Anything. (Crossover RP) Now open!

[MetaknightFan1]

Thought you ought to know, Red-Eyes doesn't have any legs. The Lady doesn't either. They're paintings and they just have from the waist up. If you want pictures of them, they're on Mary's form.))

Red-Eyes was still frantically trying to hit something, so the Lady in Red decided to leave. Since the door to Zeed's room was still open, she dragged herself in there. Mary was still sobbing. "I need those tools! I need... Those... Tools!" She screamed, running at Zazz aiming a scalpel at him. Zazz growled, grabbing Mary's wrists and holding her in place. The Lady dragged herself up to Zazz, then grabbed his ankles and pulled hard, toppling him over. He let go of Mary, who was then able to attack him.

Zeena was busy dodging Red-Eye's attack, wondering what she should do. "This sucks! My hair is getting all tangled!" She complained.

[Zaphod Riker]

Seneca returns to the base, smiling and looking around. "Ih Ih ih." He says, sitting and watching the chaos.

[Wolfshire]

((*peeks in* Hullo, is Ghirahim taken?))

[Zaphod Riker]

((I don't believe so, no :3))

[Wolfshire]

((Yay, what's a good point to jump in at, and a basic scenario of what's going on, if you don't mind explaining? XD))

Name: Ghirahim

Gender: Male

Race: Demon

Game: Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword

Appearance: http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110608165337/zelda/images/d/d7/Ghirahim_Artwork.png

Personality: Ghirahim is an extravagant and flamboyant demon, whose first impression is usually that of a man who is overly theatrical with a behavior one may label as 'proper', and smug, viewing himself higher than others around him. However, when he is angered, he can show to be highly aggressive and sadistic, taking pleasure out of toying with his enemies and causing them pain.

History: Ghirahim is the, for the most part self-proclaimed Demon Lord, and is a servant to Demise. Throughout the game, he tries to revive his master, by trying to hunt down Zelda so he can sacrifice her. He is a reoccuring boss, whom becomes increasingly unstable and aggressive as time goes on.

Powers: Ghirahim's powers mostly consist of being able to teleport, conjure daggers, and conjuring a sword. However, he also has lightning reflexes, and is strong- being able to catch a sword between his pointer and middle finger easily, as well as manage to pull said sword away if given the chance.

[Zaphod Riker]

((I have Ysavandia open. Basically the Zeti are fighting Mary and her paintings. Seneca took Ysavandia while they were fighting and sort of experimented on her, and ditched her in the alleyway.))

[Wolfshire]

((Alright. XD Sorry for asking so many questions- should I wait to be accepted, or am I good to jump in?))

[Zaphod Riker]

((Hmm... I personally think your form is good, and I'm sure Meta will accept you, so my vote is jump in~))

Ysavandia groans, lying on the ground. The carcass of a large, dead bird was nearby. She gets up, looking at her hands. Seneca had attached three talons to her fingers, and had attached the birds wings sloppily to her back. She had one eye regular, and one eye black and red. Groaning again, she gets to her feet. "Ow..."

[Wolfshire]

The demon lord grimaced as he found himself in a dank alleyway. How... 'pleasant'. The reasoning of how he even got here was beyond him, but since he appeared to be nowhere familiar, he decided that the plan would be to figure out where he was. Ghirahim walked along, only to find himself with quite the sight. A large bird, which was very well dead, and reminded him much of the Skychild and Spirit Maidens' birds. Not a short distance away, he found a being. She appeared human, however, the talons and wings implied otherwise. Nonetheless - the smell was appalling, and he couldn't help but have a light grimace to his expression as he spoke. "Should I even ask what I see before me at this very moment?" He began, before he shook his head- bringing a hand to his face. "Oh, nevermind. May I ask of where I am?" He didn't even consider that something may be wrong, although if he were to find something of issue with this being who stood before him, he found no reason to care the least. Only to find a way back to the mission that was at hand.

[Zaphod Riker]

"... Ysa not know..." Ysavandia says, frowning more when she heard how she spoke. Oh golly... This is terrible... She thought, before looking around and twitching her wing slightly. "Been try to find way out... No good." She says, her voice hollow. Pointing a taloned finger at Ghirahim, she speaks. "Who."