Application: Elric of Melnibone (the Elric Saga)

[blood_and_souls]

A strangely-dressed albino pushed his long, milk-white hair back from his face, staring about the room with wide, cat-like eyes of deep crimson. His eldritch features marked him as one of the line of ancient Melnibone, which he was soon to learn would mean very little here. The muscles in his lithe body tensed in expectation as he surveyed the room

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[vislor_turlough]

"Hey, no one forced you to think about the ending of marrow-bone or whatever, you could have just said cheddar and be done with it."

[blood_and_souls]

"Cheddar? Some bland cheese of the Young Kingdoms?" He shook his head. "That would have been a lie. I do not know why my cheese preferences are of importance here. And truly, there have been no cheeses to compare with those of fallen Melnibone, and never will be again." It really was remarkable just how much angst he could pack into a sentence about cheese.

[vislor_turlough]

"Not the point. The point was, the only person who's fault it was that you have to be so angsty is you." Turlough might be slightly hypocritical here.

[blood_and_souls]

"None have explained to me why I am here- there are things I must fulfill on my native plane. I was sealed in a room and presented with questions, and no explanations. I have often been sought for my talents, but, never has my taste in cheese been a point of concern. Do you know of a reason that I should be pleased with these events, sir?" He looked inquiringly at Turlough.

[ringo_raver]

"I'll take it!"

[blood_and_souls]

"You will take what? The anguish of the last prince of a dying race?" The sight of something that at least -looked- like he should put Stormbringer through it was naturally a bit energizing. "Know that this is infinite, and, to the best of my knowledge, eternal. No matter how much of it was taken from me, my suffering would never be lessened." He flung his white hair dramatically as he placed his hand on Stormbringer's hilt. "Will you try and take it all from me? Ah, if only someone could do so! I regret to inform you that you are likely to fail. Just take me to the master of this place and be done!"

[ringo_raver]

"Nah. I'm just gonna watch. Much more fun." Ryuk leaned back and grinned.

[blood_and_souls]

The albino glared at Ryuk. What the hell was this thing? It looked like something spawned by Chaos. "What shall you watch? Is there some challenge that must be faced soon?" He glanced around the room, his slightly-oversized, catlike eyes almost unblinkingly alert.

[damien_thorn]

Cheer up, emo kid.

If Damien excelled at anything, it was long-winded diatribes about the state of the universe, his role in the current state of the universe, and how everything would be so much better if Christ would just roll over and die already and let him rule the world.

Of course, this meant he had an unusually low level of sympathy for anyone else doing the same thing.

"This is not a realm of Chaos, but your gods and demons can't help you now," he said. The words would sound dark and threatening if they weren't coming from someone who looked like Sam Donaldson. "You're in the realm of a new God, the Father of Destruction and the Lord of Pain, who will bring all to a glorious annihilation."

You know, most people just said "hello."

[blood_and_souls]

This individual didn't very impressive or intimidating, but, at least he sounded normal. At least to Elric- these were the sorts of greetings he was actually familiar with. Simple hellos were admittedly disconcerting- usually there was some purpose and mission involved, and words like "glorious annihilation" were properly textbook for these encounters.

"Ah! Answers finally! Are you one that I am here to meet, perhaps?" Elric of course interpreted Damien as literally as possible. "It does appear that my own demons are not native to this plane- perhaps they have been banished in the past, or, have not yet came here. Who is this "Father of Destruction"? His title sounds like that of a Lord of Chaos. Do we need to destroy him?" The prospect of a quest naturally lifted his mood a bit.

[damien_thorn]

"I am the one you have been sent here to worship." At least Damien didn't suffer from self-esteem issues. All of Hogwarts had been sent here to worship him. Most of them just hadn't figured it out yet.

The Antichrist glared at Elric, and it was a fairly intimidating glare. "He is my Father," he said coldly, "and we are to exalt him, not destroy him."

[blood_and_souls]

Elric shook his head matter of factly, quite aware that his soul had already been bargained with, and answered politely. "I believe you must mistake me then, sir. My soul is the possession of my patron, Lord Arioch of the Dukes of Hell. You must be awaiting another. Who is your father?"

[omg_sunflora]

Sunflora was a little hesitant about approaching Elric, but she did so anyway.

"You need a smile."

[blood_and_souls]

Elric looked a bit confused at Sunflora for a moment. It wasn't the talking plant factor so much as the talking plant giving such simplistic advice. Of course, she did appear to be plant elemental, and their usual mentality was a different than those of the animal realm. "I need many things, but answers above all. Where is this place, and who rules this plane? Surely I am here for a reason, it must need my help somehow? Perhaps you know who summoned me here."

[omg_sunflora]

"I don't know about summoning, but this is a magic school. We learn magic! And the Sorting Hat's in charge. No one knows why they're here, I certainly don't. But you can do what you want here. I like dancing!" And she demonstrated.

[blood_and_souls]

Sunflora certainly seemed like a strange elemental. But she did appear to be a flower elemental, so perhaps it was her nature. He managed a brief but polite smile at her. His people had long interacted with elementals, and so he found dealing with her to be quite comfortable, although he was a little confused as to why she seemed to be speaking Melnibonean to him. Usually they spoke in their own language, but everything here was sounding like Melnibonean. Of course, he was unaware of the translation charms. "I appreciate the information, little flower sister. So this Hat is not in fact a tyrant that holds this place under its sway?"

[igorofmalaria]

Another ranter. How familiar.
"If by necromancy you mean reanimation, I could probably assist you, sir."

He spoke quietly, ready to step back in case of fury.

[blood_and_souls]

Looking over Igor, Elric decided he was strange, but, did appear to be mortal, even if a rather odd one. He shook his head solemnly, a trace of pain in his voice as he answered.

"I fear that you could not, for, reanimation would accomplish nothing but raising a hollow shell. When the soul is devoured, there is nothing to be done but to mourn. Are you a sorcerer then, sir?"

[igorofmalaria]

"Oh." Igor scanned the application again. 'But even the most powerful necromancy could return your soul,' Now that he really looked at it, it was obviously a typo. Agh, I'm a fool.

"No, I'm a scientist!" Igor spoke with pride in his voice, there was no one to contradict him. "Well, if a sorceror is the same thing as wizard, then everyone here is. I just didn't know it until recently."

"Are you certain there's nothing to do but mourning?" Igor asked, trying not to sound critical. Most 'evil scientists' were big on the moping, but they always ended it on an upbeat '...and I will destroy them all!' note. Much more positive.

[blood_and_souls]

((Argh, my bad! Leaving out a whole word, I suck. Sorry about that!))

"A scientist, sir? That's very interesting- what sort of things do you study?" Although Elric's home wasn't much of a scientific world, he was still familiar with the 'science' that involved engineering weapons and mixing herbal potions.

He nodded in sad confirmation, explaining, "I am sure. Because her soul is gone, beyond repair. A reanimated shell wouldn't be her." He let out a sigh of deep sorrow, saying only to himself, It is gone because my sword and I devoured it.