Lost in Dimension's

[Aleks]

[[OOC- Let it begin , remeber to join the OCC before posting here.]]

It was a cold morning, Inato Kakashi, carefully opened his eyes. His blue eyes crumbled a little before he came concueis. His eyes again caught the radio clock laying on the table. It displeyed four simple number's. 42.24. His brain used 30 seconds to figure out that something was wrong. A clock could'nt display 42. He got out of bed and noticed blood on his left arm. He was inside a hotell room. He ran into the bath and washed of the red liquid blood. He looked into the mirror, he could'nt remeber who the person on the mirro was. He was fourteen. He crumbled. He looked onto the wall comerical's. He was in a hotel bar. He tryed to remeber who he was, but the only thing that came to mind was the red color on his left arm. He was panicing;
"What's going on?"
He dressed on a jacket picked up a digital clock from the table and 350 dollar which was inside the pocket of his jacket. He carefully unopened the door.

--------------5 years later----------------------------

"So im supposed to take a picture of Jack Bùrnè?"
"Yes, Inato, yes you are" ,a man in a black coat answered. They were sitting in a office. The major office of the times. The man behind it was sitting in front of him drinking tea.
"I am a freelance, I do what I want" Inato answered.
"Yeah, you do, but if you get a picture of him you'l get real work here with the triple earnings".
"Ok...but Bùrnè is a bankrobber sitting in jail, he's completely isolated"
"That's why I cant send anyone else" The Time's manager answered.
"Ok, Il try my best".
Inato went down a dousin of stairs before he got to the door leading outside. This was going to be tough be it was almost worth it.
A taxi stopped outside. Inato took it.

------------------ The same evenening---------------

Inato slipped trough the walls, he was inside the jail-port. Now he only needed to get in. A guard was standing with his back against the wall. He was supposed to get past. He carefully, drawed out a stone from his pocket. A black stone. Sharp, too. He threw, the next second the guard turned around. Inato ran at him and slipped a small thing into his pocket. He froze instantly. It was Hi-Tech thing he had stolen while interwieving some kinda scientist. He ran trough the front door. Inside a police-officer was lying asleep. Inato sneaked past him. He could see the cell. He carefully unwrapped his camera. He pushed the picture taking button. A white light crashed at him, the dimension metall. A white light caught him before he fainted.

"Tck,Tck, tck, come now Sylvanus you're supposed to be the student of the great Atnus Osaki. I expected more from you, but in the end what's the difference you're just going to die like your master did" said Dragor.
"I will kill you even if it mean's that I have to go down with you."sylvanus exclaimed while rushing at Dragor with his katana drawn.
leaping into the air Sylvanus thrust his katana down. the attack had only cut dragor's left cheek. In responce to this attack Dragor drew his two dagger's and dug them strait into Sylvanus's abdoman. A small grin came across Dragor's face as Slyvanus fainted.
Sylvanus awoke back at his home, wondering how he got there. In the distance he could here the screaming of men on the battle field getting slaughtered. then every thing came back, rushing into his head like a bad dream that will not go away. As he stood up he felt a sudden pain in his abdomen. Lifting his shirt up, looking at the dagger wound's.
"So it was real."
The door to the room opened and Luitenant Briggs came in.
"So Sylvanus I leave you alone for one day and you go and hunt down Dragor, and then you lose to him as well. Maybe next time we should recruit some obedient merc's."
"I know you didn't come here to lecture me, so what is it that you really want."
"One of our spy's over at the enemy's reaserch lab told us that there was an experiment going on that was very strange. We need you to go in their and steal this experiment and all of the research."
"Why can't your spy steal it."
"We need him there so he can provide us with more information."
"I see too afraid to risk your own man so you call on the merc's to do your dirty work."
-----------------later that night-------------

"This is going to be easy the gaurd's here are almost all asleep who ever trained them didn't do a good job." As Sylvanus reached the experiment room he heard a firmiliar voice on the other side. "Dragor" Sylvanus muffled under his breath.
Prepareing to bust in the room and kick everyone's butt around the room. A gaurd came up from behind him and kicked him into the room.
"Looke what I found" the gaurd exclaimed.
"Oh good now we have a guinnie pig for the experiment" one of the scientist's said.
Sylvanus noticed a window on the right side of the room which was convinently placed Right in front of the experiment. The only strange thing about it all was that the experiment was some kind of metal. Sylvanus only had one shot. He tripped the gaurd with his foot, jumped up, and sprinted toward's the experiment. The gaurd now furious grapped his plasma gun and started firing at Sylvanus. The gaurd had managed to hit sylvanus on his right shoulder just as he grabbed the metal. Sylvanus jumped through the window the metal in his hand's began to emitted a bright white light. Then his whole body was comsumed by this light and he blacked out.

[2ndPower]

Rushing along the castle halls, Rachel finally reached the balcony she was looking for. Walking to the edge of the balcony, Rachel glanced out across the battle that was going on. It was still a little to early to tell which side would emerge victorious, but it was still somewhat depressing that the opposing army had made it this close to her father's castle. Rachel knew what would likely happen if the opposing side managed to break through and take the castle, she was no fool. Prince Jarek had made it greatly apparant that he had eyes for her long past, but Jarek was an immoral, evil man, and her father had thankfully turned him away when he started attempting to court her. Since then, relations between their two kingdoms became soured. Jarek's father became enraged by the king's defiance of his son, and, jealous of his vast and bountiful kingdom, decided to make war. Rachel was no fool, she knew what would happen of Jarek and his army won out. Her father was a great man, always looking out for the good of the people. The king of the opposing kingdom was a terrible man himself, and her father would not allow him to rule. She knew that if they lost this battle, she would most likely be offered as a bride to Jarek, in order that there be an alliance between the two kingdoms, instead of the enemy king controlling both. Rachel simply could not stand the thought of being married to a man like that. Jarek was rude, controlling, and ugly. Rachel could not live with a man like that. She reserved herself for the greatest of the men, a husband like Jarek simply wouldn't do.

Hearing footsteps behind her, Rachel turned, and saw her father standing before her.
"This battle may turn worse. Our enemies are bloodthirsty, and I fear for your safety," her father said. "Your brother and I will join the battle shortly, but I want you to seek refuge with the sage, Hecah. Your mother is already there."
"I don't want to go to Hecah," Rachel said, with a bit of whine in her voice, "She always makes me eat those nasty foods, and her home smells funny, and is always filled with those strange gases."
"You need to go there! She can keep you safe!" her father said sternly, then his face soften, "I understand you don't want to go, but that is currently the safest place in the land. Only our royal family and a few select others know where she lives, so you'll be safe. I'll send for you when all has settled here. Now go, your horse and sword are waiting for you in the secret escape from this castle."

An hour later, Rachel was a little grumpy. Hecah's den was a great deal away, and she was riding as fast as she could.... in a dress. It wasn't the most comfortable things to do, she had to keep her steed running at a fast pace, as well as keep her dress down and maintain her dignity. Not that there were many people around, only a few farmers, but it would be unbecoming of her if she were caught in a compromising position. She was the princess, and had to maintain some dignity. The feeling of the sword thumping against her side comforted her, though. She had grown quite used to the thing, and while she was not the best swordsman in the land, she could hold her own. Her father had made sure of that. Of course, the dress would hamper her movements, so she hoped desperately she would not have to use it.

Another hour later, Hecah's home was finally in view. The path to get up here was extremely treacherous, and it had taken her steed a little while. She had considered getting of and leading her steed around by the reigns, like the guards that normally came with them did for her, but she decided not to lower herself so. She had to maintain her dignity. She could already smell the fumes the sage used to aid her in her visions, if she could smell it from here, the sage must be having an enormous one. All of a sudden, her horse reared up. Trying to calm the horse down, Rachel looked around to see what was causing the horse to act so. The horse finally calmed down, only to rear up again violently enough to throw Rachel off. Standing up, a little angry and dusting off her dress, Rachel grabbed the horses reigns, and made a futile attempt to calm the horse once more. A bright light flashed to Rachel's left, drawing her attention, then she got hit with a fast moving piece of glowing white metal, and blacked out.

[Osirus Lancet]

A man about six feet tall sits in a silver oval shaped chair facing away from his desk. His spikey blonde hair stands still like soldiers at attention. Two small strands hang over and fall in the direction of a pair of stunning blue eyes.

RING…RING… The man turns around and presses a small red button making a Monitor fold up from the desk. The silhouette of a thin but muscular man, the figure says “Loki we have another job for you.”


“That doesn’t seem to amaze me, what is it” Loki replied.
“Arrogant as ever, His name Xavier Kain, A big time threat- Before he can finish Loki retorts by saying “ Let me guess has something that can disrupt safety of the people” Loki then laughs for a moment.
“Well your right, I have sent you over the information you need at the moment” The figure answered


The screen then folded back down into the desk and a small white sheet had come up from a thin strip in the desk. Loki Reads it and gets up. He then pushes away from the desk and gets out of the chair. He then picks up a golden hilt from a mantle and puts it in a sheath on his left side.


---------Later that day--------
He walks out of his apartment and gets into a car and drives down to what seems to be a dockside warehouse. He had broken through the security and was a room away from the man who was his target. Two men walk down the hallway occupied by the assassin. Loki had jumped up and stuck himself to the ceiling. The two men walk past; Loki then jumps down from the ceiling and unsheathes the sword. It then begins to glow a light blue and metal spikes start to form and interlock making a whip. The two men draw their guns and are about to fire when Loki uses the whip and the two men are sliced in to.


Loki slips into the room undetected and sinks into the dark shadows of the room. He sees there are two guards and his target. He walks towards the three men. The leader of the group says, “ Who are you, who sent you”
“That doesn’t concern you but I just have to tell You this is the part where you yell at your cronies to kill me and call for more help” Loki says with a smirk.


The two men run towards Loki and try to attack him. Loki’s weapon has the same aura as before but then turns into two sticks about the size of a cane. He twirls them and sends one towards the face of one guard; he falls to the ground with blood seeping from his temple. He then fuses the two wooden sticks back into the hilt and puts it on a strap on his back


The guard pulls out a gun and points it towards Loki’s head. Loki then smirks and says “ I will have you on the floor before you even pull the trigger. First I will grab your arm and twist your arm making you be off balance. Then I will apply so much pressure that it breaks.” As he said that the whole motion happened and a Ear shattering Crack is heard and a white ivory looking object is ripped through his skin. Loki picks up the gun and shoots the man once in the head; the target is shocked and frozen in fear. Three shots are taken and fly in and out of his skull. Before his body reaches the floor a blinding white light is seen around Loki and he feels as if his body was being shaken, he then blacks out.

“Excuse me…pardon me…sorry…” and the apologies flowed openly as Hali rushed down the halls, amidst staring passersby, her arms stacked up to her nose with files A-Z. She felt somewhat like a trout on its annual upstream journey, as most of the crowd in the hall were going in the opposite direction as her. And then it happened; as she was turning down the last corridor to the filing room, she crashed into by some lunatic! All the files went flying and she crashed to her knees. She almost could’ve forgiven fate for her horrible trick, had fate not shown that last card in her hand. The one thing to make the moment worse! Adam Rogers, the most gorgeous creature, ace shooter, only 22 and already fourth in rank of the entire “blue room”, was standing directly across form her. He flashed her a generous smile…you know the kind. “I’m embarrassed for you, but slightly amused!” She looked down and began to organize her mess.
“Queade!” She immediately stood upright.
“Y-yes sir?”
“At ease. What the hell is this?”
“Well sir, I was carrying these files to the filing room and someone bumped into me and I---“
“God damnit Queade! If you’re not in the training room, blasting holed through my walls, you’re on kitchen duty screwing up the soup! And now this!”
“I-i…I’m sorry…” the captain’s face loosened and he gave a sigh.
“Clean it up …then take the day off to relax.”
“But sir, I don’t need-“
“take the day Queade…dismissed” and he walked off

Half an hour later, she tromped into the filing room. Thousands of clicks of keyboards surrounded her. However, the room was empty, save for one boy. (Unlike in primitive days, when you had to waste time sitting at a computer, now wherever you were, you need only to think it to access your hardrive.)

The boy looked up from his mainframe computer, the only manual system left, and smiled, getting up and taking the papers from her. Immediately, about thirty more computers clicked on and began typing.

“Hey Hali!” The boy said smiling a gangly grin. She managed a meek smile.
“Hey Hiro…” The boy gave a look of concern
“What’s wrong?”
“Dropped the files again…” she mumbled a dead look in her eyes.
“Oh….hey! I know what’ll make you feel better! I wrote you a poem!” he said, rushing to his computer.
“I don’t feel like a poem…” the boy looked up crestfallen.
“Oh…” her gave a shrug and grinned, “tomorrow then…” She shook her head to herself grinning, poor Hiroshi. He was only a few months younger, but…as shallow as it sounded, she felt no attraction to him. She shrugged and turned, leaving.
“Bye…”
“Hey Wait!” the boy said turning and tossing an origami crane. She grabbed for it and missed, the crane plopping gently on the ground. “Work on that” he teased faking a wince, “anyways, I made that for ya!” She picked it up and smiled a bit
“Thanks.” She turned and walked out giving a wave behind her back.

The halls were now empty, and her boots clicked quietly through them. She walked outside…it was so plain here…all the same…but…wait…was it? She saw a glistening something in the distance…but it was drawing closer and closer…she had to squint her eyes to watch it and then….nothing.

[2ndPower]

Rachel's head was throbbing waves of pain into her. "What... happened?", she murmured. She opened her eyes, and saw... nearly nothing. She was floating in what seemed to be an endless sea of white light. In every direction, there was nothing but white, except for what seemed to be a few more floating bodies in the distance. Whether they were dead, or simply unconcious, Rachel was too far away to tell.

Before doing anything, Rachel took the time to make a quick check on herself. It occured to her that she may have been captured, but if that was so, whoever captured her did not do a very good job, as they had left her sword on her. Her horse was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, she recalled what had caused her to become knocked out. Looking over her body, she noticed that a piece of unusual metal had attached itself to her right shoulder, slicing through her dress, and had curled around the shoulder, reaching down to her back. "Father is going to be angry," she thought. This dress was imported silk, expensive stuff. While her father had enough money to afford it, he looked down on waste like this, and tearing that dress would probably earn her a fairly long lecture from her father. Not to mention that the dress now revealed a bit more skin than she was comfortable showing. She knew how to sew, all women in her land did, but she currently had no materials to do so. She looked around for a suitable solution, but of course, found none. So she just tied to two ripped parts together. Not a perfect solution, as it still showed the chunk of metal on her shoulder and a few patches of skin on the shoulder and her upper chest, but it would have to do.

It occured to her that if she was captured, the other bodies she saw laying around could be some of the people in her father's service, which meant that they would be obligated to help her get out. She located the nearest body, and attempted to walk towards it. She moved nowhere. She attempted to swim towards it. She got nowhere with that. Frustrated, she focused on the body, pondering how to get there. She felt the metal on her shoulder pulse, and she simply was there. "Weird," she thought. But she had more important things to do than to simply ponder over what had happened. She looked over the body. This person was dressed in a garb she wasn't familiar with. Perhaps this one was from foreign lands? Oh well. She felt confident that she would have something to offer this person in exchange for getting her out of here. Her father was quite wealthy after all, and a king's favor was never anything to be taken lightly. She started shaking the person. "You! Wake up! Now!"

Hali's eyes fluttered softly... She could hear someone yelling, "Wake Up, Now!" That was probably Sallah wanting her to run an errand... She let her eyes open briefly, ack! Sallah must have turned on the light. In the brief hundredth of the second she had her eyes opened, she had remembered how bland her white room was, she quickly pulled her hand over her eyes.
"Sallah, turn off the light! " she said her eyes still shielded, for a moment there was no answer, and so Hali uncovered one eye to look around. ".....oh my god...." everything was different! this wasn't her room, this was a vast expanse of nothing! Well, in all honesty, since black was the absense of color and white a combination of all spectral colors this was.... what was she thinking? logic at a time like this? Her vision wavered in and out, white clouds swimming around...a few blurred shadows lie scattered about. Then, just as always, her view swiftly became sharp. A woman was crouching over the body of one of the men lying around... she appeared to have been shaking him a second ago, but now was looking at her...directly at her...

[Osirus Lancet]

Swarms of black objects begin to go around Loki's body, it feels as if his soul is being expunged from his body.A piercing pain is felt all through his body. The black objects then form into a being of enormous strength.

He begins to get closer and closer until he is almost face to face with Loki.
The being opens his mouth about to say something.

The Sultry and seductive voice of a women yells at him
"You wake up Now!"

His body is then being shaked and his eyes slit open slightly. The extreme beams of light flow into his eyes sending a reaction to his arm to cover it with his hands.

His eyes finally adjusts and see's the unfamilar clothing of this women, he also notices how volumptious she is.

"What a way to wake up" Loki said to himself smirking.

Loki then sits up and see's yet another woman. he then lowly says "This day just keeps getting better and better".

The badge of The death dealers is on the outer part of his coat. the badge is a Double D that is connected by the tops of them and two angelic wings on the side of them

Loki gazes again at the young women with the ripped dress.

Sylvanus' body felt like it was being ripped apart limb from limb. Then there was no feeling at all. Sylvanus' shoulder throbbed, as he heard a voice yelling at him to get up. Sylvanus had thought it was the luitenant lecturing him about how careless and unorthadox he is and how the mission could have been lost. All due to the fact that he never follows any orders and does things his way.

Sylvanus opened his eyes into a giant white abyss. But had quickly shut them because the light was so bright. After his eye's were able to adjust to the light, he realised he was floating. As Sylvanus scanned the abyss he saw other bodies floating as well. The person who had woken Sylvanus up was a women in very odd clothing. The glrl's clothing seemed to ripped at the shoulder. there was also two men and another women which Sylvanus was able to see in the wihte abyss.

Remembering the mission prior to being stuck in this abyss, Sylvanus looked down and eached into his pocket only to find that the metal he had stole was now not where he put it. Sylvanus did remember seeing something resembling the the metal attached to the women's shoulder who had woken him up.

[2ndPower]

The man she was shaking started to wake up. Finally! Now maybe Rachel could get some help getting out of here. His first action was to raise his arm to cover his eyes. His second was to look Rachel over, checking her out a little obviously. Rachel immediately felt a little self-concious, especially since the weightless environment they were in tended to make her dress flow all over the place, but she had to put aside concerns of modesty for now, she had to get out of here.
"Sallah, turn off the light!" a woman said from above. Rachel turned to look, feeling a little better. It appeared the others were waking up as well, which meant more help for her. If only she could get over there... how did she move last time? She recalled concentrating on that space, maybe if she did that again it'd have the same result? As she focused, she felt the metal in her shoulder pulse again, and she was there. She noticed that she had absent-mindedly kept a grip on the man's shoulders after he woke up, and he had moved with her. Or perhaps the woman had moved towards them? It was nearly impossible to tell, there were hardly any reference points. But no, it had been Rachel and the man that had moved, the other bodies seemed to be in different positions. Perhaps she could travel to the others and wake them up too?

She had managed to wake one of the other bodies up, the other one stayed asleep no matter what she did. She brought them both to where she had left the other two. Maybe they could wake the other up later. She noticed that everyone else seemed just as confused as she was. So much for her hopes of the others knowing a way out. Perhaps the metal that had attached to her shoulder could help. She focused on her home castle, and saw a rift open up before her, revealing her castle's throne room. It was occupied by one attendant, and he seemed to be frozen in time. It occurred to Rachel that home might not be the best place to be, however. Her family was still at war, and her father had sent her away. She didn't want to return to Hecah's cave though. She had been hit with... something, and did not believe that place to be safe. As she was lost in thought, the rift closed in front of her. Perhaps the others could help her find a place to stay, or at least escort her. All but the unconcious one were carrying some sort of weapon. She turned to the others.
"I am the Princess Rachel Baradrake. I would like to commission your services. I nee...." She was cut off by a loud drone. Looking in the direction it was coming she saw some sort of ship, heading straight for them. Panicked, she attempted to move, somewhere. She focused on piercing the white light, instead of any specific destination. Another rift opened up, and spread out to cover them all. Rachel blinked, and then they were out of the white area. They no longer seemed in danger. Rachel started to stand, then felt her feet get kicked out from under her. "You have entered a restricted area. You are under arrest." a male voice said. She looked around and saw, blue? Lots of blue. She looked at the man who had kicked her down. He was holding what appeared to be a weapon, and was wearing the same uniform as the other woman among their group.

The women with the torn dress had carried Sylvanus and another male to two other mysterious people. When everyone had been brought together the women Said "I am the Princess Rachel Baradrake. I would like to commission your services. I nee...." But she was interupted by what appeared to be a giant ship. Just as the ship had come in sight the women panicked and a rift had opened up swallowing everyone in the group.

Feeling out of danger Sylvanus let out a sigh, just to be replaced with hit to his skull with the butt of a plasma rifle. "You are all under arrest" the man said while cuffing everyone. they were then lead to and thrown into a holding cell. "What did we do, huh, we didn't even know what happened to begin with. We were just sucked into a rift it isn't our fault we ended up in this place." Sylvanus screamed at the gaurds who were walking away.

Sylvanus walked up againsted a wall and stared at the door. Looks like were gonna be stuck in here for a while so I might as well introduce myself. My name is Sylvanus." Click, good thing they never checked my sleeve or we would all be screwed" Sylvanus said as his handcuffs fell to the floor. Sylvanus went around the room uncuffing everyone. He then took a kick at the door, it didn't budge, he kicked again nothing, and then on about the hundreth kick the door gave way.

[Osirus Lancet]

The woman with the torn dress had said " am the Princess Rachel Baradrake. I would like to commission your services. I nee...." before she could finish a ship had landed and the woman started to panic. Loki could feel her hands trembleing. suddenly a portal opened up and had sucked them all in.


"you have entered a restricted area. You are under arrest." a male voice said. and tripped the woman, Loki had moved so she would not fall on the hard floor.


All the people had been escorted into a room handcuffed. a man who had called himself sylvanus said "What did we do, huh, we didn't even know what happened to begin with. We were just sucked into a rift it isn't our fault we ended up in this place."

Loki just sighed and shook his head. sylvanus had seemed to become a hero by saying "good thing they never checked my sleeve or we would all be screwed"

Loki said to sylvanus " no need my good friend i have this under control"

Loki had his hands behind his back and pushed himself against the wall and moved his hands under his legs and made it so his hands are infront of him. he then reached into his shirt and grabbed a pick. with a few twists the cuffs where off.

By that time sylvanus had begun to kick down the door.

Alarms began to ring and the sound of foot steps began to march down the hall.

Loki pushed his way through to the front and pulled something the size of a pen out of his pocket. he clicked it and a red light began flashing.

he tossed it and one of the men in the group picked it up not knowing what it was. suddenly it let out a green gas knocking them out.

The group of people with Loki looked at him with a look of confusion

" I do not like to kill who i do not have to "

Loki then told them to follow him.

Loki took out his golden hilt and a blue plasma flashed up and down it giving it the shape of a sword. he threw the sword into the wall. it was now stuck in the wall.

He then ran kicked the bottom of the hilt, the wall collapsed. he then grabbed the hilt and re attached it to his shoulder.

" They just dont make things like they used to" Loki said with a smirk looking at princess rachel with thoughts of seduction.

They then ran looking back at the building

(OOC: i tried the thing wit hand behind bak just to see if it possible lol it is but it hurt at first)