MLP Crossover (Private for me and Swanfeather)

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    OOC: Yeah, I didn't know what it was called at first though so now there are searches like 'lord death place' in my history. XD


    "What do you mean, I am my--" He cut off his demand before he was finished, grudgingly observing the truth in Medusa's final words. He was surrounded by his enemies. He stepped back, shifting his cloak around him. "Grell, close that mirror! We leave now."


    Clearly feeling the need to so something, Orko zoomed over to pull on William's arm, only to remember he had hands again. He snapped his fingers, and a frigid blob of water appeared in the air above the comatose reaper' head, crashing down a second later. "Will, Grell's leaving!"


    Handless magic was not something Skeletor did often, so it was a relief when, after a bout of arm waving, and embarassing rhymed chanting in ancient Gar language, a portal appeared in the floor, tinged with his signature aura of dark magic. Though he knew not where in this dimension it lead, it was annoyingly the only thing he could think to do.
    "Make no mistake, I will return," He vowed before deftly leaping in.

    [align=center][font=century gothic][color=white](OOC: Oh, heh. Well, here's pictures of the SE cast. [There's a lot of them, and I probably won't use all of them, but I just found all the group pictures.]

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    (IC)
    William jerked awake, spluttering. He looked around a little, glaring briefly at Orko, before he dove or Grell's coat.
    "Don't let them get away!" Spirit yelled, though he hung back from the portal. Maka looked ready to dive in, but Crona grabbed her sleeve.
    "You can't! You don't have a weapon!" he cried. "We'll find them later!"
    Grell snapped his mirror closed and plunged in the portal, following Skeletor, though Will had grabbed his coat before he fell in. Both Reapers scrambled for it, but it slipped from Grell's shoulders. The red Reaper wailed a little pitifully as he stumbled out of the portal and onto a cobblestone street of Death City.
    "My coat! My beautiful red coat!" he whined. "I'll never get another like it; I pulled it off the body of my previous employer after I murdered her!" cried the Reaper. However, his attention was quickly snagged by the shiny metal object parked on the curb beside them. "... My word," he breathed, stepping closer to what appeared to be an orange metal horse with wheels. "This is so lovely... What the Dickens is it?" Of course, originally being from Victorian London, Grell had no idea what a motorcycle was.


    (OOC: Oh, BTW, here's pictures of Death City and the DWMA:

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    OOC: Wow. That show...looks so inventive...I think I'm gona watch an episode or two today. :P


    "Sorry you didn't get him, Will," Orko said, using his regained powers of levitation to pat Will's head in a misguided attempt to comfort him. "You're probably just really tired. We fought those guys three times today, two of those with Medusa," He added happily, turning his gaze to the others as he explained.


    "Some sort of primitive transportation device, it seems," Skeletor scoffed, running his hand over the metal. As it always was in public, his hood was pulled forward to conceal his lack of face. "Not as bad as the utter lack of ingenuity in the pony world--but still quite pathetic."
    Skeletor stepped aside. "There appears to be a keyhole here. Grell, find some metals and pick the lock," He instructed, glancing up into the sky.

    [align=center][font=century gothic][color=white](OOC: Uh, episodes 1-6 are a little... off-color. Just skip to 7 and then go back and watch 1-6 when you're committed. Don't get me wrong, it's my favorite show ever, but the writers were just having fun with the first bit. [There's a long story behind that, actually, but it's longish.]
    Here's the theme song, if you're interested:
    [youtube][/youtube])


    (IC)
    Will glared at Grell's coat. "He might be back for this rag," he muttered, standing. He shook the water out of his hair a bit. "At any rate, it's good to have my hands back. Even if my gloves did get sodden soon after I regained them," he said.
    Maka walked up to Orko, peering at him. "What are you? I mean, if you don't mind me asking," she said.


    Grell grinned. "With pleasure," he said, pulling a small pack of screwdrivers from his pocket. "My death scythe can be on the fritz sometimes. It's helpful to have a few parts to fix it up if I need it," he ended in a prideful scoff. "And Will says I'm an under-prepared ninny. Who's the ninny now, Willy?"
    "Hey!" a voice shouted. A white-haired boy glared the two down, pointing an accusing finger at Grell and Skeletor. "That's my bike! Get off of it!"
    Grell paused from picking the lock. "Bike? Like a bicycle?" He glanced down at the bike. "A bicycle with an engine... How very clever! Humans are rather inventive, aren't they, Skelly?"

    OOC: YEEKS THIS SHOW IS SO COOL. I watched episodes seven and eight, I'm gonna go watch more!


    Orko gave a hiccupy laugh and put his hands on his hips, leaning forward in a pose that looked completely ridiculous. "I'm a wizard, of course! Here, I'll do a magic trick--Just let me get some cards..," Orko immediately proceeded to reach into his sleeve and started pulling out a variety of items. He let most of them fall to the floor--creating a quickly growng pile beneath him--though some he tossed up instead, where they stayed suspended in the air.


    Skeletor eyed the boy, and had to resist the urge to laugh. He did not bother to move from where he stood. "Oh, and what are you going to do to stop me? Perhaps whining more would help, it seems to be a strong suit of yours," He remarked cooly, tilting his skull to one side.

    [align=center][font=century gothic][color=white](OOC: Awesome! :D I've been pretty spoilery, though; I never expected you to watch it :P Sorry.)


    (IC)
    Maka immediately became defensive. "A wizard? Like a witch?" she growled, stepping back as she tensed up. Twilight put a calming hand on her shoulder.
    "Don't worry; Orko's a friend," she reassured her.
    "Ahem," Lord Death cleared his throat. "While I'm glad you're all bonding-"
    "I'm not," interjected Will, though Lord Death ignored him.
    "It'd be best if you find a place to settle for the evening. Crona, how about you show our guests to the rooms under the school?"
    Crona nodded, leading the group down the guillotine-lined hallway. Will followed with disdain in his eyes, muttering something about true Reapers.


    The boy glowered at them, biting together his pointed teeth. "Get off of that now!" he yelled again.
    Grell scoffed, still picking the lock. "And you'll what? Call Scotland Yard?" he mocked, just as the bike roared to life. "I did it, Skelly!" he proclaimed proudly, facing away from the teen and not noticing as as his arm began to glow.
    With a flash, the boy's arm had gone, and had transformed into a black-and-red blade. Snarling, he charged at the two.

    OOC: Hah, don't worry, I'm still having fun watching it...Poor Crona, though. :c


    Orko paused in the middle of pulling a pack of cards out of his sleeve. "....Okay," He dissapointedly shoved them back in, then drifted down to gather armfulls of his other things. "Guess I'll have to show you later." He flew off to join the others, taking his place beside William and instantly began jabbering about things like the scenery, how everyone looked as a human, and similar topics.


    Skeletor was dumbfounded.
    Too astonished to form a suitable reply, he only slid back rapidly, his cloak swishing around his body but still keeping him concealed.
    "Remarkable...But how?" He asked himself aloud. "You have no magic."

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    Crona led them down a series of staircases, through winding hallways, and past dark, quiet cells. In a portion of the basement that was better lit by sunlight, since the school sat on a hill, he stopped.
    "You all can stay in these rooms," he said, slowly and with a slight stammer. "I-I'll be in my room, here." He pointed to one of the iron doors.
    Will looked suspicious. "How can we be sure you're not imprisoning us?" he questioned.
    Twilight shook her head. "Crona wouldn't do that," she defended him.


    Soul smirked a little. "Never seen a living weapon before? You must be new here," he said. Brandishing his blade, he slowed his approach. "Now, get off the bike before I show you just how sharp this blade is."
    Grell revved the engine. 'Ooh, I like this!" he grinned, off in his own little world.

    "Yeah, and besides, Twilight and me use magic! How would they trap us?" Orko floated backwards to his door, one arm held behind his back. He fiddled with the doorknob before swinging it open. "Goodnight, everybody!"


    Skeletor's mind whirled. He had seen beings summon weapons to them with magic. He had seen beings who had weapons attatched to their bodies. But here, no magic was involved; It was as if something inside the strange boy could simply choose to become a blade. Medusa's words came back to him, and his voice grew more intense, and fast. "Tell me how to do it."

    [align=center][font=century gothic][color=white]Crona waved. "Goodnight," he said softly, before slipping into his room. Will merely nodded and slammed his door behind him. Twilight didn't move, her hand still on her doorknob.
    Maka frowned, exchanging a glance with Orko that asked "is she okay?"


    Soul huffed. "If you haven't found your weapon ability yet, then you're not a weapon. You figure it out during puberty, genius," he said, purposefully riling Skeletor. "And who has a whiny voice now? Seriously, you sound like an 80's cartoon villain."
    "Come to think of it, I'm not sure if this motorized bicycle will fit the both of us," Grell thought out loud, still ignoring the others.

    OOC: I think I laughed harder than I was supposed to at Soul's line there. XD


    Orko shrugged, then drifted over. "Um...Twilight?" He asked, placing a hand on her arm and pulling it gently.


    Though he did not understand the meaning of some words, Skeletor understood via the tone what meaning the youth was trying to convey. "You dare insult me, child?" He said slowly and carefully, making sure every word was clearly. "You are more foolish than your abilities indicate; Fortunately for you, I am in a patient mood. Now tell me," He stepped closer, voice growing very quickly irritable, "How do I access my powers?"

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    Twilight turned to her floating friend, her face troubled. "Yes?" she asked softly. Maka stepped close to them.
    "We're wondering if you're okay," she said. "Is something wrong? Anything we can help with?"
    Twilight's shoulders sagged. "Yes... But no, I don't think you can help," she sighed, loneliness crippling her like a broken foreleg. Even though she was used to traveling through dimensions, this time she couldn't see any way of returning home to her Equestrian friends and princesses.


    Soul glanced at Grell, who still seemed to be struggling with the brake and how it to get the bike to move. "I told you, you don't have any," he growled. "But if you get your gal off that bike, I can try to show you how I do it."
    That Grell heard. "I beg your pardon!" he exclaimed, rounding on Soul. "I am no gal!" he huffed, irritation evident on his face, which had nearly turned as red as his hair.

    "Oh...Okay..," Orko trailed off, looking up at Twilight anxiously. "Um...Maybe you'll feel better about it after you've slept and all," He suggested, looking to the side as he let go of her arm and placed his hand on his own.
    "That--I mean, I think it works. Though you'll still feel it, kind of," Orko chattered cryptically, backing away again. "...Uhm, see you in the morning!"


    Skeletor internally weighed his options. He could defeat the boy right now, and take his things--Or wait, and gain valuable information to how this world worked. More inclined to side with the latter, he looked at Grell. "Off."

    [align=center][font=century gothic][color=white]Twilight sighed a little. "Goodnight," she said quietly.
    Maka's face fell. "Hey... If it'd make you feel any better, you can come to classes tomorrow," she proposed meekly. She wasn't quite sure what else she could say, but luckily Twilight was a former unicorn with a passion for academics. The purple-haired girl smiled.
    "I'd love that," she said softly. Maka sighed with relief.
    "All right; we'll see you tomorrow," she said. Twilight nodded and closed her door behind her. "You can come too, Orko," she said.
    "Count me out," Will's voice grumbled.


    Grell turned to Skeletor, shock and disappointment replacing the embarrassment on his face. "What?!" he cried. "But Skelly, I just got it to start!"
    "OFF," Soul repeated, jabbing his blade towards the Reaper. Grell huffed and cutting the bike's engine before begrudgingly sliding from the seat.
    "Fine," spat Soul. "It's your soul's energy. If there's a blade lying dormant in your soul, you can draw it out. But it takes a while to master full-body transformation, and usually discovering the weapon part of you happens on accident," he said. "I can't tell you how many stories I've heard of kids stabbing their walls or shooting their windows on accident."

    ""Wooh!" Orko squeaked, throwing his arms up. He stepped into his room and moved to shut the door with his magic, accidentally slamming it loudly.


    Skeletor turned his attention inward, trying to feel for anything that hadn't been there in the pony world or Eternia, or anything that had been altered in his magic. Finding nothing, he brought his mind back to the more visible world. "Is that all the information you have? Dissapointing." Finally lifting his hand out of his cloak, Skeletor gestured at the blade-armed boy. "You can have the 'bike,' Grell--kill this child if he tries to stop you." He turned away and began to walk off.

    [align=center][font=century gothic][color=white]Maka flinched a little, but then she sighed with a smile and turned back down the hallway.


    Grell grinned. "Gladly," he said, eyeing Soul with that maniacal look, pulling out his chainsaw. Soul held back for a moment. As much as he showed off, he didn't have much dexterity with his weapon alone. If he truly wanted to fight someone with a weapon, he'd need his meister. Even if it cost him his bike, he needed to pick his battles.
    "I'll get my bike back!" he yelled, backing away. He hoped he didn't seem cowardly or uncool as he shifted his blade back into an arm.
    "Big talk, small boy," Grell chuckled, starting up the bike once more. After fiddling with the controls and pedals for a few seconds, he discovered he had released the brake suddenly when he shot forward, careening down the street. A whoop of triumph and exhilaration left his lips as he circled the block, while Soul growled to himself and tried to walk away silently, pulling his jacket collar around his face.


    (OOC: Look what popped up on my facebook feed:
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    OOC: XD And that's why everyone loves Skeletor.


    Skeletor looked to the side as Grell passed him. "Grell! Stop playing with that thing and use it to locate a place to stay for the night," He instructed, coming to a halt in front of a building at the end of the street. With a pulse of energy, he bent his legs and jumped impossibly high, gliding to a halt when he reached the roof and landing lightly on the shingles. "I will find you at dawn, and tell you what to do from there."


    OOC: Timeskip to next morning?

    [align=center][font=century gothic][color=white]Grell laughed. "Of course, Skelly! See you upon the morrow!" he yelled joyfully. He absolutely adored his new toy.


    (OOC: Sure. Oh, and I wanted your advice for a new villain character. Do you think I should do the man with the Skeletor-like personality and the ability to turn anyone with strong negative emotions into a supervillain, or the boy that can control reality itself under certain conditions?)

    OOC: I suppose I like the first, because I'm a sucker for good guys getting turned into bad guys and everyone getting all these conflicting emotions about it. Though if that doesn't work out somehow, we can bring in the boy. Whichever you feel most drawn too.

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    If he was honest with himself, he wasn't very threatening. Of course he had the concealing silver mask and purple suit that he had designed himself, though he also surrounded himself with butterflies and spent his days glaring at the Paris skyline through a large, artful window.
    Oh well. He cared not what people thought of him; no one ever saw him in his little hideaway. He was the man in the background, the mastermind, the cause of the collective destruction of a good portion of Paris. Only a few knew his name, and out of those few, only a handful dared speak it.
    Hawkmoth. He loved it.
    He could sense their trials, their fears, their insecurities. He could take advantage of them, molding them into beings of power, on one condition: they would steal the Miracle Stones, the Miraculous, off two childish heroes. Unfortunately, his chosen minions were often inadequate. Instead of taking the Miraculouses, they'd often be defeated by the very heroes they were attempting to rob. And he had come up with such clever names for them, too. He cursed his bad luck.
    "Disappointed, Hawkmoth?" a woman's voice suddenly purred, breaking into his thoughts as the city of Paris faded from sight, and the image on his window was replaced with the image of a blonde woman with a snake-like grin.
    "Who are you?!" shouted Hawkmoth. The woman smirked.
    "A fellow manipulator," she answered. "How about a taste of your own medicine? I'll send you to another world, give you more disquiet and chaos than you could ask for, and all you have to do if find a way to get me out of the mirrors. Sound good?"
    Hawkmoth clenched his teeth together. "But the Miraculous exist here!" he shouted. "I need them! I care not for another world!"
    Medusa's grin fell. "Too bad," she muttered, her image fading. As soon as she was gone, the window seemed to become a sort of portal, pulling in the supervillain. With a cry of anger, Hawkmoth and his swarm of butterflies were sucked into the gate.


    Grell had found an abandoned apartment to camp out in during the night, but he had gotten right back on "his" bike as soon as possible.
    "Hm," he thought out loud, peering at the small dashboard of the bike. "I wonder what the 'E' on that little gauge means, and why that needle's getting rather close to it."
    He didn't have time to think for much longer, before a swarm of butterflies and a shouting man suddenly burst through a reflective shop window, intercepting Grell and knocking him from the bike. The motorcycle skittered a little ways before crashing into a food stand.


    Crona held back from Orko's door, knowing he should wake the others up for breakfast, but nervous about knocking.


    (OOC: I can't find one good picture of Hawkmoth, so here's just a bunch.

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    [font=century gothic][color=white]Oh yeah. And he's from a show called Miraculous Ladybug. Or Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir.)