Shattered Planes Archives (Seasons 4 & 5)

Well I'd just like to be the first to say it's probably about time. Good luck.

Also let me just add that if you at any time require my services for any reason, then you know where to find me.

Also, being active EVERY day is an unrealistic expectation for anybody who has a life and is a productive member of society.

I think, as you said, due to the special nature of your member base, you shouldn't have a problem fulfilling this expectation. Well, the first part, anyway.

To be honest I think he is right, considering the size of the member base, staff shouldn't need to be active every day. The fact they might need to be active every day anyway is more of a testament to the poor attitude of the community than it is the requirement for staff members. In my opinion of course.

[1:42:28 AM] Hikaru/Ember Bright: If she ever sees that she's going to kill you.
[1:42:39 AM] Kaleb the Sexy Robot.: if who ever sees that
[1:42:43 AM] Hikaru/Ember Bright: Emily
[1:42:45 AM] Kaleb the Sexy Robot.: why
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Why? Really? Why? Is that a real question?

For God's sake you guys are fucked up.

Emily's eyebrows lowered. Her teeth were bared. Beads of sweat were starting to roll from her hairline down to her cheeks. It was clear she was becoming aggravated. "NO!!" She yelled, breathing heavily through her teeth. "NO!!" Again, as if the man standing in front of her hadn't heard what she said the first time. "Don't you understand what is happening here!?" She pushed the edge of her wand up against the bottom of the nurse's neck. She pressed into the victim's skin until a faint stream of blood began to emerge. Some of it poured down her neck and onto her dress, and the rest rolled onto the edge of Emily's wand and dripped from her fingers. Without moving the wand, she lowered her neck and licked some of the blood off her hand. She didn't like it all too much; it was disgusting. But she didn't feel like this man was taking her seriously. And she needed him to. "I'm going to give you one more chance!"

"I want the truth. And I want it now." She wasn't yelling anymore, but there was still a clear tone of anger in her voice. "I KNOW I have the power here. YOU are the one who has to prove who you are!" She was tired of talking. Tired of making threats. She just wanted this whole thing to be over. But that didn't mean she wouldn't do what she needed to do. She didn't know what that would be at this point. She didn't want to kill anyone, especially an innocent nurse who had no role in this situation. A woman who, looking back, was probably trying to help her recover. But it didn't matter. Emily couldn't let her feelings and morals get in her way. She would do whatever she had to do, even if she didn't want to. That's a situation she found herself in often, and she knew how to deal with it. "Last chance. Tell me who you are. Prove it. Or she dies."

Emily's eyes opened, and it took a few seconds for her vision to adjust to her current surroundings. She was lying on her back, looking up at the tiles of a white ceiling. She shot up, looking around frantically. There were curtains to both her sides. Standing tall next to her was what seemed to be a enhanced version of an IV machine, although it's been too long for her to be able to recognise anything; too many years had passed. With haste she felt her arms all around her body. No wires were implanted, or not at the time, anyway. She still had her overcoat on and she didn't see any reason to believe it was ever removed. The second thing she noticed as she searched her own body was her wand, tucked in the right inside pocket of her jacket. She picked it out. What is this doing here? They didn't strip me of this? She transferred it to her left hand pocket. I can't believe that. She wasn't as good at casting spells or the like with her left hand, and if she would need it, she knew that the time she'd take pulling it out with her left hand only to put it in her right would be too much to waste.

She took the time to look around again. She figured she was in a hospital; some kind of intensive care unit. Other than that, she couldn't reason anything else out of it. She certainly couldn't recognise where she was, but after so long, it's unlikely she'd be able to recognise anything from her past. One thing is for sure; she thought to herself. This isn't Starclan. There isn't enough nonsensical technology around. She tried to think about where she was, and why she was there. Well... She tried to reason with herself. I'm in the hospital. They could have put me in prison. Maybe I am not an enemy here. She closed her eyes and put her left hand over her face. Pick that out, Emily. That kind of thinking will get you nowhere. She fell back onto the bed she was lying on. No one is a friend now. I'm on my own. I have to escape.

Emily slowly looked up. She was still breathing uncontrollably, which was cut short but a short gasp when she saw a tall, middle-aged man standing in front of her. For a moment, she just sat there in a stunned silence. She wasn't expecting anyone to be here. She regained her composure and managed to scramble to her feet. She backtracked as she clumsily drew for her wand. Her breath was sharp and quick. On her third attempt of fumbling with her wand, she managed to pull it out and point it at the mysterious man who had appeared in front of her. She just stood there for a few seconds, trying not to blink, trying to regain her breath. She stared at the man. Staring, staring. There was an eerie silence. The man looked relatively familiar, but she couldn't trust anyone now. Finally; "WHO ARE YOU?" She screamed. Tears were still occasionally rolling down her face. This would normally be a time she would try to stay calm and collected. This time, she didn't even bother. "WHO ARE YOU?" she shrieked again. She waited for an answer. But before one would come, she continued further.

"I know who you are!" She took another step back. "You're from Starclan! You're here to kill me!" Another step. "You won't fool me! You can't! DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM?" Her voice was shaking as she yelled. Her arms with which she held her wand was trembling. "You'll never kill me, you hear?" A deep breath. "YOU CAN'T KILL ME. I'M EMILY ZZOTT!" She was mostly talking to herself now. She was hysterical. She took one more step back and waited.

A flash of black smoke appeared, and through it, a ragged Emily Zzott stumbled through. She walked a few more steps before falling to her hands and knees, short on breath. Her wand untucked from her coat as she fell and skipped across the floor, what floor there was. She looked down at her arms, breathing heavily. Her coat and pants were fulls of nicks and cuts, battered and bruised from years of living in refuge, deep in the forests of surrounding areas. Her limbs were sore. There were black spots under her eyes. She hadn't slept soundly in months; years, even. She took another deep breath and crawled towards her wand, picking it up and coming to one knee. She took a time to look at it. It was chipped in some parts, and had a long scrape down one side. Hikaru told me this was indestructible. She took a deep breath. Nothing is. Not even me.

She tried once to climb back to her feet, but she was too weak. With a sigh, she sat back down. She rubbed her forehead with her left hand and felt a cool metal brush against her skin. She looked at her hand. My ring. Right. This is my only option. With a reluctant swipe, she covered the ring with her opposite hands thumb and index finger. Kai. She could hear the name pulsating in her head. Listen to me Kai. I need your help. She waited. No response. KAI. Listen. it's me, Emily. Do you remember me? No answer. That's ridiculous. He can't not hear me. If he was thinking, I would hear him. He can't not be thinking can he? She scoffed at the idea. Well if anyone is NOT thinking, it'd be him. She took her hand off the ring. She paused to think, and wrapped it with her fingers again. K2323. Listen to me. I need your help. Can you hear me? She heard a faint noise. Her eyes glimmered with hope. What's that? I can't hear you. Think clearer! She pressed the ring next to her ear, half-hoping it would have some effect. She continued to hear the noise, but couldn't determine it. She sat motionless, ring nearly impressed into her ear, listening. Finally, she could make out the noise. It was static; similar to the noise a malfunctioning television would make. Oh no. Oh God no. This isn't what I think it means. It can't be.

She sighed heavily, and covered her eyes with her hand. Only one person can help me now. On the brink of desperation, she clasped the ring again. She held it so tightly the outside of her hand began to turn white. Hikaru. My Master. Please. Help me. She waiting for a response. The seconds that passed seemed like years. Please... She thought inwardly. "Please Hikaru, please answer me!" She had started speaking out loud. She was nearing a point of desperation. Her tension was palpable. "ANSWER ME!!" She yelled. She forced her eyes shut, ring still grasped in her hand. And, just as she had with K2323, she began to hear a slight buzzing noise. No response. No...No... "NO!!" She screamed, clutching her knees desperately. After a while, she held her hands openly in front of her eyes. She say the ring, dull and worn from her many years of refuge. "STUPID RING!!" She threw it across the plains, and heard the faint clinking of the ring with the ground in the near distance. It must be broken. It has to be broken. They can't be...they can't be dead. When that word passed through her mind, she lost all control. She closed her eyes and pushed him fingers against her now shut eyelids. And there, out in the plains of the Outerverse, Emily sat, weeping silently, over the death of her former master and friend.

Character Name: Emily Zzott

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Appearance: Long-ish blonde hair. Light, grey-blue eyes. Tan skin, but still not particularly dark. Average height; approximately 5 feet 7 inches, 110 lbs. Arms are rather thin. Usually can be found wearing black dress pants and a long sleeved, lavender and black horizontally striped shirt, covered by a four button black overcoat, which reaches down about to the characters knees. Wears black gloves when in cold climates. Usually has hair tied back in a pony tail of some sort when she is fighting or working hard. She is always seen with a golden medal strapped around her neck, an insignia of a raven, wings spread wide, on the front of it. She also wears a black and white striped ring on her left hand's ring finger.

Alliance: Indifferent

Personality: Sarcastic, cynical, and mistrusting. Finds herself to be very clever and witty. Likes to play "cat-and-mouse" with her opponents when she can, however for the most part likes to avoid fighting as she cannot stand to lose. Because of this, she'll usually be quick to vanish from a fight in a circumstance where she can see herself losing. Has an extremely large ego, and for the most part, it is duly deserved. Takes pride in her accomplishments and is sure to bring them up any time she can. Tries to portray herself as a cool-headed, level individual, but if the wrong subject is brought up, she can get very angry, very quickly. Despite her vast magical prowess, would rather mentally outwit her opponents than physically outlast them.

Inventory:
-Mahogany Magic Wand. Very sturdy. Extremely difficult to break.
-Ancient Catalan Spellbook. Consists of a vast array of spells and curses. Cannot bring people back to life.
-Elemental Beads. Various coloured beads which allow control of various elements. (I.E. Fire, Water, etc. Not Mercury, Carbon, etc.)
-Ring Of Epiphany. Allowed communication with others across large distances.
-Necklace Of Youth. Prevents age while being worn.

Combat Level: 4
-Magic Level: 5
-Physical Strength: 3

Character's History: Emily Zzott is a character with a rather expansive history. She began, so many years ago, as a student under the great Sage, Hikaru. She had always been a powerful, if rather unrefined magic user, and it wasn't until she sought out Hikaru to train under her as an apprentice that she really got into the art of magic and spells. She never liked it before; before she met Hikaru, it wasn't as much as a gift, as she might call it now. It was a curse. She remembers primary school. How could she forgot? All the kids calling her weird. A freak of nature. All because she was different. And she couldn't even control it. She shunned her magical power. She spent many a night lying in her bed, listening to her parents speak in the next bedroom over. "We just have to face it, dear. Our daughter is...different." That quote played in her mind over and over as a child. She didn't want to be different. She wanted to be like everyone else.

She was pulled from primary school at the age of 9. She lived her life in near solitude, and through that process she began to grow cold. She began to hate others for hating her. And she began to think...I'm not different. I'm not different. I'm just better. I'm not different. At the age of 13, she ran away from her home. She never saw her parents again. She wandered the world alone for years, barely surviving on her crude attempts at magic and spell-casting. It was at the age of 16 she ran into Hikaru, out in the forest. Emily had grown to shy away from human contact, and tried to avoid her, but Hikaru saw her for what she was. A "diamond in the rough", as it was called. Hikaru brought her back with her and with that, Emily road to witchcraft was on its way.

Several years past under Hikaru's training, but Emily didn't age. She was given a pendant by her master Hikaru that prevented her aging. Under her supervision, she learned much; more than she could ever hope to learn. However, she always was looking for a chance to showcase her ability; she begged Hikaru for something to do. After annoying her enough, Hikaru finally gave Emily something to do.
Told her it would be super easy, and wouldn't take much effort at all. Hikaru called it Project: Mexico; Emily never understood the name. Her mission was to go to someones house and seduce them. Hardly the activity a 16 year old witch should be pulling off, but Emily had nothing to do, and was not about to complain to her master. Right before she left, Hikaru stopped her. "Put some lipstick on first! I've got some right here." Emily put it on reluctantly and left to do what she had to do. Turns out, she ended up killing the man she was trying to seduce; all part of Hikaru's plan, she figured. Emily went back to her housing with Hikaru, but afterwards began to feel a sense of guilt with what she had done. She barely knew this guy...who was it? K2323 was his name? She barely knew him...and she killed him. In cold blood. She knew Master Hikaru must have had a reason for it, but she wouldn't accept responsibility for it.

Unfortunately, Emily was not well versed in the art of revival, and her spellbook contained nothing that would allow her to bring this fellow back to life. So, one night, she snuck into Hikaru's library and tore a page from one of Hikaru's spellbooks about revival, and snuck back to where K2323 body lied; cold, lifeless. After several attempts, she managed to bring him back to life, much to her joy. Regardless, she left before he could regain full consciousness, but something told her that he knew it was her that brought him back to life, and it was her that killed him. Shortly afterwards, Hikaru told Emily of a magical tournament that would occur. Emily was invited. When they arrived to the tournament, she was surprised, not the least by the appearance of someone who had an eerily similar appearance to Emily, and who went around telling everyone that they were sisters. Her name was Angela. Despite her surprise, Emily didn't really put much other thought in to it, and the tournament began.

She fought well in the tournament, which was a surprise to her. Before this, she never had any major battles with anyone outside of her training area, except the occasional practise fight with Hikaru when she was in the mood for it. The same could not be said for her master, however. Hikaru was killed during one of the fights, and was reborn as a child. She would be watched by K2323 for the rest of the tournament. Emily advanced to the semifinals, and was matched up against someone named Kai. Emily was ready and eager to fight, however, right before the battle got underway, Kai turned his back to Emily and attacked K2323 in the observation deck. Emily, stunned by what had happened, realised her master was there, albeit in child form, and rushed to defend her and K2323. When she arrived, K2323 had been killed by someone named Zere. He attacked Hikaru next, and Emily, realising she was in danger, took Hikaru with her and fled the scene.

Emily and Hikaru arrived in the Spirit Realm, looking for K2323. They found him, and he revealed an idea. He would use the chains of time which he, along with his brother Kai, had locked time itself with, to tie Zere to death. Zere would take K2323's place in death, allowing K2323 to return to the mortal plane. K2323 preformed the spell and put an end to Zere for the time being. Kai was disqualified from the tournament, though his seal was removed. Emily was declared the victor. The day was saved. (Written By K2323)

Time passed. Emily lived with her master Hikaru, in childlike form, protecting her from danger and trying to keep her safe. In the mean time, a new allegiance, The Starclan, had been formed. While Emily was taking care of Hikaru, The Starclan had become very advanced in both magic and technology. After a sage discovered their planet, quite a few people took notice of their existence. Their home planet, Planet Star, was even chosen as the location for a meeting between Emily and K2323, in which to discuss the future of her childlike master, Hikaru. Jeff Star, leader of the Starclan, came to the two during their meeting to investigate their arrivals. Emily, offended at the interruption, threw the leader into a wall with such strength that the man flew through the wall and caused a small crater in the earth. After the meeting, Emily, fearful of HIKARU's (not Regina's) life as well as her own, agreed with K2323 for him to take Hikaru while she fled. Since that day, Emily was in refuge, hiding from the Starclan; fearful that she would be hunted down and killed for her actions. She hasn't been heard from since.

RP Sample: I'll put this in if it's necessary.