Planeshifting

(Verses)

No Verse - Regular Avacyn (Post-Spark)

V:BeforeTheSpark - Pre-spark Verse. Emotionless and blunt.

V:ThePurifier - !Dark Verse | Corrupted Verse

V:Children'sPrayer - Baby Verse

V:Not-A-Phase - Teen/HighSchool Verse

V:Helvault - Enslaved/Trapped Verse

V:Cursemute - !Werewolf Verse

V:Markov'sDaughter - !Vampire Verse

V: 

There was no time to respond as Avacyn quickly maneuvered with Dylan, now standing between the mass killer and the one she’s become friends with. She had half a mind to bring her wings out as an extra barrier, but that would mean another thing for Dylan to have to move around, so the Archangel does her best to advance while staying out of the return fire.

Some of the bullets fired by Charles hit her, but she would take the few hits he did manage to spend before he fell dead to the ground. A sigh left her dark lips before she turned back to the other, apathetic of the two or three bullets in her. “Well done... you aren’t hurt, are you?

"The... other side of what?" Avacyn was puzzled on his terms, though she hardly had time to contemplate his meaning with the mess they had gotten into.

It was supposed to be a simple task... Why were things going sideways so quickly. "Do you have a plan?"

"I know you can't die but I've been thinking of it and I thought that maybe seeing you on the other side might be in another dimension but knowing me and my luck death is just the end of any line that you can travel and there is no other side of it. Anyway, if I die come and find me on the other side and I'll buy you a drink."

Dylan then peeks out from behind the crate that he is hiding behind and sees nothing but knows that Charles is still there out in the factory somewhere looking for the both of them. "Yeah, I've got a plan, track the bastard down and put a bullet in he head. One of us isn't going to be leaving here tonight and I'm not going to be the one staying."

@purifyingxjudgement

She nods more, looking down to her taloned-gauntleted hands, only to have them disappear and show her pale hands with blackened nails. "You are lucky. I empathize on trying to save those who weren't supposed to die, but when it is their time, nothing can stop it..." There's a pause. "Without intervention like you witnessed earlier... I once again apologize for that... but... there is much blood on my hands... almost all spilt my me..." Her voided eyes then return to him. "If you were taking the lives, your heart would be much heavier than it is now."

A sigh comes from her. "Filthy demons... they always get their grubby claws on souls... and vengeful spirits, when guided, can be helpful... though sometimes need to be put to their final rest quickly." Her head tilt as she looked over him. "If you require assistance while I am here, I would be more than happy to help."

"I don't see the issue..." Avacyn started, turning to the other with her arms crossed and wings flared out behind her. "They met a violent, untimely end and I brought them back to life, they deserved a second chance, no?" - @purifyingxjudgement

"They always deserve a second chance, but you can't go around fucking with Death like that. You might be able too but if I did it, he would end me." Issac looks at her and then turns to face in the direction that the person went "The reason why they died is only known by Death and he doesn't like being cheated." He crosses his arms and looks at her with a small frown on his face."

"As you wish..." A slight nod, though she remained mostly emotionless, an eyebrow did raise. "Wouldn't incinerating him be more efficient? Or is there something in these vats that will be more helpful?" She had half a mind to look before she looked back at him. "I am indestructible. There's no need to worry about me."

"Well, for most, there is nothing... she continued to explain as she walked through the building, keeping her voice down. "Sometimes there are ghosts... other times a ghoulcaller can bring your body back... the truly insane come back as demons..." The loading of a gun caught her attention.

"I am the Archangel of Hope after all... so here's to hoping..."

"The... other side of what?" Avacyn was puzzled on his terms, though she hardly had time to contemplate his meaning with the mess they had gotten into.

It was supposed to be a simple task... Why were things going sideways so quickly. "Do you have a plan?"

"I know you can't die but I've been thinking of it and I thought that maybe seeing you on the other side might be in another dimension but knowing me and my luck death is just the end of any line that you can travel and there is no other side of it. Anyway, if I die come and find me on the other side and I'll buy you a drink."

Dylan then peeks out from behind the crate that he is hiding behind and sees nothing but knows that Charles is still there out in the factory somewhere looking for the both of them. "Yeah, I've got a plan, track the bastard down and put a bullet in he head. One of us isn't going to be leaving here tonight and I'm not going to be the one staying."

@purifyingxjudgement

A blank expression was left on her face, even after his explanation. Her mouth opened and closed a few times before she shook her head. "Oh... on my plane it's just... nothingness after death... but perhaps here there will be a bar for you." A hand pats his shoulder firmly to reassure him, and a smile that doesn't reach her eyes lifts the corners of her lips.

"Oh... I can sense his life force out if you want." She offers casually before her eyes shine a bit. Her head tilts as she scanned for the other before she pointed a taloned finger. "That way. Stay behind me and I will shield you if you wish to deliver the killing blow."

"The... other side of what?" Avacyn was puzzled on his terms, though she hardly had time to contemplate his meaning with the mess they had gotten into.

It was supposed to be a simple task... Why were things going sideways so quickly. "Do you have a plan?"

"I know you can't die but I've been thinking of it and I thought that maybe seeing you on the other side might be in another dimension but knowing me and my luck death is just the end of any line that you can travel and there is no other side of it. Anyway, if I die come and find me on the other side and I'll buy you a drink."

Dylan then peeks out from behind the crate that he is hiding behind and sees nothing but knows that Charles is still there out in the factory somewhere looking for the both of them. "Yeah, I've got a plan, track the bastard down and put a bullet in he head. One of us isn't going to be leaving here tonight and I'm not going to be the one staying."

@purifyingxjudgement

A nod. "I can agree to that... the words I need escape me, but hopefully this doesn't happen too often." Her smile turned sad for a moment as she took what he said in, remembering planes that had done just that to her... On the surface, they were beautiful, but the ugly truth hid just below.

Her head tilts as she folds her arms across her chest. "They wouldn't be able to... for I have nothing to take. Everything I had was forfeit when I broke the bond with my home plane and sparked..." a sigh, "but if I had to, I would get it back... one way or another... whatever it took."

The grab was a surprise to the Archangel, causing a short, but dangerous growl from her as she whipped around to face him. Her stature alone towered over many... but for him...

"I would like to know why you thought putting your hands on me was a good idea..." She said calmly, peering into his eyes with her white voids.

"My mind was made up for me the moment you thought it would be a good idea to pull that spear of yours out of thin air back there where it could be noticed like I had never said a fucking word to you about it. Now if putting hands on you is the only way to get you to listen to good sense then I'm going to be doing it every time we go out the fucking front door." Dylan hisses at her as he gestures with his hands held above his head

"I'm tired of you never listening to me after you ask me for the advice in the first place. You want to learn how this plane works but you don't want to take the help that I'm giving you to do that. What the hell is up with you?"

@purifyingxjudgement

If this thing goes sideways and we end up on the other side, meet me at the bar. I’m buying.

Mass Effect 3 Memes

"The... other side of what?" Avacyn was puzzled on his terms, though she hardly had time to contemplate his meaning with the mess they had gotten into.

It was supposed to be a simple task... Why were things going sideways so quickly. "Do you have a plan?"

With ease, she takes stride with him, and paces herself to his speed. She smiles softly and nods. "Yes... and I've had coffee everywhere... it seems to barely change, and I find that wonderful... while it doesn't affect me the way it does most, it is simply a treat for myself..."

As they walked, she could only nod while fighting back a strange shiver that threatened to rip down her spine. She had been a harbinger before... after everything seemed to snap and she lost control... and though the memories were fuzzy, they were still there. "I do believe you... though I was mostly used for keeping vampires, demons and other creatures in line... there was the occasional human..."

"I don't see the issue..." Avacyn started, turning to the other with her arms crossed and wings flared out behind her. "They met a violent, untimely end and I brought them back to life, they deserved a second chance, no?" - @purifyingxjudgement

"They always deserve a second chance, but you can't go around fucking with Death like that. You might be able too but if I did it, he would end me." Issac looks at her and then turns to face in the direction that the person went "The reason why they died is only known by Death and he doesn't like being cheated." He crosses his arms and looks at her with a small frown on his face."

Ugh... It was like being scolded like a child, but Avacyn had no other choice but to comply as she nodded once more. " I suppose I would hate to stir things up for this plane... It's not like I have intentions to stay longer than necessary anyway." She would let a smirk of amusement cross her before her head shook once more. "I would never allow myself to be captured again... they could try, but I would simply win."

Her head tilt once more as she looked around. "That's just the thing... It is more advanced, and yet at the same time lacking... it's very difficult to explain..."

The grab was a surprise to the Archangel, causing a short, but dangerous growl from her as she whipped around to face him. Her stature alone towered over many... but for him...

"I would like to know why you thought putting your hands on me was a good idea..." She said calmly, peering into his eyes with her white voids.

"My mind was made up for me the moment you thought it would be a good idea to pull that spear of yours out of thin air back there where it could be noticed like I had never said a fucking word to you about it. Now if putting hands on you is the only way to get you to listen to good sense then I'm going to be doing it every time we go out the fucking front door." Dylan hisses at her as he gestures with his hands held above his head

"I'm tired of you never listening to me after you ask me for the advice in the first place. You want to learn how this plane works but you don't want to take the help that I'm giving you to do that. What the hell is up with you?"

@purifyingxjudgement

White, pin-straight hair shook as her head moved. Never before had she heard of such a manaless plane... or such a lack of users. It was rather startling than shocking. "I pity this plane... There would be so many advances with the use of magic..."

A dark eyebrow rose then, an amused look crossing her face. "Yes... well I had a very good memory before the... 'incident' on my plane occured... ever since, it's been spotty..." A greater look of amusement then spread. "I can get out of anything, if these people know no magic..."

The grab was a surprise to the Archangel, causing a short, but dangerous growl from her as she whipped around to face him. Her stature alone towered over many... but for him...

"I would like to know why you thought putting your hands on me was a good idea..." She said calmly, peering into his eyes with her white voids.

"My mind was made up for me the moment you thought it would be a good idea to pull that spear of yours out of thin air back there where it could be noticed like I had never said a fucking word to you about it. Now if putting hands on you is the only way to get you to listen to good sense then I'm going to be doing it every time we go out the fucking front door." Dylan hisses at her as he gestures with his hands held above his head

"I'm tired of you never listening to me after you ask me for the advice in the first place. You want to learn how this plane works but you don't want to take the help that I'm giving you to do that. What the hell is up with you?"

@purifyingxjudgement

The Archangel would huff, crossing her arms before tilling her head to the side. "If it were to be noticed, would that have been such a bad thing? Do the inhabitants of this plane really not know about magic?"

No... Avacyn wasn't a great listener ever since her emancipation from Innistrad, but he did have a point... she asked for his help, after all.

Her eyes would glance about before she shook her head. "I'm... a being that runs on instinct... always have been. I... apologize if I don't listen the best, but it's a very new thing for me... especially taking orders."

The grab was a surprise to the Archangel, causing a short, but dangerous growl from her as she whipped around to face him. Her stature alone towered over many... but for him...

"I would like to know why you thought putting your hands on me was a good idea..." She said calmly, peering into his eyes with her white voids.

"My mind was made up for me the moment you thought it would be a good idea to pull that spear of yours out of thin air back there where it could be noticed like I had never said a fucking word to you about it. Now if putting hands on you is the only way to get you to listen to good sense then I'm going to be doing it every time we go out the fucking front door." Dylan hisses at her as he gestures with his hands held above his head

"I'm tired of you never listening to me after you ask me for the advice in the first place. You want to learn how this plane works but you don't want to take the help that I'm giving you to do that. What the hell is up with you?"

@purifyingxjudgement

[GRAB] - Sender grabs the receiver’s arm to pull them closer.

Rough Touch Meme

The grab was a surprise to the Archangel, causing a short, but dangerous growl from her as she whipped around to face him. Her stature alone towered over many... but for him...

"I would like to know why you thought putting your hands on me was a good idea..." She said calmly, peering into his eyes with her white voids.

“The past beats inside me like a second heart.”

— John Banville, The Sea

Rough Touch Starters

Include context as preferred! Obvious violence implied.

[GRIP] - Sender grips the receiver’s chin, forcing them to look at the sender.

[GRAB] - Sender grabs the receiver’s arm to pull them closer.

[FORCE] - Sender forces the receiver to sit in a chair.

[PUSH] - Sender pushes receiver forward roughly.

[PULL] - Sender pulls the receiver’s hair or a part of their body (specify for bald or nonhuman characters).

[CHOKE] - Sender grabs the receiver by the throat.

[PIN] - Sender pins the receiver against the wall.

[RESTRAIN] - Sender forces the receiver’s hands behind their back.

[PIN DOWN] - Sender pins the receiver against the floor or bed.

[CAGE] - Sender shoves the receiver into a cage or cell.

"I was, but that was merely following orders. I have reason to believe that there is more to the story than I was told, though." Arms had crossed in front of her then, wondering what she was going to do with him.

The Archangel could only tilt her head before he started to fall. A hand reached out to grab him, but he managed to slip through her fingers, disappearing into the water. A frustrated sigh came from her as she peed over the edge after him, eyes seeming to burn into the water as she looked for him.

After a moment, she sighed and wove a hand back towards herself. With a sparkle of white magic, her hair was tied up, and her skirt disappeared, revealing tight black pants as she readied herself. "We are continuing this conversation..." She murmured before diving in after him.

purifyingxjudgement​:​

“You must have not read the old testament then…” A book she drug her heels through… dreadful, it was… and such a vindictive God… with plot holes for days… Oh she loathed this plane for such scripture… “The Archangels of this plane are sent to do a God’s will, and are…” A hand wove as she sighed. “The religions of this world are a headache… And apparently, so are the inhabitants…” The last part murmured, as to not insult the other.

Her eyes lit up more as he mentioned a Goddess she knew of; one that was much more interesting to the Archangel, coming from a plane where magic flourished. “I’ve heard of her, yes. She is a noble god, and someone I wish to meet one of these days.” Avacyn said, as if meeting a god was that easy. Pegan? Ah… another religion perhaps… there seemed to be a plethora of them… one or two for each plane… but this one had quite the selection… she believed she was up to eight at this point…

“I believe we are getting off topic though… you are what I came here for…” Her eyes shone brightly as she peered into his soul through his eyes, only looking for confirmation before she pulled back, respecting his privacy. “But the dilemma I face is what the church lacked to tell me. You are humanoid, therefore more must be done than a simple vanquishing…”

Ulysses clenched his jawline, exposing a vein on his forehead from how tense he was at the moment. That was the whole point. Keeping them off track would keep her attention elsewhere, while he thought of a way to escape. It’s not like the warlock was a coward. He simply did not know who he was dealing with. If she was even a harpy, he could have approximated that he can best her so he would not have felt so threatened. 

And now… not knowing… that was causing his skin to crawl and he hoped she thought he was just human.

No, she said humanoid. That made him more tense than before. Even when he smiled, he looked strange because he cannot make himself look convincing. Just how threatening was she? She looked deep into his eyes, and he did not like that. It reminded him of why he would swim to the murky depths of the ocean. 

“You don’t mean,” he tugged at his collar, “you were thinking of vanquishing me? But why?” He took a step back, and slipped into the waters. On purpose. Ulysses hid underwater and hoped she would not dive after him, so he can make a quick escape. Except he had to check if he was being followed, so he turned back to the surface to search for her.

Welp, we're throwing Avacyn a verse set in the Star Wars universe.

Being a plansewalker, she's going to keep everything the same, but there's going to be conflict.

She's going to be aware of the situation with the Republic, but after being gone for a bit to deal with other planes, she returns, only to find the Empire. She thinks it's the same, but after meeting with some of the descendants of the Republic that are now Empire, there's a ride awakening, and quickly, learns about the Rebellion.

Where will her loyalties lie?

"You must have not read the old testament then..." A book she drug her heels through... dreadful, it was... and such a vindictive God... with plot holes for days... Oh she loathed this plane for such scripture... "The Archangels of this plane are sent to do a God's will, and are..." A hand wove as she sighed. "The religions of this world are a headache... And apparently, so are the inhabitants..." The last part murmured, as to not insult the other.

Her eyes lit up more as he mentioned a Goddess she knew of; one that was much more interesting to the Archangel, coming from a plane where magic flourished. "I've heard of her, yes. She is a noble god, and someone I wish to meet one of these days." Avacyn said, as if meeting a god was that easy. Pegan? Ah... another religion perhaps... there seemed to be a plethora of them... one or two for each plane... but this one had quite the selection... she believed she was up to eight at this point...

"I believe we are getting off topic though... you are what I came here for..." Her eyes shone brightly as she peered into his soul through his eyes, only looking for confirmation before she pulled back, respecting his privacy. "But the dilemma I face is what the church lacked to tell me. You are humanoid, therefore more must be done than a simple vanquishing..."

purifyingxjudgement​:

“An archangel of this plane then… I am told he was one of the betrayers… nothing like what I am.” She had read and learned about the archangels of this world, and it was the strangest thing… they had male angels… It was wrong to her, but she supposed not all planes followed the same rules of nature. “I was made to protect. To serve justice and to keep the peace. I have no intention of being anything but benevolent.”

His further accusations only brought more questions, though there was a time and place for them. Not now. “Yes, well, one of them would have been quick to attack and there wouldn’t be much conversation now, would there?”

A dark eyebrow rose at his revelation, though she would keep calm, holding out her hands to keep them within sight for him. “I was sent by a grand church to vanquish the evil beast of the seas, but they failed to tell me that there was a human attached to the myth.” There was a gentle tone used, trying to quell his anger. “You are in no danger now, for I can tell there was some… misinformation.”

Ulysses was intrigued from receiving new revelations, one specifically being that there were different planes in which archangels existed. His knowledge on this matter was uncomfortably low, which was disarming for a warlock who kept a vast knowledge on most things. But now that he thought about it, they were mostly information on oceans and the creatures there, since it was his dominion. For most of his life, he would not exit past the surface of the ocean and it was only recent did he don a new persona to blend in with the crowd. To him, recent was roughly 300 to 400 years. That is when he started to pretend being human and that was hardly any time to learn about these new religions and what these so-called celestial bodies were. Learning about the Olympian gods were a feat on its own. 

Still, as intimidating as it might be to learn about all this new information about angels, Ulysses’s curiosity was not going to keep at bay. He was willing to learn as much as he could. One of the reasons being, he wanted to know where he stood. If he was stronger or weaker. That mattered, if there were creatures sent by them to vanquish him.

Looks like he was in for an impending battle. Better to avoid the matter altogether.  

“Ah, the evil beast of the seas, I’ve heard of him,” he plainly answered, “but he’s clearly not here. I didn’t know angels were sent to vanquish. Although, I am one of those who believe in the pagan gods, as I worship Goddess Hecate. Heard of her?” He could have said Poseidon, one of the main gods who is attached to the seas that other fishermen like he was pretending to be would say, but he had more respect for the goddess of magic.

@purifyingxjudgement​