly clad soldier smirked to the bar keep. The gesture; an arm bent over as he whispered to the stranger of the other drinker's….
Reputation.
"Ey! This ain't a contest is it? Then I'll do you one – one to the newbie and myself? We'll settle what you wanna' ere…with a contest. How bout it?"
"What I…" The traveler gawked.
"You…" His informant, her message.
Great….
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(Can anyone guess the characters yet? Wait for it….)
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"You…. said you'd protect us…...why?"
Those words from Prince Richard Noburo Ainsley had robbed the boy's former guardian ally of his faith. The trust being spared as the boy's spirit was sent to another time. Even his father, the king of our story had escaped, leaving his children as human shields – should he not return for them as he had that boy…
"You are to be stripped of your title and rank." Those of the council called to he; disowned Prince Veravakumu, while his allies kept their roles perfectly intact.
All but his ally and employer as it were.
Lady Isis. A sworn goddess against these rulings, as she'd called Veravakumu here to meet.
And instead, he was about to go and get pissed faced, all to find where she'd be next to lay her hand.
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"This is no fantasy, magi." Veravakumu groaned. "This isn't a game. I must see the HIC!*...queen..." Vee grabbed his hand and tossed it to his lips, feeling a tad...
Blasted, while the magi seemed to be enjoying the buzz. " I'm not so sure, lad! Yer'lookin' a touch, too green...HIC!*"
"jus...stop it...gods don' get wasted aside...matey!~" Sang the no longer sobering pup on his mighty quest. " Yoou, wanna see maginc?? I will...shooo you...magica!!~"
"Hah,ey? Uou're the dog...the one...every villager ison afyer? Aint' chee?"
Verra bobbed his head drunkenly with a giggle chuckle.
"Well, that sinces it, mate."
The magi raised a palm and time suddenly, stopped.
And lo! This magically inclined blonde was not a wee bit soiled. He smirked over his ale before pulling this curious cat by the arm.
" You made it to Britain. Took you long enough, mate. Now what?"
"I need..." Shivered the dog, now realizing that the magi's arm grab had made the stupor dissipate as fine miasma from his lips.
"To continue on my mission." The soldier raised his hood up, masking his pretty face from the rest of the world. "Shall we, then?"
"I thought you'd never once ask, your Highness."
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~ Lemme get this straight...~ John C was not sure how he'd been summoned to another plain. Nether or otherwise stated, this figure was a royal relic in that past, yet none of the data added up.
~ Outsiders may only allow the council tp once again recognize Time's great gift.~
The goddess was Egyptian beauty and John recognized her ankh almost instantly.
~ Why a mortal from another world, or another dimension for that matter? Did Fate tell you that I -
~ You were qualified to carry out my message. The guardians were divided in a brutal war that camnot be settled. Shpuld the great lord in red decide to break his chains and defy our order, the chaos would...be unyeilding to the power of any such immortal. ~
~And can I hope to tame a dragon, like this one?~ Joked the magi. ~ I'll be shishkebobbed to the pyre for evading natural law. Will my services to your kind here have me exempt from a punishment I'm not prepared to take lying down?~
~Ye shant be found. This task is a sacred one. The king in red will be forced to rose one only, and the process of reincarnation in his child, Richard Rokuro Ainsley will be how he does to defy his trials in the Pit of Ends. A place where no form of rebirth or incarnation may live, and yet the boy...the prince will be suject to a curse.~
~ Is...that it? A serious curse, I could sense you had something to hide from my resting places...And should the boy...know of any craft? Is he special to your foe? ~
~ That boy...~ Lady Isis dragged out to add, ~ Is called a Catalyst; a power source of infinite magic and disaster. A single pandora, should the red king find his opening...that boy was not meant to be as he was. His blood and sacrifice to his allies lead to...his demise.~
~ And the dragob having him back spells trouble for your world...~ John's hands became ice.
Shite. Which meant...
~ And then, our world you guard...it's the next place he'll reincarnate to...damned be it...how do we stop it? The plan he has?~
Isis shook her long head of hair. Her mascara stained eyes were full of wjat memory of a time, she did not wish to recall.
~ Constantine. I call upon your aid, to the council of the Immortal that remain unforeseen...we have great need of your powers of deception. The guardians that were closest to that boy must be found. I believe one of my old allies is in fact wothin Britain's spirit walls...Will you go and guide him to me? ~
~ That's right.~ John nodded to the instance. ~ You can't up an' leave this awful place, can you.~
~ Lo...I cannot...~ Isis lowered her head and spoke. ~ Only you may walk among them, spirited as ye hath been told of your wit. Your task is simply to find my allies before the curse may be cast. Three moons. Nay, much less...there is little time. ~
~Oy! How long again???~
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Stuck, now no more. John had his deliveries made. Only one more to go. A wizard and a princess...said to be the widowed lover pf the fallen Prince Richard.
Arianna of the Star Capital, and Wizard Gregory. Both only miles off, as John's one gift here was to never stay in one place.
" Guess that'll be my callin. Farewel, Verra..." He sighed and picked up his sack. Armor here was a must, but his form soon swapped tp that of a noble in face.
" Isis knows me too well, I think..." Grunting woth the bag hoisted ever higher, the hills called him forth. Rolling along, a prosperous sea wirhout end.
Until his final quest, had been completed without fail.
" I'll see you later, Chas." John's ghost couldn't even warn them, not of the curse or the catalyst. Or a chosen little boy, lying dead in his mother's womb.
This world and the next's, last remaining hope.
And Vee was honestly right.
This wasn't a game. Not some lazy fairy tale to set aside and conquer. This place was alive, and John realized it well.
Death here wasn't optional. Even with an all powerful goddess looming about to protect his arse, there was always some way to keel over inside this realm without true reason.
To that, he'd take his wish to his grave. Not here, but back home where he belonged.
A sprinkle of pixie dust, included.
