The Key to Time

[P.o.t.O]

A P.o.t.O RP, mind you :)

Once a few members join, I'll tell the story, eh?

And I'll give a cookie to the one who knows where the Key to Time orginates.

[Theguyoverthere]

That's easy! The Key to Time originates over there, Look! Now give me my cookie!

[qwertybub3]

I'm joining and the Key to Time is from Dr. Who.
P.S. Very funny Location P.o.t.O:rwpunch

[s.w.a.t]

Sure, why not. But only if you post in Mafia ;).

[repobanjo]

I wanna join!

[Minjo]

Since my last 2 RPs were crap, i'l just stick on someone else's tory ;)
BTW: The key of time originates nowhere because... there's no time?

[BlueBreegull]

I could possibly get some posts in here or there. Not sure about committing to any long-term RPs though.

[s.w.a.t]

Could you possibly have confused it with Key to Eternity from the Gospel of John?

[P.o.t.O]

the Key to Time is from Dr. Who.

*tosses a cookie*

Very well, now let's begin, shall we?

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In our universe, there is an object of unstoppable power. An object so powerful, that the keepers of time had it seperated into six segments, and hidden throughout the universe. When all six of the hidden pieces were combined, it formed a key that could stop the universe itself. Its story was thought to have been finished, but in actuality, the story was only beginning...

The story continues in the heart of the RWPF, known as the Rare Witch Lair...

P.o.t.O: Yes...I am completed! With the powers of a moderator, I will truly be unstoppable!

Voice: Really?

The phantom turns around suddenly and sees a mysterious figure behind him.

P.o.t.O: *Calling the Reaver to arms,* Who are you?

Voice: Call me Colonel Masters. I have been watching you for some time now, Phantom, and I need your help.

P.o.t.O: How did you get in here? This place is heavily guarded.

Masters: Oh, this was nothing. I have skills very similar to yours, Phantom. You and I have a lot in common, which is why I'd like to make you an offer.

P.o.t.O: Offer? What sort of offer?

Masters: An offer you can't refuse. You think that you're unstoppable now? If you help me, I can give you powers that exceed those of gods.

P.o.t.O: Gods...Ice Mario would be powerless to me...I could overtake Grey...

Masters: Will you help me?

P.o.t.O: Yes. What do you need?

Masters: Your mask.

P.o.t.O: What? My mask?

Masters: Yes...Give it to me!

P.o.t.O: Hold on, Colonel. Why do you my mask?

Masters: It's very important...now give it to me!

P.o.t.O: Hmm...There's a few details you didn't clue me in on, did you? I didn't know that I actually had something you wanted. Obviously, if it's important to you, it's equally important to me. In other words, I don't need you to gain this power you speak of...Forget it, Colonel. I don't think you're worthy of my help anymore.

Masters: No! Give it to me now!

Colonel Masters pulls out a strange looking weapon, which the Phantom swats away with a gust of telekenisis. The two then grapple arms, with the Phantom on the winning side. With the Colonel on the ground, the Phantom draws the Reaver and moves it closer. The Colonel claws at Phantom's face, knocking his mask away from the both of them. They both scramble for it, only to find themselves at the feet of Grey Jinjo.

Grey: What's goin' on here? There is no fighting in the Rare Witch Lair! No fighting in the RWPF, period! Phantom, you should know this. I'm ashamed of you. And you! I don't know who you are, or how you got in, but the Rare Witch Lair is for moderators and administrators only! Get out before I have to use the ban hammer on you!

Masters: I'll be back, Phantom. This isn't over yet. And I'll get your mask too!

The Colonel jumps into a filing cabinet off to the corner of the room, which suddenly disappears into nowhere with a horribly screeching noise.

Grey: Well...that was odd.

P.o.t.O: Yes, that crazed little monkey was after my mask.

Grey: Why?

P.o.t.O: Beats me. He said something about unstoppable power, but I've never known my mask to be of any importance like that.

Grey: Hmm.

Again, the horrible screeching noise fills their ears, in which they respond by drawing their weapons. Instead of a filing cabinent, however, a 50s style Police Box appears in front of them, and a wild-eyed, scarf clad man stumbles out.

Man: Thank goodness! It's still here!

Grey: Welcome to the RWPF Forums...but I'm afraid you're in a restricted area. Mister...?

Man: Doctor.

P.o.t.O: Doctor? Doctor who?

Who: If you'd like. I'm afraid I'm going to need that mask.

Grey: Look, you're not getting that mask until we get a good explanation for what's going on.

P.o.t.O: And you might not even get it then.

Who: I'm sorry, but it's really important. If you'd both step into the box, I'll explain fully.

The three step into the box, which the Doctor closes. Afterwards, it disappears. Outside of the room, Gold Jinjo is outside, eavesdropping on the whole event.

Gold: Hmm...I better tell Ice and the others...

Gold runs off, not even noticing the stealth camoflagued person in the shadows near him. the Stealth figure begins to laugh evily and sneak off the other way.

In the amazingly spacious Phone Booth, now traveling in deep space to another galaxy, the Doctor is explaining to the Phantom and Grey just what's going on.

P.o.t.O: So...this isn't a Phone Booth?

Who: No...it's a TARDIS. Time And Relative Dimensions In Space. Right now, it's taking us to another galaxy altogether. One with talking Bears, talking birds, and ugly witches.

Grey: Sounds like Banjo-Kazooie.

Who: What?

Grey: It's a video game.

Who: Ah...video games...one's personal viewscreen to other galaxies...

P.o.t.O: Ok...this is a little odd.

Who: Odd doesn't cover it. And between the three of us, there's some trouble afoot.

Grey: Trouble? Wonderful. I just get this Admin job, and the Forums are endangered.

Who: Unfortunately, your forums aren't the only thing in danger. We're talking about an intergalatic threat. There's going to be other people after that mask, along with some other items that we're going to be collecting.

P.o.t.O: We? Since when did I say I'd go collect stuff with you?

Who: Since you stepped into the TARDIS, that's when.

Grey: Okay, whatever. Look, what is this all about? Why are people after Phantom's mask?

Who: That mask is just one of six objects needed to create a key. A Key to Time. With it, one can control the universe.

Grey: Hmm. How will we know where...or when...or what...the object is?

Who: Thanks to this little trinket here.

The Doctor holds up a little piece of machine not unlike an old fashioned Gameboy.

Who: This will tell us when and where the object is, and how close we are to it. Unfortunately, we can't tell exactly what it is, until we're close enough to figure it out ourselves.

P.o.t.O: Aren't you lucky? You're looking at the world's best treasure hunter.

Who: How nice. Here, put your mask back on. Your face is dreadfully awful...

And the TARDIS moves on...

[Minjo]

Meanwhile, Minjo is at the RWPF asking everyone about P.o.t.O's location, since he forgot his spam reaver!

Minjo: You know where P.o.t.O is?

MewChan: No.

Minjo: Do you know where he is now?

MewChan: Not really.

Minjo: What about now?

MewChan: Shut up! *downgrades minjo's rep by 100 points*

Minjo: ... We'll see each other *forum jump*

Then Minjo poofs at the RWA central, with Andre

Andre: If you came here looking for phantom, there's some weird stuff going on at the RWL, but I'm afraid you're not allowed in...

Minjo: How did you know i'm looking for P.o.t.O?

Andre: Everyone else is, tons of spam reavers appeared in the forums, but they're probably fake

Minjo: Why are these here?

???: I can explain that!

Minjo: repo, why is your name with '???', eh?

repo: I just wanted to make this interesting, but since you spoiled my name, I have no other choice... P.o.t.O's real reaver is with P.o.t.O himself! The others are here to fool us, probably someone is looking for him!

They all get confused, but they don't suspect what's going on

repo: We have to find P.o.t.O, but first I have to call s.w.a.t

They enter the TARS, ignoring the fact it's a special machine...

[repobanjo]

REpo: First, I gotta use the bathroom.

Repo goes to the RWL.

Repo: Can I use your bathroom?

Intercom: No.

Repo: Please?

Intercom: That is the password. You may continue.

The doors swing ipen, and repo goes in. He is amazed by the sight, and quickly ran from the admins. He was scared of them. Then just as he passed the hunted head of e0e....

Masters: *whispering* THAT SCYTHE! It just might be...it is!The rainbow scythe!*end whisper*. Hey, kid.

Repo: Yeah?

Masters: I noticed that 60's looking scythe you got there!

Repo: Oh, yeah. My Sgt. Pepper scythe. It's the only thing in the galaxy that can penetrate P.o.t.O's mask! Pretty neat, huh?

Masters: Yeah. I have a deal. If you give me that scythe, I will give you control over this whole forum. And the universe!

Repo: My scythe? This is mine, and only I and 5 other people in all of space can use it!

Masters: Yes, I am aware of that. Just like how only 6 people can fit in P.o.t.O's mask....and you're one of them.

Repo: WHAT?!?!?!?

Masters: Yes. There are 6 special items in all of space that, when put together, can make a key. A key of time. You can control the whole universe when you have the key!

Repo: Wow! Pretty neat!

Master: Yes. The items that the people posess are only able to be used by the 6 owners of the items. For example, only you, P.o.t.O and 4 other people can wear that mask. Same with the scythe! So, if you give me that scythe and the mask, I will give you the whole universe!

Repo: No thank you.....I just came here for the bathroom, not a conversation!

Repo goes to the bathroom, and goes back to Minjo. He tells him the story of Masters.

Minjo: You? One of the 6 keepers of time? Yeah, right!

Repo: I couldn't belive it either! Well, let's get going!

he buddies get s.w.a.t and fly away!

[BlueBreegull]

Blue Breegull was idling about the lobby, waiting for an unsuspecting new member to drop in. To pass the time, he fiddled with a unique Dimensional Warpy Device, ignorant to the consequences that uncontrolled play could create. Still, those buttons were dreadfully shiny...

Blue: The shiny... I cannot resist! Someone better stop me... <_< >_>

Blue, overcome with delight, pressed the largest and most dangerous looking button. Suddenly, he found himself zooming along deep space. And, there was no air. Gasping desperately, Blue aimlessly tried flapping to control his movements, but to no avail.

He was then struck in the back by a large telephone booth, inside which stood a crazed-looking doctor and someone that reminded him of P.o.t.O. Too concerned with his immediate health to bother questioning why there was a telephone booth flying in space, Blue politely knocked on the glass and made a hitchhiking motion with his wing.

Blue: *Ehem* Can I come in? Pweese? *choke cough*

[Minjo]

Before we continue, here are the images of every player in this rp,you shut up and just stay with these images on your head. ;)

P.o.t.O
http://www.tibianews.net/bestiary.asp?id=30

qwertybub3
http://www.tibianews.net/bestiary.asp?id=69

s.w.a.t
http://www.tibianews.net/bestiary.asp?id=66

repo
http://www.tibianews.net/bestiary.asp?id=56

Minjo
http://www.tibianews.net/bestiary.asp?id=61

BlueBreegull :p
http://www.tibianews.net/bestiary.asp?id=68

The real BB
http://www.tibianews.net/bestiary.asp?id=20

REALLY, BLUEBREEGULL http://www.tibianews.net/bestiary.asp?id=57

Ignore what the name says, for example: repo will say "lol im a reaper not a vamp", just ignore the name. ;)

[BlueBreegull]

Apparently I'm a slime-covered dwarf... in purple robes =p XD
I wanna be the vampyre!

[repobanjo]

I don't like my image......at all.....but whatever.

Repo: You know, I always wanted to travel into deep space with my teleporter! LET'S GO!

Minjo, repo, and s.w.a.t teleport right inside the phone booth. What luck!

Who: Wow, these hitchikers are coming in from everywhere! How did you guys get in here anyway?

Repo: Telporter!

Who: I see.....and, might I ask, is that a rainbow scythe?

Repo: Oh, yes. I recently discovered that it is one of the 6 parts of the key of time!

P.o.t.O: Wow, what luck! We are looking for them!

Repo: Yeah. Only me, P.o.t.O, and 4 other people can weild it. Wanna try?

P.o.t.O manages to use it, although, naturally, as he hasn't trained, isn't very good. Repo tried on the mask (which fit). He looked very ugly in it, mind you.

Repo: I guess you speacialize in masks.....maskman.

Blue: What?

Repo: Nothing....nothing...his thing going?

Who: Well, it's going....ASTEROIDS!

[b]A whole fleet of the classic aracade game, Asteroids, was charging at the booth. What will happen next? Where are they going? STAY TUNED!

[BlueBreegull]

The phone booth zooms perilously into the asteroid field!
Red sirens flash!
The rocks are closing from all sides!
Our heroes are going to be smashed to bits!!!

Minjo: We should turn this thing around, huh?!

Who: Sorry, steering wasn't implimented on these booths until version 3.0 came out. We're still on v. 2.1.

The group screamed insanely as they careened toward the asteroids. Three seconds until impact...
Two...!
One...!!!

Small pebbles about the size of peas tapped lightly against the glass of the phone booth as the group slowed its screaming. After a few seconds, the booth had passed through the field of space gravel, and were out of the danger.

[Grey Jinjo]

And I'll give a cookie to the one who knows where the Key to Time orginates.

Kingdom Hearts.

...>_>'.

[BlueBreegull]

BlueBreegull sweatdropped. He was really bumping the thread, after all.

P.o.t.O.: Oh, can't you wait for one of us to respond? You lousy waste...

BlueBreegull was kicked out of the phone booth for double posting, and floated off into nothingness. A few seconds later, his head exploded.

[repobanjo]

They Grey Jinjo extended his arm out to BB, and saved him

BB: How does your arm go out that far?

Grey: The power of special effects!

BB: Well, where are we going?

P.o.t.O: Well, accordiing to this map, we are going Mickey Dopolis.

Minjo: The land of hamburgers?

Who: I'm hungry......

P.o.t.O: Well, let's go!

The pack flys they're surpisingly spacious phone booth to Mickey Dopolis. The drive-thru, of course. What will they find? THAT'S FOR ONE OF THE OTEHRS TO DECIDE!

[BlueBreegull]

OOC: C’mon guys, let this RP live! LIVE!!!
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By an astounding coincidence, one that could actually be expected in this kind of story, an identical phone booth arrived at a floating mile high drive-through in Mickey Dopolis just minutes before our heroes. In this phone booth rode a mystified doctor who was called Dr. What, a shadowy Phantom of the Orchestra wielding the revered FLAME Reaver, a Charcoal Jinjo, a grim reaper in typical black robes, a... Pinjo, and an Azure Breegull.

Their super-sonic phone booth came to a sudden halt in front of the busted ordering machine. Dr. What violently smashed the glass on one wall of the phone booth and casually leaned his arm over the new window as he placed an order. The bottom of him arm, which was brutally cut up, bled quietly without notice.

Machine: *Chhhhkt* Wwwcmmm t' Mmkkkhh Duupu'uh hhhkchth' muy'ai tchk y'r rrrrd'r? *Chhhhkt*

Dr. What: Mmm, yes, we'll have three number two's, one number four, four number one's, five and a half number four-point-five's with half a number negative nuthin' and two - Oh dear GOD, NO number seven's, and uh... hey, what do you guys say to the curly fries?

The doctor looked back to his boothmates, who all muttered in tired assent. He casually shifted back to the machine.

Dr. What: Yeah, and six number one-hundred seventy-two's.

Machine: *Chhhhkt* Dhhh'tuu buh twhuu'ii wuhhckht du'uhhhssckt p'zzzhh rrr'drrr'shckt u'du nckts wnnnduh *Chhhhkt*

Dr. What: Oh yes, forgot something. I'd also like to order... Your piece to the Key to Time! Hand it over, meatslave!

Machine: *Chhhhkt* 'Mmm srrry wwwuh wzzz dhh - *CHCKTZZAAAPP*

The Phantom of the Orchestra blasted the machine to dust with a fiery shot of his reaver, and the phone booth proceeded to the next window, laser cannons armed! Like clowns out of a Mini, the evil band filed out of the broken glass booth and through the order window, all brandishing precarious weapons of sorts at the restaurant's staff!

Azure Breegull: That's right, PRONTO! Hand over your piece of the Key to Time, you filthy burgersmiths! And get us our order, toooo!!!

He nudged his ray gun into one fry cook's eyeball, which dented softly. The fry cook protested.

Maurice: But the Key to Time can be used to wreak ultimate Chaos and Destruction! That makes me sad!

Charcoal responded by vaporizing Maurice with his plasma assault poodle. The other cooks, now realizing the seriousness of the situation, hurried to retrieve their key piece from the freezer, in which they had kept it hidden for ages. Dr. What snatched the key out of the grubby hands of the cook; the key, a stinky slab of half-frozen chowder meat, radiated with power.

Dr. What: Thank you, that'll be all. Have a nice day! Gah hah hah hah!

The mad doctor pulled a bomb from his pocket and dropped it on the floor. The counter ticked down from ten. His accomplices all rushed into the phone booth, and prepared to take off with their piece of the key, when What stuck his head back through the order window.

Dr. What: Oops, almost forgot.

He grabbed the food they ordered from the window, dropped some change, and the phone booth whooshed off into the neon-lit night sky. A second later, the bomb exploded, drenching the restaurant in lard sauce. Because it was a lard bomb.

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Blue: Hey, that floating fast food joint over there looks like a good place to stop for a bite. You know, the one that's on fire and all covered in lard?

Repo: Are you insane? Do you know that fast foods are the main contributor the growing rate of obesity in America, which leads to countless deaths every year? Well, of course I would know...

He stroked his scythe proudly.

Blue: But - the food - it calls - nuggets! Want nuggets!

P.o.t.O.: I detest fast food. So much grease and fluids, y'know.

Dr. Who: 'Don't matter, boys, I'm getting a signal from this tracker. The first key piece should be right in there.

Grey: Anyone else have the feeling that we might have arrived too late?

The phone booth screeched to a stop at the stump of an ordering machine. Dr. Who stuck his head out of the door.

Machine: *Chkhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhht*

Dr. Who: Hm, we're not ordering, but...

Blue: !!! Hu - !

Dr. Who: What can you tell us about the Key to Time?

Machine: *Chkhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhht*

Dr. Who: ...Odd. We better pull up to the window...

The doctor cautiously drove the booth toward the flying restaurant, while all of the occupants fingered their weapons, sensing trouble. Dr. Who finally looked through the order window to scan the inside.

???: Hey, there he is! He's the leader of the band that robbed us of our key piece and blew up our kitchen! And they've come back for more!

The group jumped in alarm. They had been spotted by one of the fry cooks inside, who had been speaking to a troop of police. Sirens flared, and the heroes found their booth promptly surrounded by police aircars from all sides!

Police: You there! Drop your weapons and step out of the vehicle with your hands up!

The group all bunched together inside their fragile phone booth. The police had formed a ring around them, trapping them against the side of the restaurant!

Minjo: They must have guys, we didn't do nothin'! Now what?

It looked they were trapped, and they had no chance of getting the key piece now...