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Introduction
"...Lila is a way of describing all reality, including the cosmos, as the outcome of creative play by the divine absolute..."
Table of Contents
- Links
- Plot
- The Tested
- Them
- ”Guardians”
- Where It Ends
- Oress List
- Character List
- Dead/Alive Lists
- Where Am I?
- Rules
(This Roleplay has been completed! Thank you all for the great ride!)
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Plot
Around 15,000 years ago, some almighty beings known only as 'Them' felt like doing something fun. They created a place called the Test Reality, made a bunch of people, and observed for a while. It got pretty dull, so They announced the Competition: They promised to "Promote" the last living Tested (Their name for Their creations) to Their ranks. Bang! Just like that, the killing began. Not everyone was entirely willing, but it only takes one person to kill everyone else. As creeped out as They were by how quickly it ended, They kept Their promise and Promoted the crazy killer. Everyone else? They (with the exclusion of the Promoted Tested and one other person they requested to have Promoted alongside them) spent a good several thousand years in nonexistence, not being put back into the reincarnation cycle until around 20 years ago.
Around 40 years ago, They got bored again and made a new Test Reality. This time, instead of creating people, they reincarnated them into the Test Reality and allowed them to live normal lives for a while. Some people slowly became aware that they were different from the people around them (only a fraction of the TR's population consists of Tested; everyone else is technically an illusion), other people didn't realize their status as a Tested until the announcement of the second Competition. Also different was Their decision to hire three Manipulators: reality benders specializing in guarding Realities. This, combined with the greater amount present in the second generation of Tested, caused the Competition to last much longer. Also unlike the previous Competition, people were far more empathetic and actually found it difficult to kill each other off. The only reason the Competition even ended was because of one bloodthirsty, power-hungry Manipulator. One more difference: a magically-skilled Tested created a bunch of shiny magical orbs and gave them to people to increase their chances of succeeding in the Competition. It worked pretty well.
So, what relevance does this have to you?
Around 24 hours ago, you woke up in what appeared to be some really nice, fancy hotel lounge along with several other people. Okay, maybe you just partied too hard last night. No big deal. But, wait a sec. Your bodily functions? Gone. Your reflection? Gone. Your family and friends? Your memories of how you got there? All of your magical or otherwise supernatural abilities? Your weapons (unless your weapon is a part of you or something)? Gone, gone, gone, gone. Even stranger, you had Xs etched into the backs of your hands and found a cool lookin' orb next to you that seemed to call to you. It's highly unlikely that you recognized any of the other confused people here...they might not have even been your species! You somehow got the feeling that going home wasn't an option...and, so far, it seems like you were right.
The second everyone awoke, an angel, a tentacle monster, and a bunch of angelic chinchillas popped up out of absolute nowhere and announced themselves as superior beings. They explained that all of you had been dragged out of your own universes and thrown into the Test Reality: a "Reality" created by a bunch of almighty beings known as Them. You were now officially a Tested, AKA Their personal plaything. Fortunately, They didn't have much interest in messing with you personally. Instead, there's the Competition. Whoever wins the Competition gets to become one of Them. Golly gosh, that sounded swell! Too bad that to win the Competition you have to be the only person left alive, not to mention that there's no other way to get out (or in). Also, that orb there? That's called an Oress; it's a nifty little orb that gives you these ballin' powers (the orb is just for show; it could be stolen and your powers would remain) designed to help you in the Competition.
The group was given two addresses, one listed as "about the Oress" and the other "about Us", as well as a iPad-like thing headed with the words "Dead List". After that, the strange almighty beings left, leaving all of you to decide what to do on your own. There was no time limit given, and They never said that having someone winning was a necessity. As such, it would be entirely possible for everyone to live nice, long, potentially eternal (your bodies won't age beyond this point, and you'll never die of natural causes) lives...but, obviously, things aren't going to end that way. Dude, who wouldn't want to be an almighty being? Even if you 'Oress Holders' don't dig killing, there's a bunch of other Tested (wherever they came from) who probably do...
After you all gave your names to each other and nothing more, it was decided that any further decisions would be made the next morning. Maybe falling asleep would wake you up, and all of this would be a crazy dream... Unfortunately, you woke up this morning, so it looks like you'll have to tough this out. Lame.
So, what'll it be? Are you going to adjust to your new life? Perhaps make some friends and try to keep peace? Maybe you'll even go on all kinds of silly misadventures! Or will you shoot for godhood, killing everything in your way? Whatever your choice...well, it's your choice! Form groups, go on your own, search for answers, train with your Oress, do whatever you please. This world was made for sport, but who's to say that it's not your game?
The Tested
See those Xs on your hands? They mean you're a Tested now. Believe it or not, being a Tested doesn't just mean that you're in the Competition. Things are a little bit different for you, anatomy-wise, and this will more than likely have an impact on you.
There's a lot of stuff gone. First, there's bodily functions: going to the bathroom, salivating, sweating, illnesses, hormones, and just about anything else you can think of are completely gone. If you ever feel dizzy, nauseous, have aches, or anything like that, you're probably overusing your Oress. Second, there's parts gone. Male or female, any sign that you ever had a reproduction system is gone. Lame! You're stuck in a different universe and you can't even have sex?! For God's sake, you have less features than a Barbie doll! You don't even have a belly button! At least you'll never naturally get dirty again (being a Tested won't keep you pretty if you roll around in mud), so you don't have to worry about showering, changing, or getting ready for the day in general. Nothing's preventing you from doing all of that stuff, but don't feel bad if you miss a shower. It's impossible for a Tested to naturally emit any kind of scent, anyways.
So, why is this? Well, your body is now a mere shell filled to the brim with your soul. Souls work differently here, because your soul is a liquid the color of your Oress and it serves as your life force. The only ways to kill a Tested are by asphyxiation/drowning, damaging their head in any way that would kill a human (or whatever you are), or causing them to lose an excessive amount of their soul (which is bled like blood, but can also be lost by excessive use of an Oress). Don't get cocky, though. You may not have nerves or sensitive organs, but getting stabbed in the chest (or anywhere else, for that matter) is still going to hurt like hell. Not to mention that torture would be much easier. Once a Tested dies, their body dissolves into thin air. But your story doesn't end there...more on that later!
Eating is weird (as it's now unnecessary), the results depending on the strength of your soul. Your soul will start to vibrate in order to effectively dissolve the food, but how that feels is affected by your soul's "strength". If your soul is strong (meaning that your power with your Oress is impressive right off the bat), the vibrations will feel more like you're being stabbed to death by millions of little pins and daggers. If your soul is weaker (meaning that you'll have to work hard to get your power up to the extent of the strong-souls), it'll feel rather pleasant...but you'll end up acting like you're tipsy. Supposedly these effects wear off if you eat a lot over time and adjust yourself to it.
Be careful...even innocent absences can be dangerous. Example: the lack of sweating makes it easier for you to overheat in the middle of the battle; just because you can't die from heat exhaustion doesn't mean you can't pass out from it! Sometimes the Oress can have effects on your body, as well. The previous holder of Fyel had a higher body temperature than normal, the previous holder of Icisa had a colder body temperature than normal, the previous holder of Kinet found it hard to resist movement, and the previous holder of Aelle wound up floating around so much that her legs became too weak to walk.
Them
Ah, of course, our lovely hosts! Despite how superior They seem, They don't act very godlike. They're actually pretty cool; They don't necessarily want to see people sad, They don't necessarily want to see people die as a result of Their actions, but what are They going to do? It's like how we're addicted to hearing all of those bad things in the media. Death and struggle is just more interesting than sunshine and a boring daily routine. They are immortal, after all...this is Their afterlife, so They've got to find SOMETHING to entertain Themselves with! Not that Their residence, known only as There, isn't exciting...
Don't be surprised if one of Them approaches you out of nowhere for some small talk. Although They generally refrain from interfering with the Competition, it's not uncommon to see Them ambling around or talking to one of the Tested left over from the previous Competition. Speaking of which...
"Guardians"
When the second Competition ended, there was a huge debate over There about what to do with the Tested. Eventually it was decided that, with the exclusion of the Oress Holders (no one's quite sure where they are...with the exception of the two who got Promoted, the two who were already Promoted {it's a long story}, and the two who were left alone for other reasons), all of the Tested would be left where they were. So now they're all just kind of hanging around, waiting for something to do. Then, just like that, you pop into the picture with another Competition behind you.
The first group of 'Guardians', as they shall be known from this point on, are the members of Halyn's Alliance. Halyn was a Manipulator who was fond of messing around, so she allied with a bunch of Tested who were aware of their, uh, Tested-ness before the Competition began. Honestly, they didn't do much; they were pretty neutral, choosing only to kill when threatened (or when Halyn felt like killing someone). Since all of the Manipulators left at the conclusion of the second Competition, the future of the alliance is in question. Knowing Halyn's second-in-command, however, it'll probably be even more neutral than before.
The second group consists of the members of Umbra's Alliance. Umbra Tear was a close friend of Halyn's as well as (for better or worse) the creator of the Oress. Behind the bloodthirsty Manipulator mentioned in the Plot section, Umbra's Alliance was the leading cause of death during the second Competition. Their motives are rather fuzzy, but it doesn't seem like they're entirely bad people. They're perfectly capable of remorse and sympathy...it's just that they're also perfectly capable of killing stuff.
The third group are those old Oress Holders. Poice and Flyri were Promoted (despite the fact that they didn't win the Competition), Vitara and Neren were both members of Them before somehow becoming Oress Holders, Ciess and Shan were left alone for undisclosed reasons, and Pixet didn't have a Holder (as it was artificially created by Poice) As for the rest of the original Oress Holders...none of the other Tested know where they went, so how would you? Looks like we've got a mystery, gang!
The last group...well, there is no last group. There are maybe, oh, three other people who were unaligned. They just sort of wander around and disregard the Competition, effectively hiding themselves from all of those crazy murderers.
Keep in mind that you, by no means, have to join (or even interact with) any of these groups! Everything's up to you!
Where It Ends
So you're all, "yo, GSG, when does this RP end...yo?". I feel that. While the Competition ends when everyone is dead (so the last person alive, the winner, would have to kill themselves to claim their prize), the RP doesn't.
When you die (because you will), you get sent to a pleasant little waiting room connected to a lounge, which is where you'll be staying until everyone else dies. There's not much to do but talk to dead people, interact with Them, or just sleep all day...all of which can be surprisingly entertaining.
After you die, I'll make you a pretty black-and-white avatar that basically means "I died". See rule #8.
Once the Competition ends…then, who knows? Does it really end there…?
Oress List
About the 'Powered By' thing. Let's say Jeff has Fyel, and he's about to battle someone. Jeff is very, very angry because Other Guy is a total jerkface. Fyel's power maxes out, but he still has to be careful: overusing an Oress generally makes you feel icky. When Jeff isn't battling, if he uses Fyel often, he'll probably be a bit angrier. If he doesn't use Fyel often, his personality will be largely unaffected by his Oress.
Keep in mind that you don't have to actually use your Oress. You could go find a weapon and forget it ever existed; nothing bad is going to happen to it if you ignore it. Also know that the orb itself isn't what gives you power; it's bonded with your soul, after all. Someone could steal your Oress and nothing would happen. They're still indestructible, though. And they don't bounce. ):
A note about appearance: not all of them are all flamey inside, I just really wanted to recolor those things. They all look cool on the inside (yet they all feel like hollow glass orbs), but it varies for each Oress. They're all small enough to hold with one hand: think POKEYBALLZ.
Allows you to use stage-magic themed...uh, magic. Pulling random things out of a hat, (razor sharp) card tricks, and so on. It looks all sparkly inside. Ooooh!
Powered By: Open-Mindedness
Belongs To: Fellmund Narwhalt (TheCreepyCanadian)
Allows you to control fire and heat. Inside is an eternally burning flame. It's hot to the touch, but can't burn the user.
Powered By: Anger
Belongs To: Durnam Andorae III (Zetta)
Enhances all physical abilities to the extreme, especially speed and strength. Kinet constantly vibrates, with little sparks sometimes seen inside.
Powered By: Activity/Energetic...ness...
Belongs To: Loret Chicane (GreenSweatshirtGal)
Gives you healing abilities, the ability to create shields, and increases the amount of hits you can take. The inside somehow looks soft and smooth, and it always glows softly. If you focus, you can feel it pulse a bit...
Powered By: Hope
Belongs To: DarkBlueAce (DarkBlueAce)
Allows you to create and manipulate light. Lirna always glows brightly, but fortunately not bright enough to blind anyone. Still bright enough to not be able to make out any features on the inside.
Powered By: Happiness
Belongs To: Vayd (Ikiros)
Makes you able to summon and control storms, thunder, lightning, and electricity. Somehow, there's always a storm going on the inside.
Powered By: Extreme Emotion
Belongs To: Mr. Thorren (TheCreepyCanadian)
Allows you to look into the past and present (viewing the results of the Competition doesn't seem to work, however), rewind (max of a day), fast forward (max of a day), and pause time temporarily. Crona ticks quietly, with all of the current dates and times displayed faintly inside.
Powered By: Remembering
Belongs To: Lorelei (Lodnir)
Lets you use plants in combat; gives full control of trees, flowers, vines, etc. If you look very carefully, you can see clear flowers all along the inside of the orb.
Powered By: Benevolence
Belongs To: Kim-Ko (Mantis)
Gives psychic abilities: clairvoyance, telekinesis, telepathy, etc. Inside is a swirling, shifting pattern that speeds up the harder the user thinks. If they're thinking extremely hard, an eye will open up inside of it.
Powered By: Anticipation
Belongs To: Koren Verrome (Zetta)
Allows you to control anything artificial and related to technology, really. Also, random teleportation. Yes. The inside of Pixet looks strikingly similar to a motherboard.
Powered By: Apathy
Belongs To: Lokk (Exuro)
Mikimi allows you to transform into nearly anything; whether it's changing into a rock, becoming invisible, or just morphing yourself a different outfit. The inside of Mikimi is constantly changing, usually responding to the thoughts of the user.
Powered By: Capriciousness
Belongs To: Peylet Kelzwick (GreenSweatshirtGal)
Craya allows you to make near anything (so long as it's not explicit godmodding) appear from thin air. Within Craya is a liquidy mass that slowly swirls around the inside of the orb.
Powered By: Inspiration
Belongs To: Vers Andorae XII (Zetta)
Allows one to summon and manipulate snow and ice, as well as freeze objects and lower temperatures. It's always snowing inside of Icisa, and it's cold to the touch.
Powered By: Coldness/Harshness
Belongs To: Cinda (PaperPikachu)
Sola allows you to temporarily (all of the following last a day at best) possess people, swap souls with them, force other people to swap souls, and rip out the souls of others (basically making them have an OBE and be all ghostly). However, this Oress can be dangerous to both the victim and the user; the user will experience phases of mind "erosion", eventually becoming a mindless, unmoving cadaver if the abilities are abused. Unlike the other orbs, Sola is completely clear and free of any cool effects.
Powered By: Introspection
Belongs To: Preston Kim (roler200)
Lets you create and manipulate water. Quasea is full of water, yet it doesn't feel any heavier.
Powered By: Self-Confidence
Belongs To: Garune Themiax (koolkat104)
Allows you to create and control all kinds of poisonous substances and acidic materials. It also makes you invulnerable to poisoning. The inside of Poice looks rather like a lava lamp.
Powered By: Hatred
Belongs To: Joe "Slept With the Fishes" Ravioli (Mantis)
Gives you the ability to change voices, take away voices, give voices, adjust the volume of anything, create sound waves, and so on. Neladi pulses with the sounds of the world around it. Cool stuff.
Powered By: Carefree...ness
Belongs To: "Jane Doe" (roler200)
Gives you nifty space-themed (lots of stars, the moon, black holes, galaxy things) attacks. The inside of Lesni looks like the night sky. Sometimes you can even see shooting stars!
Powered By: Anxiety
Belongs To: Charteuse (Mantis)
Allows you to change your/someone else's age, either physically, mentally, or both. Ayle is warm to the touch, full of bubbles which lazily float to the 'top' and then pop.
Powered By: Acceptance
Belongs To: Aracely Genet Bonne-Terre (GreenSweatshirtGal)
Can manipulate emotions, although it depends on the will of your intended victim. There'll always be at least a subtle reaction. Entria has a heart (the stylized kind, not the realistic one) which beats like a real one when the user is feeling something strongly.
Powered By: Love
Belongs To: Cel (GreenSweatshirtGal)
Lets you make food appear out of nowhere, and then manipulate it. Seriously. Oh, and you can make it come to life. And turn into it. Whenever the user gets hungry, the food that the user craves most appears on the inside. Jerk.
Powered By: Hunger...?
Belongs To: Rokkskar (TheCreepyCanadian)
Gives you the ability to create/manipulate rocks, sand, earth, etc. Arode is full of rocks. It sounds like a maraca if you shake it. (:
Powered By: Stubbornness
Belongs To: Yorito Morimiya (roler200)
Gives control over clouds, wind, and so on. You also get the ability to breathe in any climate, including outer space. The inside is full of clouds, with a constant wind blowing them around.
Powered By: Calmness
Belongs To: Aya (PriestessPaula)
Gives you control over all metals, jewels, etc. Priste's interior is crystalline, and it looks damn cool.
Powered By: Pride
Belongs To: King of Hearts (FrozenTranscendence)
Lets you perform major life drain, and bring the dead back to life. Neren is full of a thick, black mist, but a dim light is visible in the center. If you listen closely, you may hear a sigh every once in a while...
Powered By: Sadness
Belongs To: Aita Iire (FrozenTranscendence)
Allows you to control darkness and shadows and stuff. Shan is completely solid, allowing no glimpse into its darkness.
Powered By: Guilt/Regret
Belongs To: Spark (PaperPikachu)
Specializes in the manipulation of one's Life Energy; basically, you can control this weird liquidy pink stuff and morph it into different shapes (like cats or babies or knife storms). Also can do some healing, but the process is different (and more painful) and isn't instant like Vitara. Overuse can lead to exhaustion. Ciess is reflective, the center of it serving as a mirror.
Powered By: Desire/Passion
Belongs To: Mr. X (Lodnir)
Character List
Inactive/Deleted
Inactive/Deleted
Dead List
Who's Gotta Go
(Anyone in the bottom row of the Dead section is a non-Tested, and non-Tested don't appear in the Alive section as their deaths aren't necessary for the end of the Competition.)
Where Am I?
Who's Gotta Go
(Anyone in the bottom row of the Dead section is a non-Tested, and non-Tested don't appear in the Alive section as their deaths aren't necessary for the end of the Competition.)
Where Am I?
Castle Oress
Umbra's Mansion
Ritzy Apartment Building
That One Cafe
The Park
Doll Shop
Limbo
There
Random Body of Water
The Mall
Flower Shop
Graveyard
Court of Ten-Thousand Hearts
Amusement Park
Happy Fluffy Bunny World
Test Reality Outskirts
MAGICAL SUBCONSCIOUS ADVENTURE
UNDERWATER WORLD
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Rules
"The concept of Lila signifies freedom as distinguished from necessity."
1) First and foremost, don't be intimidated by anything ever. I only bite people when they are delicious cupcakes, and answering your questions is my favorite thing in the world. I'm not super harsh or strict; I'm in this for my love of RPing, you feel me? All of this looks like a lot, but it's kind of short when you get down to it. If you ever get lost, drop me a PM or post in the OOC. As mentioned before, I actually adore answering questions!
2) Second, listen to Ram Shanker Misra up there! This RP is about you reaching your own conclusion. This is my RP, but you're the players. Don't be afraid to put your own twist on things! After all, you just got your character dragged away from whatever they were doing before...maybe they were in the midst of an epic battle, maybe they were fighting a curse, maybe they were on the verge of death, maybe they WERE dead and just got dragged out of their afterlife...so long as you don't change the plot or make things all about you, think as freely as you wish.
3) If you saw the word 'rules' and immediately thought "RRRUUUUURRRRRRRUUUUUU", I love you.
4) Comply with normal RPG rules, as well as common sense stuff like "don't be a jerk" and "don't godmod".
5) WE BEGIN AT DAWN! And by dawn I mean Saturday, November 27th. Starting before Thanksgiving would be a little too soon for me, but starting on Thanksgiving or Black Friday would be crazy. If this changes, I'll let you know.
6) At first, only make one character. If we have less than 10 people join within 5 days, I'll allow two characters per person. I'd like to get all of the Oress spaces filled, so I may even allow 3 later on.
7) Let's try and stray from one-liners, but I don't expect billions of paragraphs. I'm a short poster myself, so don't feel pressured into writing a lot. A couple sentences would be cool, but that's certainly not the limit. Post however much you feel comfortable with! Expect my posts to be shorter and expect them to be divided into sections for whichever characters I'm using: my role in this RP is to interact with you, not be a player myself.
8) Have an avatar! It doesn't even have to be of your character, or even have to have anything to do with your character, so long as it's not a solid block of color. You can have a rubber duck as your character's avatar and I'll be happy. If you have an image you'd like to use but suck at making avatars, just ask me and I'd be happy to resize/crop it for you. Also, please don't use a black and white image...otherwise it'll look like your character is dead before the RP even starts! If you really like that black & white image, put a dot of color somewhere or make a colorful border or something...whatever it takes to make it look different than a 'dead' avatar.
9) Be sure to obey your mighty co-GMs (Zetta and FrozenTranscendence) as well! All of your cupcakes must go directly to us. Especially me.
10) Swearing, romance, and violence are all a-okay with me...just keep it around PG-13 or so. Following RPG rules and whatnot, mmyes.
Reviews
22/30
Characterization: Proficient
Plot: Advanced
Depth: Advanced
Style: Proficient
Mechanics: Proficient
Overall: Proficient
ViceVersus wrote:Hey GSG! First thing I want to say is WOW. This is a massive-scale RP that (as I have said to other folks before) in the hands of any other GM, would just roll right off my sticky little attention board, but thanks to your presentation, I managed to read all the way through your lengthy introduction, and here's why. You've created an intensely detailed experience on an entirely different, yet familiar plane. By using words like "They" and "Them" you've effectively de-personified the RP, but what makes it magical and what makes me feel like I'm involved is when you started using the second person. "You wake up in a hotel .. " etc. Why? Because that puts me, the reader, in character right away before I even think about what I'm getting myself into. That's a brilliant, brilliant move and people don't do it enough. Any roleplay or introduction that makes the reader think -- "wait! What happens? What happens to ME? I need to find out!" gets a huge thumbs up from my end, and for that reason I would actually suggest putting that "What Relevance Does This Have To You" section FIRST instead of after the "Theys" and "Thems" if you know what I mean. Continuing my analysis of your introduction, I found myself torn between thinking some of the information could have been revealed in-text, during the roleplay -- and thinking that it all needed to be out there. This is such a MASSIVE RP that almost every detail DOES need to be explained, even down to what characters can eat, what their personal hygiene would be like .. because when you're throwing us out on a branch like this, we NEED that direction. Again, the use of the first person tied it all nicely, and I'm glad to give this RP full marks on Depth, and Plot. Moving on from that, OW MY EYES. Picking new colors for the Oress was nice, but SHEESH. That bright yellow and the bright neon green hurts my face, lady-love. I couldn't even read what the abilities were! One final thing I want to say about the introduction is I LOVE that you've made dying a vital part of the plot. The added note on you providing a black/white avatar made me smile. There are so many little, tiny conventions you've added to your massive story here that allows me to follow along, and be interested. It's brilliant. Now, to what you've all been waiting for -- a commentary on the characterization and actual writing of the story! Just glancing down the list of names, I was excited. There were some names I was familiar with (hey Taebby!) and some that I've never seen around before. This is quite an extensive list of users, even setting aside that some of your players are doubling up. Roler's post in particular brought me into this strange, fresh new world. The posting started off a little rocky not so much in terms of mechanics, spelling and organization but in terms of me, myself getting acclimated to the elements of the story world that I now have to realize I'm in. As I said before, Roler's Preston really got me clicking, and everything after that sort of added to the experience. And that's what you want in a good RP! As much as you have different, unique people there still needs to be a cohesive feel to the story. Some posts were broken up differently, some italicized and some didn't but I still felt like I was reading the same tale. Still -- don't lose yourself in this massive sandbox world that you've been unleashed in. GSG has created nice fetters for you, but if you start running I'm not sure you'd be able to stop because narrative is a tricky, tricky beast. Thanks for reading, and keep writing y'all!
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Those Lovable NPCs played by GreenSweatshirtGal
GSG's many, many characters. I'll probably make these pimpin' someday!
Gerard Ulbrite played by Dreaming_Nightmare
A wanna be hero whose ability makes him appear a villian
Mr. Thorren played by TheCreepyCanadian
The manliest manly man that has ever existed. Cries a manly pool of tears when sad or overjoyed.
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Places in Lila
920 postsCastle Oress
That place where you wake up.
93 postsCastle Oress Lounge
why is the picture so spooky
46 postsCastle Oress' Third Floor
shut up and go to bed
1 postsCastle Oress Balcony
The perfect place for romantic outings. Unless you fall off.
3 postsCastle Oress Arcade
beep
9 postsCastle Oress Cafe
That's a cool chair.
32 postsCastle Oress Pool
AAAAAAH OH MY GOD A WHALE
18 postsCastle Oress' Basement
There's probably monsters down here. Or centipedes. What's the difference?
33 postsCastle Oress' Roof
Don't fall off. That would be rude.
44 postsOutside of Castle Oress
Nature and sunlight? What are those things?
329 postsUmbra's Mansion
Totally not ominous or anything.
178 postsRitzy Apartment Building
You can't not like something that can be described with the word 'ritzy'.
126 postsThat One Cafe
You know, that one!
119 postsDoll Shop
Can't dolls not be creepy?
92 postsLimbo
lol u ded
76 postsThere
What do you mean, where? There!
95 postsRandom Body of Water
Is it a lake, an ocean, or what?
27 postsHouse of Cards
Most likely a devious trap. But you go in anyways, 'cause you're bored.
289 postsThe Mall
Haha, you're poor!
134 postsFlower Shop
Manliest flower shop ever.
38 postsGraveyard
Where souls go to die. (:
18 postsCourt of Ten-Thousand Hearts
Look at all the treasures!
63 postsAmusement Park
It's so amusing!
3 postsHappy Fluffy Bunny World
LOOK AT THE BUNNIES D'AWWWWW
18 postsTest Reality Outskirts
The end of the road.
12 postsMAGICAL SUBCONSCIOUS ADVENTURE
Because this RP wasn't trippy enough.
15 postsUnderwater World
Where is this place...?
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OOC Notes
(Sorry just wanted to show my interest and keep other interested. I can delete later if you wish.)
Gerard woke up, but before even opening his eyes he knew something was off.
'Didn't I fall asleep at the desk, last night?' he asked himself. Not only that his pillow didn't feel right. It was too comfortable. He had grown up with the idea that time should not be wasted on too much comfort. So he bought himself a relatively flat and thin pillow. Granted, usually woke up with a stiff neck, but that simply encouraged him to stretch and get some excercise, which usually woke him up.
Without opening his eyes he realized he was somewhere entirely different. He held the green orb his right hand and he soon started to fill the air with chlorine gas. He knew it wouldn't affect him but it would be near fatal to anyone who decided to come in and then he would make his move.
..... 'Man this pillow is comfy!' he thought to himself, and before he could object and remind himself of the danger he fell back asleep.
Gerard woke up, but before even opening his eyes he knew something was off.
'Didn't I fall asleep at the desk, last night?' he asked himself. Not only that his pillow didn't feel right. It was too comfortable. He had grown up with the idea that time should not be wasted on too much comfort. So he bought himself a relatively flat and thin pillow. Granted, usually woke up with a stiff neck, but that simply encouraged him to stretch and get some excercise, which usually woke him up.
Without opening his eyes he realized he was somewhere entirely different. He held the green orb his right hand and he soon started to fill the air with chlorine gas. He knew it wouldn't affect him but it would be near fatal to anyone who decided to come in and then he would make his move.
..... 'Man this pillow is comfy!' he thought to himself, and before he could object and remind himself of the danger he fell back asleep.
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{{Here we go, finally starting~! I'd like to request that people be slow with posting during the beginning, just so we don't lose anyone. There's a lot of people in this RP, after all! If you have two characters, please use them both in your posts to save space; if they're in different locations (you could've left Castle Oress during the night), use a separator or somethin'. Also, don't mind the length of my intro. Just setting up the, uh, setting and stuff.}}
There's nothing quite like waking up in another Reality and realizing that the dream you just woke up from wasn't actually a dream. On the plus side, at least the bed you woke up on was damn comfy...assuming that you actually went to use your bed, that is. It's entirely plausible that you waltzed out the door in the middle of the night and did...whatever it is you do, I suppose. Maybe you went to go learn the layout of the Test Reality, maybe you went to go open up a flower shop, maybe you left for the lulz. You know, whatevs.
Aracely Genet Bonne-Terre (i can't get enough of that name man), however, did not take to the idea of wandering around in the middle of the night. As much as she detested her current situation, however little she understood it, it would be better to sleep in a fluffy bed than on the streets of an unfamiliar world. Regardless, it didn't make her feel any happier when she woke up with that damn magenta orb in her face. What the hell was that? That angel (who Aracely was disappointed to notice wasn't from her Heaven) and tentacle monster called it an 'Oress'; an orb, created by some magician who obviously had too much time on their hands, infused with magical powers that were gifted to its user. That sounded pretty neat at first, but then the duo ran through the list, explaining to everyone the very basics (name and powers) of their Oress. The great Aracely Genet Bonne-Terre, a cherished daughter of Heaven and prominent Emere, was not gifted with laser eye beams or holy powers beyond comprehension. No, no, she had gotten the incredible power to change ages. Whoop-dee-freakin'-doo: she could change her age at will anyways.
Well, not anymore. If there was only one thing about this whole mess, it'd be that: all of her powers? Gone. She couldn't even get back home! How could she consider herself an Emere if she was only as good as a human? Fortunately, winning this 'Competition' thing would elevate her to God status and returning to Heaven would be a piece of cake. Unfortunately, not only was killing frowned upon by her dear Father, but winning the Competition without any physical skill and only the ability to manipulate age was going to be a pain in the ass.
"I'll burn that bridge when I get to it." she mumbled quietly to herself, picking up the orb and dragging herself out of her new, overly-magenta'd room. After quietly closing her door (she didn't want to wake anyone, more because she didn't want to be around than because she was being polite), she stood in the middle of the hallway in a daze. Where exactly was she supposed to go from here?
"Where I started, I guess." She walked over to the elevator in the center of the third floor and pushed the down button, rubbing some of the sleep out of her eyes. With a cute little 'ding' the doors opened, and she walked inside. After making a half-caring note that there was no button for the second floor, she picked the first floor and waited impatiently for the elevator to make its descent. Aracely walked out the split second the doors opened again, her footsteps echoing in the seemingly empty room. As far as she could see, she was the first one here. Whatever.
Something on the table in the center of the room caught her eye, so she strolled over and gave her eyes a few moments to fully absorb its contents. It was just the 'Dead List' and the two papers with addresses (one titled 'About the Oress' and the other 'About Us') on them given to the group by that weird almighty duo yesterday. She picked up the one labeled 'About the Oress' and read it over, thankful that there was a little map showing where to go on it. It looked like it was a 10 minute walk at the very longest, which Aracely found totally doable.
"Hi!"
Aracely shrieked, certain she would have had a heart attack if such a thing was possible in her new body. She whirled around to face...well, she wasn't really 'facing' anyone. The woman who had been looming over her for the past God-knows-how-long must've been at least two feet taller than her, if not three. Aracely quickly jerked her head up to see the woman's smiling face, which she somehow found horrifying.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" the woman asked, backing away and clasping her hands over her mouth. "Did I scare you? How rude of me! Oh, I'm terrible at meeting people...you don't hate me, do you?"
Aracely turned her head, embarrassed from being scared by this obviously pitiful being. "N-No, you didn't scare me! I...I mean, you did, but only because it's so early! Geez! You shouldn't just pop up behind people like that!"
"Oh, I'm sorry! So sorry! Endlessly sorry!" she bowed, which immediately raised one of Aracely's eyebrows. Well, at least this chick knew where to show respect. "I'm not used to people yet! But, don't worry, I won't do it again!" the woman apologized. Aracely found it curious that such a person would be apologizing so fiercely...something about her height automatically made Aracely make judgments on her personality. She wasn't fond of tall people.
"Whatever." she mumbled, returning her attention to the paper, which had been crumpled at the edge from her panic attack.
"Oh? What are you looking at, miss?" the woman inquired, quickly bouncing over to Aracely again. "That's one of the papers 'They' gave us, right? Are you gonna go there?"
"First of all," Aracely huffed, irritated; "It's Aracely Genet Bonne-Terre, not just 'miss'. I suppose I'll accept 'Miss Bonne-Terre', but nothing lower! Understand?" with a nod from the woman, Aracely continued on. "Anyways, I probably will. I want some answers..."
Before she could continue, her 'companion' began gazing down at the 'About Us' sheet.
"Ooh, I think I want to go here! I want to know all about Them! ♥" the woman swooned, her voice so deliriously dreamy that Aracely was certain this chick was crazy. Silly lower beings.
"Either way," Aracely grimaced, placing the 'About the Oress' paper back on the table, "We should probably wait for everyone else to wake up. The only thing worse than being around a bunch of you lower beings is being around a bunch of lower strangers..."
"Okay~!" the woman chimed, completely disregarding the 'lower beings' bit.
There's nothing quite like waking up in another Reality and realizing that the dream you just woke up from wasn't actually a dream. On the plus side, at least the bed you woke up on was damn comfy...assuming that you actually went to use your bed, that is. It's entirely plausible that you waltzed out the door in the middle of the night and did...whatever it is you do, I suppose. Maybe you went to go learn the layout of the Test Reality, maybe you went to go open up a flower shop, maybe you left for the lulz. You know, whatevs.
Aracely Genet Bonne-Terre (i can't get enough of that name man), however, did not take to the idea of wandering around in the middle of the night. As much as she detested her current situation, however little she understood it, it would be better to sleep in a fluffy bed than on the streets of an unfamiliar world. Regardless, it didn't make her feel any happier when she woke up with that damn magenta orb in her face. What the hell was that? That angel (who Aracely was disappointed to notice wasn't from her Heaven) and tentacle monster called it an 'Oress'; an orb, created by some magician who obviously had too much time on their hands, infused with magical powers that were gifted to its user. That sounded pretty neat at first, but then the duo ran through the list, explaining to everyone the very basics (name and powers) of their Oress. The great Aracely Genet Bonne-Terre, a cherished daughter of Heaven and prominent Emere, was not gifted with laser eye beams or holy powers beyond comprehension. No, no, she had gotten the incredible power to change ages. Whoop-dee-freakin'-doo: she could change her age at will anyways.
Well, not anymore. If there was only one thing about this whole mess, it'd be that: all of her powers? Gone. She couldn't even get back home! How could she consider herself an Emere if she was only as good as a human? Fortunately, winning this 'Competition' thing would elevate her to God status and returning to Heaven would be a piece of cake. Unfortunately, not only was killing frowned upon by her dear Father, but winning the Competition without any physical skill and only the ability to manipulate age was going to be a pain in the ass.
"I'll burn that bridge when I get to it." she mumbled quietly to herself, picking up the orb and dragging herself out of her new, overly-magenta'd room. After quietly closing her door (she didn't want to wake anyone, more because she didn't want to be around than because she was being polite), she stood in the middle of the hallway in a daze. Where exactly was she supposed to go from here?
"Where I started, I guess." She walked over to the elevator in the center of the third floor and pushed the down button, rubbing some of the sleep out of her eyes. With a cute little 'ding' the doors opened, and she walked inside. After making a half-caring note that there was no button for the second floor, she picked the first floor and waited impatiently for the elevator to make its descent. Aracely walked out the split second the doors opened again, her footsteps echoing in the seemingly empty room. As far as she could see, she was the first one here. Whatever.
Something on the table in the center of the room caught her eye, so she strolled over and gave her eyes a few moments to fully absorb its contents. It was just the 'Dead List' and the two papers with addresses (one titled 'About the Oress' and the other 'About Us') on them given to the group by that weird almighty duo yesterday. She picked up the one labeled 'About the Oress' and read it over, thankful that there was a little map showing where to go on it. It looked like it was a 10 minute walk at the very longest, which Aracely found totally doable.
"Hi!"
Aracely shrieked, certain she would have had a heart attack if such a thing was possible in her new body. She whirled around to face...well, she wasn't really 'facing' anyone. The woman who had been looming over her for the past God-knows-how-long must've been at least two feet taller than her, if not three. Aracely quickly jerked her head up to see the woman's smiling face, which she somehow found horrifying.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" the woman asked, backing away and clasping her hands over her mouth. "Did I scare you? How rude of me! Oh, I'm terrible at meeting people...you don't hate me, do you?"
Aracely turned her head, embarrassed from being scared by this obviously pitiful being. "N-No, you didn't scare me! I...I mean, you did, but only because it's so early! Geez! You shouldn't just pop up behind people like that!"
"Oh, I'm sorry! So sorry! Endlessly sorry!" she bowed, which immediately raised one of Aracely's eyebrows. Well, at least this chick knew where to show respect. "I'm not used to people yet! But, don't worry, I won't do it again!" the woman apologized. Aracely found it curious that such a person would be apologizing so fiercely...something about her height automatically made Aracely make judgments on her personality. She wasn't fond of tall people.
"Whatever." she mumbled, returning her attention to the paper, which had been crumpled at the edge from her panic attack.
"Oh? What are you looking at, miss?" the woman inquired, quickly bouncing over to Aracely again. "That's one of the papers 'They' gave us, right? Are you gonna go there?"
"First of all," Aracely huffed, irritated; "It's Aracely Genet Bonne-Terre, not just 'miss'. I suppose I'll accept 'Miss Bonne-Terre', but nothing lower! Understand?" with a nod from the woman, Aracely continued on. "Anyways, I probably will. I want some answers..."
Before she could continue, her 'companion' began gazing down at the 'About Us' sheet.
"Ooh, I think I want to go here! I want to know all about Them! ♥" the woman swooned, her voice so deliriously dreamy that Aracely was certain this chick was crazy. Silly lower beings.
"Either way," Aracely grimaced, placing the 'About the Oress' paper back on the table, "We should probably wait for everyone else to wake up. The only thing worse than being around a bunch of you lower beings is being around a bunch of lower strangers..."
"Okay~!" the woman chimed, completely disregarding the 'lower beings' bit.
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Amy sighed as she leaned back upon the bench she sat upon as watched the people jogging and taking their early morning stroll, flinching whenever one got too close. Here she was in the middle of some random park, having stayed awake the entire night, and didn't even feel a bit tired. The young martial artist was saddened as she realized the strange creatures that appeared before her were all right; Amy didn't feel the need to sleep be she didn't had to; Amy had become a tested, a pawn in a sick game caused by the equivalents of Gods up above them.
When they first told the recent group of people they were now part of some wacky test, taken dimensions away from their original words, Amy could only scoff at the sheer absurdity of the statement. However as the evidence piled more upon her, her initial disbelief turned to despair; she would never see her friends or family again so long as she was stuck here. Upon mention of the competition Amy's mind immediately raced at the thought of going home; surely Gods had such power, right? However, realizing her competition was going to be sleeping in the same room as her Amy couldn't even fathom the thought. The instant she was certain everyone was asleep she bolted from the castle, grabbing her own Oress and stuffing it into a small bag, and ran as far as she could in the dead of night. However it only ended up with her being in the middle of nowhere in some random park
Sighing she got up and started walking the streets. "Now what?" She asked no one in particular.
When they first told the recent group of people they were now part of some wacky test, taken dimensions away from their original words, Amy could only scoff at the sheer absurdity of the statement. However as the evidence piled more upon her, her initial disbelief turned to despair; she would never see her friends or family again so long as she was stuck here. Upon mention of the competition Amy's mind immediately raced at the thought of going home; surely Gods had such power, right? However, realizing her competition was going to be sleeping in the same room as her Amy couldn't even fathom the thought. The instant she was certain everyone was asleep she bolted from the castle, grabbing her own Oress and stuffing it into a small bag, and ran as far as she could in the dead of night. However it only ended up with her being in the middle of nowhere in some random park
Sighing she got up and started walking the streets. "Now what?" She asked no one in particular.
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It was a dark night. Two human figures were in the soft glow of the lights in the park. One figure was standing, while the other was on his knees. Both figures were a few feet away from each other. The standing figure examined his knife, while the one on his knees did nothing. After a few moments, he whispered three words.
"Just end it."
The standing man then slowly walked towards him...
Stab.
And pierced his left shoulder. Instead of bleeding, the man turned into something like dust and scattered into the wind.
"..."
Preston said nothing, but stared at the space where the vampire once existed.
Mystic Eyes of Death Perception. The ability to see the eventual fated destruction of an object or entity expressed as small dots on the object or entity's body and as thin black lines that extend from those dots and crawl over the body. A dot symbolizes the totality of that body's damage, and by extension, "existence". Dots can be pierced by sharp objects. When a dot is pierced, the victim's concept is destroyed. It bypasses even reincarnation and can even be used against a collective entity. While this death may not be instant, it is absolutely permanent.
After a few moments, he pocketed his knife and took out his glasses from his other pants pocket. As he thought, the glasses were crushed.
"Sigh..."
After putting the broken glasses back in his pocket, Preston rubbed both of his temples... And suddenly blacked out.
Now Preston (after the angel and tentacle monster gave their explanations), decided to assess his capabilities. When he first woke up, he already determined that his Mystic Eyes weren’t working as they were supposed to; he could only see dots, not lines. Since he didn’t have a knife, he couldn’t test what piercing these dots would do. Also, if these beings could take him out of his universe and place him in this Test Reality, there was little to no chance that he could escape other than by winning; no point in going out too far in an unknown land and exploring, especially without a weapon. So, he decided to go to the roof, where nobody would (hopefully) see him. After a few minutes, he was done.
“Diminished physical speed, but physical strength seems to be normal.”
That was all he could confirm from his testing, and even that was uncertain; physical strength wasn’t what was needed when he had the Mystic Eyes. Death could be realized just by tracing the lines or piercing the dots; great physical strength wasn’t needed for that. His diminished physical speed could have been influenced from killing some vampires just a few minutes before he was placed here. Also, he felt that other parts of him were missing, but he could not waste more time dwelling on that; tomorrow, the killing would likely start, and he wanted to be in top mental and physical health. So Preston went back down to the third floor of Castle Oress and went to his room. After he locked his door, he went towards his bed. On the bed laid his Oress, Sola. He lightly picked it up and dropped it on the floor.
To be honest, Preston was annoyed that he got such an unpleasant Oress. Fyel, Vitara, Lirna, Thyx, or almost anything else could have been better than this. Especially Kinet. Kinet would have been extremely useful in conjunction with his eyes, provided they were working properly; as stated before, he was unsure if piercing the dots would cause death, since he was unable to see any lines. It was odd since lines were the first things that he saw, then dots before he could eventually see both simultaneously; now, he was seeing dots, but no lines. It’s like it was reversed.
Anyways, Sola was an unhelpful Oress out of all the others he could have gotten. He didn’t like any of the abilities.
Swapping souls? That was pointless to Preston; from the short explanation he was given, he reasoned that he would not be able to access the mental knowledge of the body that he swapped with. In this Competition where participants had to kill, it would do no good to be in another’s body; what would he do with it? Commit suicide in the newly acquired body? It would probably kill himself as well, along with his victim’s body; once again, he wasn’t sure, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to try and test it out. Besides, he was content with his own body.
Possess people? Now this might be useful given more info on it. If the soul of his victim couldn’t resist the possession or do anything while Preston is in his/her body, it could be useful. However, from what distance could he activate this effect? What would happen to his body while he possessed another? Would his body just go limp and fall to the ground during possession? If it did, this skill was now potentially useless. He wasn’t sure what sort of format the Competition would take; if it was a one-on-one match, this could have uses. However, if it was a free-for-all, this was pointless; while his body lays defenseless on the ground, someone could easily stab/burn/freeze/etc it. For the first two skills, there were just so many (mentioned and unmentioned) reasons to not use them; the cons outweighed the pros of these skills.
However, the last two skills were undoubtedly useful. Forcing others to swap souls and ripping the souls out of others. Those didn’t really affect Preston’s body in any immediate way. However, there were two major side-effects that he absolutely despised: phases of mind erosion and becoming a mindless, unmoving cadaver (if Sola’s abilities are abused). He valued his mind highly; it’s what got him this far. His intelligence allowed him to be one of the top members of an organization back in his world, and obtain major responsibilities despite his age (18). There is the saying that “knowledge is power”, and that is especially true for Preston. Using something that would damage his mind… Unthinkable. However, even though he dislikes this Oress, he would use it if push comes to shove; although preserving his mind is important to him, living is as well. He did not want to die.
After realizing that he spent too much time thinking of the Oress, he resolved to go to sleep. Thankfully, there was a restroom with all the necessities. After brushing his teeth, he threw himself upon the bed and slept.
Waking up, Preston felt slightly refreshed, but not 100% back to normal. While washing his face in his restroom, he noticed several things that he did not realize the night before.
Why did it take Preston so long to realize these things?
“…I must have been more tired than I thought…”
Then, a sudden realization came upon him. Oh dear God, did he become one of those vampires that he absolutely abhorred? There was no way to tell if he was bitten on the back of his neck or anything, since he didn’t have a reflection in the mirror. He quickly got out of the restroom and pulled back the curtains of his room, letting sunlight in. He didn’t burn. Also, he didn’t feel a thirst for blood.
“I still can’t rule out the possibility…”
Although he didn’t burn from sunlight or feel a thirst for blood, that didn’t really mean anything; powerful vampires were capable of moving around during the day, and the thirst for blood didn’t come instantly. After thinking for a few moments, he headed towards the door.
“Well, I doubt I’m a powerful vampire, and I’m sure as hell that I didn’t get bitten…”
With that, he opened the door, entered the hallway, then entered the elevator. After entering the elevator and noticing that there was no second floor (he took the stairs last time), he pressed the first floor button. After waiting a bit, the doors opened and Preston arrived at the lounge. He noticed two women at the center of the room and a table. He slowly walked towards the table. When he reached it, he looked at the ‘About the Oress’ paper; he could hardly care less about the things that placed him in this Test Reality. He just wanted clarification on what his Oress, Sola, can do. After looking over it one more time, he headed towards the exit, not even bothering to greet the two women. Besides, it’s easier to kill things if one is not too familiar with them; it’s harder to kill a cow that you’ve known for 3 years for food than an unfamiliar cow.
Of course, Preston would not be the first person to kill someone; if everyone got along with each other for eternity, then he would stay in this Test Reality, no matter how much he wanted to return to his world. However, something from his gut told him that things weren’t going to end so sugary-sweet. Someone would kill or be killed; that was an undeniable fact. One of the other 26 Oress holders WILL give in to the temptation, and signal the start of the bloodshed...
Yorito Morimiya.
“Ah… Matsuri…”
Yorito woke up from his bed in a daze. He did nothing but sleep after the angel and tentacle monster gave their explanations. His personality and memories seem to have been greatly affected from entering the Test Reality. He didn’t care about the Competition or his Oress or anything really. Only one thing was driving him right now: his love, Matsuri. He had to find her; he confirmed that she wasn’t an Oress holder since he didn’t see her when the angel and tentacle monster gave their explanations.
“Matsuri…”
He got out of his bed, out into the hallway, and into the elevator. He pressed the button for the first floor.
“Matsuri…”
After coming out of the elevator, he saw three human figures. Two women and one male, with the male heading towards the exit. After confirming that the two women were not Matsuri, he headed slowly towards a couch near the corner of the room and laid down on it. Then, he screamed.
“Matsuri!!!”
Then, he wept.
"Just end it."
The standing man then slowly walked towards him...
Stab.
And pierced his left shoulder. Instead of bleeding, the man turned into something like dust and scattered into the wind.
"..."
Preston said nothing, but stared at the space where the vampire once existed.
Mystic Eyes of Death Perception. The ability to see the eventual fated destruction of an object or entity expressed as small dots on the object or entity's body and as thin black lines that extend from those dots and crawl over the body. A dot symbolizes the totality of that body's damage, and by extension, "existence". Dots can be pierced by sharp objects. When a dot is pierced, the victim's concept is destroyed. It bypasses even reincarnation and can even be used against a collective entity. While this death may not be instant, it is absolutely permanent.
After a few moments, he pocketed his knife and took out his glasses from his other pants pocket. As he thought, the glasses were crushed.
"Sigh..."
After putting the broken glasses back in his pocket, Preston rubbed both of his temples... And suddenly blacked out.
Now Preston (after the angel and tentacle monster gave their explanations), decided to assess his capabilities. When he first woke up, he already determined that his Mystic Eyes weren’t working as they were supposed to; he could only see dots, not lines. Since he didn’t have a knife, he couldn’t test what piercing these dots would do. Also, if these beings could take him out of his universe and place him in this Test Reality, there was little to no chance that he could escape other than by winning; no point in going out too far in an unknown land and exploring, especially without a weapon. So, he decided to go to the roof, where nobody would (hopefully) see him. After a few minutes, he was done.
“Diminished physical speed, but physical strength seems to be normal.”
That was all he could confirm from his testing, and even that was uncertain; physical strength wasn’t what was needed when he had the Mystic Eyes. Death could be realized just by tracing the lines or piercing the dots; great physical strength wasn’t needed for that. His diminished physical speed could have been influenced from killing some vampires just a few minutes before he was placed here. Also, he felt that other parts of him were missing, but he could not waste more time dwelling on that; tomorrow, the killing would likely start, and he wanted to be in top mental and physical health. So Preston went back down to the third floor of Castle Oress and went to his room. After he locked his door, he went towards his bed. On the bed laid his Oress, Sola. He lightly picked it up and dropped it on the floor.
To be honest, Preston was annoyed that he got such an unpleasant Oress. Fyel, Vitara, Lirna, Thyx, or almost anything else could have been better than this. Especially Kinet. Kinet would have been extremely useful in conjunction with his eyes, provided they were working properly; as stated before, he was unsure if piercing the dots would cause death, since he was unable to see any lines. It was odd since lines were the first things that he saw, then dots before he could eventually see both simultaneously; now, he was seeing dots, but no lines. It’s like it was reversed.
Anyways, Sola was an unhelpful Oress out of all the others he could have gotten. He didn’t like any of the abilities.
Swapping souls? That was pointless to Preston; from the short explanation he was given, he reasoned that he would not be able to access the mental knowledge of the body that he swapped with. In this Competition where participants had to kill, it would do no good to be in another’s body; what would he do with it? Commit suicide in the newly acquired body? It would probably kill himself as well, along with his victim’s body; once again, he wasn’t sure, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to try and test it out. Besides, he was content with his own body.
Possess people? Now this might be useful given more info on it. If the soul of his victim couldn’t resist the possession or do anything while Preston is in his/her body, it could be useful. However, from what distance could he activate this effect? What would happen to his body while he possessed another? Would his body just go limp and fall to the ground during possession? If it did, this skill was now potentially useless. He wasn’t sure what sort of format the Competition would take; if it was a one-on-one match, this could have uses. However, if it was a free-for-all, this was pointless; while his body lays defenseless on the ground, someone could easily stab/burn/freeze/etc it. For the first two skills, there were just so many (mentioned and unmentioned) reasons to not use them; the cons outweighed the pros of these skills.
However, the last two skills were undoubtedly useful. Forcing others to swap souls and ripping the souls out of others. Those didn’t really affect Preston’s body in any immediate way. However, there were two major side-effects that he absolutely despised: phases of mind erosion and becoming a mindless, unmoving cadaver (if Sola’s abilities are abused). He valued his mind highly; it’s what got him this far. His intelligence allowed him to be one of the top members of an organization back in his world, and obtain major responsibilities despite his age (18). There is the saying that “knowledge is power”, and that is especially true for Preston. Using something that would damage his mind… Unthinkable. However, even though he dislikes this Oress, he would use it if push comes to shove; although preserving his mind is important to him, living is as well. He did not want to die.
After realizing that he spent too much time thinking of the Oress, he resolved to go to sleep. Thankfully, there was a restroom with all the necessities. After brushing his teeth, he threw himself upon the bed and slept.
Waking up, Preston felt slightly refreshed, but not 100% back to normal. While washing his face in his restroom, he noticed several things that he did not realize the night before.
- He had no penis.
- He had no reflection.
- There were X’s on the back of his hands.
- His vision was fine, even without wearing his glasses.
- Although he killed some vampires in a park and didn’t take a shower (he only brushed his teeth), he didn’t feel dirty at all.
- He probably wouldn’t be able to return to his world in a timely manner; Preston hoped that his assistant would be able to handle his responsibilities in his absence.
Why did it take Preston so long to realize these things?
“…I must have been more tired than I thought…”
Then, a sudden realization came upon him. Oh dear God, did he become one of those vampires that he absolutely abhorred? There was no way to tell if he was bitten on the back of his neck or anything, since he didn’t have a reflection in the mirror. He quickly got out of the restroom and pulled back the curtains of his room, letting sunlight in. He didn’t burn. Also, he didn’t feel a thirst for blood.
“I still can’t rule out the possibility…”
Although he didn’t burn from sunlight or feel a thirst for blood, that didn’t really mean anything; powerful vampires were capable of moving around during the day, and the thirst for blood didn’t come instantly. After thinking for a few moments, he headed towards the door.
“Well, I doubt I’m a powerful vampire, and I’m sure as hell that I didn’t get bitten…”
With that, he opened the door, entered the hallway, then entered the elevator. After entering the elevator and noticing that there was no second floor (he took the stairs last time), he pressed the first floor button. After waiting a bit, the doors opened and Preston arrived at the lounge. He noticed two women at the center of the room and a table. He slowly walked towards the table. When he reached it, he looked at the ‘About the Oress’ paper; he could hardly care less about the things that placed him in this Test Reality. He just wanted clarification on what his Oress, Sola, can do. After looking over it one more time, he headed towards the exit, not even bothering to greet the two women. Besides, it’s easier to kill things if one is not too familiar with them; it’s harder to kill a cow that you’ve known for 3 years for food than an unfamiliar cow.
Of course, Preston would not be the first person to kill someone; if everyone got along with each other for eternity, then he would stay in this Test Reality, no matter how much he wanted to return to his world. However, something from his gut told him that things weren’t going to end so sugary-sweet. Someone would kill or be killed; that was an undeniable fact. One of the other 26 Oress holders WILL give in to the temptation, and signal the start of the bloodshed...
Yorito Morimiya.
“Ah… Matsuri…”
Yorito woke up from his bed in a daze. He did nothing but sleep after the angel and tentacle monster gave their explanations. His personality and memories seem to have been greatly affected from entering the Test Reality. He didn’t care about the Competition or his Oress or anything really. Only one thing was driving him right now: his love, Matsuri. He had to find her; he confirmed that she wasn’t an Oress holder since he didn’t see her when the angel and tentacle monster gave their explanations.
“Matsuri…”
He got out of his bed, out into the hallway, and into the elevator. He pressed the button for the first floor.
“Matsuri…”
After coming out of the elevator, he saw three human figures. Two women and one male, with the male heading towards the exit. After confirming that the two women were not Matsuri, he headed slowly towards a couch near the corner of the room and laid down on it. Then, he screamed.
“Matsuri!!!”
Then, he wept.
OOC Notes
"No, not the magnet. No, don't put it there. Please, I'll do anything! Damnit, that's all my documents!"
Vers bolted up from the couch he had decided to sleep on, only to find that he wasn't in the comfort of his own room in the Andorae manor.
"Another dream involving magnets and hard drives, huh? You're losing it, Vers," he thought, getting up and stretching. Yesterday had been nothing but odd, starting with a prank from his co-workers, and ending with a tentacle monster and angel telling him, and others, about some sort of test, as well as the sea-green orb resting in the palm of his hands. That angel and tentacle monster explained that he could "create stuff" with this orb. For an inventor stuck in a world where he didn't have a workshop, that was a pretty sweet deal.
"Craya, eh? Well, I'll wait to see how useful you'll be," he muttered as he looked towards the living room. two people were by the table, presumably looking at the papers that "They" had left behind, and another was headed towards the exit. He walked over to them with the sheets of paper in hand, and took a closer look at them. Not a very intimidating bunch, he thought. Why not just take care of them now?
His question, however, was answered by the brief chime of the elevator.
---Durnam Andorae---
Durnam stared at the wall directly ahead of him, noting how this room was nothing more than a crude mockery of his own room at the Andorae manor. The shelves of books (on military tactics and philosophy) weren't nearly as extensive, and the weapon rack was empty. Staring at the red orb in his hand, Fyel, he began contemplating the events of the past night.
Shortly after blacking out (on the way home, to boot), he found himself in this "Castle Oress," with Fyel right beside him. Oddly enough, he wasn't wearing his military uniform, but some sort of armor made in the classical style. Assuredly, everything might have been shrugged off as mildly normal if an "angel" and a tentacle monster explained the situation. Oddly enough, the experience didn't feel strange, almost as if he'd seen something like this before. The idea of the Competition, however, sickened him. Killing others to obtain a position akin to godhood was something he considered morally repulsive. After that, the odd pair began naming others from a list, as well as these orbs - Oress' - powers. He noticed that Vers had some Oress that could create objects out of thin air, and that he could control fire. After that, they left, and he took two sheets of paper that he found laying on the nearby table.
Durnam stepped out of his room and slowly crept to the elevator and took it to the first floor, noting the absence of the second floor. Arriving at the first floor, Durnam saw his brother, as well as two others around the table.
Durnam gave his brother a quick nod, signaling that they should leave soon. After all, once the fighting started, they would be hard-pressed to secure a safe location.
Vers bolted up from the couch he had decided to sleep on, only to find that he wasn't in the comfort of his own room in the Andorae manor.
"Another dream involving magnets and hard drives, huh? You're losing it, Vers," he thought, getting up and stretching. Yesterday had been nothing but odd, starting with a prank from his co-workers, and ending with a tentacle monster and angel telling him, and others, about some sort of test, as well as the sea-green orb resting in the palm of his hands. That angel and tentacle monster explained that he could "create stuff" with this orb. For an inventor stuck in a world where he didn't have a workshop, that was a pretty sweet deal.
"Craya, eh? Well, I'll wait to see how useful you'll be," he muttered as he looked towards the living room. two people were by the table, presumably looking at the papers that "They" had left behind, and another was headed towards the exit. He walked over to them with the sheets of paper in hand, and took a closer look at them. Not a very intimidating bunch, he thought. Why not just take care of them now?
His question, however, was answered by the brief chime of the elevator.
---Durnam Andorae---
Durnam stared at the wall directly ahead of him, noting how this room was nothing more than a crude mockery of his own room at the Andorae manor. The shelves of books (on military tactics and philosophy) weren't nearly as extensive, and the weapon rack was empty. Staring at the red orb in his hand, Fyel, he began contemplating the events of the past night.
Shortly after blacking out (on the way home, to boot), he found himself in this "Castle Oress," with Fyel right beside him. Oddly enough, he wasn't wearing his military uniform, but some sort of armor made in the classical style. Assuredly, everything might have been shrugged off as mildly normal if an "angel" and a tentacle monster explained the situation. Oddly enough, the experience didn't feel strange, almost as if he'd seen something like this before. The idea of the Competition, however, sickened him. Killing others to obtain a position akin to godhood was something he considered morally repulsive. After that, the odd pair began naming others from a list, as well as these orbs - Oress' - powers. He noticed that Vers had some Oress that could create objects out of thin air, and that he could control fire. After that, they left, and he took two sheets of paper that he found laying on the nearby table.
Durnam stepped out of his room and slowly crept to the elevator and took it to the first floor, noting the absence of the second floor. Arriving at the first floor, Durnam saw his brother, as well as two others around the table.
Durnam gave his brother a quick nod, signaling that they should leave soon. After all, once the fighting started, they would be hard-pressed to secure a safe location.
OOC Notes
Enna was sure she'd had this dream before. Though generally, the dream never involved the loss of her genitalia, a strange tattoo of an X on the back of her hand and what looked like a giant floating ball of tentacles and small furry creatures with wings talking to her about some tournement or other she was now involved in. She put it down to that dodgy bottle of methlyated spirits that her and Dumpster Bob had shared before she fell asleep last...wait, how long ago had it been when she fell asleep back in her reality? Time was now another thing she could add to the list of things that had been skewed.
Snuggling in the pillow of her bed, she was using this time to enjoy lying in a bed for the first time since, well since Kenrit had decided to take his vortex of misfortune and his rather cute arse over to some other m'shandra's (lit. "loose woman who enjoys stealing other people's husband's") bed. Closing her eyes once more, blocking the view of the canopy of her bed, her brain decided to replay the exact moment Kenrit had told her he was taking his business elsewhere. It hadn't felt like it at the time, but her world had slowly began to unravel after he uttered the phrase "We need to talk." Biting her lip, she did what she did best and swallowed those feelings, curling up under the thick feather duvet, her eyes falling on the bright red Oress at her bedside. Power of Magic huh? What was it they called it again? Maiex? She smiled at it, reaching out for it as it started to swirl and sparkle inside. It was rather pretty when she thought about it.
Leaving the comfort of her pillow, she swung her legs over the side of her bed and grabbed the Oress off her side table, placing it on her lap. Well, she supposed there was something to all this wasn't there? Reaching up the sleeve of her jacket, with her left hand, she pulled out a bouquet of false flowers that hadn't been there a moment ago. Blinking, she waved her right hand over the flowers, they vanished. Blinking, she looked to her hands, then to her Oress, then to her hands for a second time to make sure they were still there. Huh, so she could do stage magic with this thing. Awesome. Picking the Oress up, she tossed it into the air and caught it one handed. She looked to the swirling red and glittery ball, giving it a quick shake like a snowglobe.
"I think I'm going to call you....Bunny."
The Oress didn't respond, so she took that for a yes. Deciding that if she stayed in the bed too long she would become a part of it, she stood up and began preparing to leave the room. The one part of this she was still worried about was the whole killing each other part, but she supposed she'd come to that eventually. And then what? Defend herself with cards, fake flowers and doves? Well, the doves could give someone a nasty peck, but once again, she decided to worry about that when it came up.
"Alright Bunny, lets go greet the world!"
Snuggling in the pillow of her bed, she was using this time to enjoy lying in a bed for the first time since, well since Kenrit had decided to take his vortex of misfortune and his rather cute arse over to some other m'shandra's (lit. "loose woman who enjoys stealing other people's husband's") bed. Closing her eyes once more, blocking the view of the canopy of her bed, her brain decided to replay the exact moment Kenrit had told her he was taking his business elsewhere. It hadn't felt like it at the time, but her world had slowly began to unravel after he uttered the phrase "We need to talk." Biting her lip, she did what she did best and swallowed those feelings, curling up under the thick feather duvet, her eyes falling on the bright red Oress at her bedside. Power of Magic huh? What was it they called it again? Maiex? She smiled at it, reaching out for it as it started to swirl and sparkle inside. It was rather pretty when she thought about it.
Leaving the comfort of her pillow, she swung her legs over the side of her bed and grabbed the Oress off her side table, placing it on her lap. Well, she supposed there was something to all this wasn't there? Reaching up the sleeve of her jacket, with her left hand, she pulled out a bouquet of false flowers that hadn't been there a moment ago. Blinking, she waved her right hand over the flowers, they vanished. Blinking, she looked to her hands, then to her Oress, then to her hands for a second time to make sure they were still there. Huh, so she could do stage magic with this thing. Awesome. Picking the Oress up, she tossed it into the air and caught it one handed. She looked to the swirling red and glittery ball, giving it a quick shake like a snowglobe.
"I think I'm going to call you....Bunny."
The Oress didn't respond, so she took that for a yes. Deciding that if she stayed in the bed too long she would become a part of it, she stood up and began preparing to leave the room. The one part of this she was still worried about was the whole killing each other part, but she supposed she'd come to that eventually. And then what? Defend herself with cards, fake flowers and doves? Well, the doves could give someone a nasty peck, but once again, she decided to worry about that when it came up.
"Alright Bunny, lets go greet the world!"
OOC Notes
Interesting was the first thing Allyson thought when she woke up. Twirling her own oress in between her fingers. Sytel was awhirl, its pattern moving incredibly quickly, and the eye had already opened up inside of it. Allyson was slightly irritated at this to be sure. At first she thought perhaps something had gone wrong and she had somehow entered the testing orb, but she had not even left her body behind yet. Apparently this was real, the question now was what to do. There were several options of course, firstly she could go around directly killing as many others as possible, a really bad idea honestly. Perhaps form a small alliance and try to stay out of the competition for a while until there were not too many people left. *Hrmm, well that would have the advantage of security. It would be easy enough to read the minds of those who are with me. On the bright side I can still use my specialty when it comes to magic At least when I get this powered. Although this seems slightly different, and I cannot use any other basic abilities for the other specialties.* She mused. "Alright then, off to find a few people to become allied to." She said, genuinely looking forward to it, at least it would be something to do. This powered her oress of course, enabling her to use her powers.
She walked to the elevator at a leisurely pace, before walking in and pressing the button, luckily she had managed to ask one of Them how to use it the night before.
Walking out into the lobby she saw two other woman, she smiled. One of them looked a bit dreamy, and the other one seemed to be quite a bit annoyed and not a little bit arrogant. *Easily manipulated I hope.* She thought fleetingly before walking up to them. "Salutations" She said simply, starting to read Aracely's mind, she still had enough anticipation from looking forward to starting her own little group that she could do that.
She walked to the elevator at a leisurely pace, before walking in and pressing the button, luckily she had managed to ask one of Them how to use it the night before.
Walking out into the lobby she saw two other woman, she smiled. One of them looked a bit dreamy, and the other one seemed to be quite a bit annoyed and not a little bit arrogant. *Easily manipulated I hope.* She thought fleetingly before walking up to them. "Salutations" She said simply, starting to read Aracely's mind, she still had enough anticipation from looking forward to starting her own little group that she could do that.
OOC Notes
"Why me...?"
Lying down on the bed she had awoken on, Amity rolled Lirna back and forth on her stomach, a sombre look on her face and still trembling from what she had hoped was just a bad dream.
It wasn't.
I mean, if waking up in a hotel isn't enough of a shock to your system, finding a bunch of strangers and a tentacle monster seconds after and your crotch feeling unusual certainly inspires conclusions, and even the explanation didn't help much at all for peace of mind. Amity hadn't been listening through most of it. She wanted to go home.
"I have to kill people, and they'll be trying to kill me?"
Every time she thought of this, her lip quivered.
It was going to be a long day.
Lying down on the bed she had awoken on, Amity rolled Lirna back and forth on her stomach, a sombre look on her face and still trembling from what she had hoped was just a bad dream.
It wasn't.
I mean, if waking up in a hotel isn't enough of a shock to your system, finding a bunch of strangers and a tentacle monster seconds after and your crotch feeling unusual certainly inspires conclusions, and even the explanation didn't help much at all for peace of mind. Amity hadn't been listening through most of it. She wanted to go home.
"I have to kill people, and they'll be trying to kill me?"
Every time she thought of this, her lip quivered.
It was going to be a long day.
OOC Notes
((Holy crap. Unfortunately, I'm not one for writing novellas for my entry post, so we'll have to do with... Well.))
She isn't so much a fan of green, she decides.
Verity paces in her room, eyes dimming as she thinks. One moment there, the next--darkness--and then here, wherever here is. She's spent the night poring over her materials, trying to make sense of the whole mess--sleep is something of a waste of time, and a weak point besides, she figures. And then also trying to get her eyes to adjust to the hellish lime green of her room. The first thing she's going to do, she decides, is find herself a nice bucket of paint around here.
Wherever here is.
Morning light starts to stream through the window, and she figures she ought to go greet the breathers. Gingerly slipping the little glass ball--Oress--Crona, yes? into the pocket of her tunic, she peeks nervously out of her room. A pair of blue searchlights sweep up and down the hall, and when she's satisfied she's the only one up here, she makes a dash for the stairs. On the way down, she briefly raps a hand against the wall where she figures the second floor entrance ought to be, shrugs, and keeps going.
A wail pierces the air, a man's voice and a woman's name, and she picks up the pace. Oh hey, there's a Yorito crying in the corner here. She waves briefly to the women at the table, holds up a finger--one second--and bends down to poke the crying fellow. Carefully.
Hello, robotlady.
She isn't so much a fan of green, she decides.
Verity paces in her room, eyes dimming as she thinks. One moment there, the next--darkness--and then here, wherever here is. She's spent the night poring over her materials, trying to make sense of the whole mess--sleep is something of a waste of time, and a weak point besides, she figures. And then also trying to get her eyes to adjust to the hellish lime green of her room. The first thing she's going to do, she decides, is find herself a nice bucket of paint around here.
Wherever here is.
Morning light starts to stream through the window, and she figures she ought to go greet the breathers. Gingerly slipping the little glass ball--Oress--Crona, yes? into the pocket of her tunic, she peeks nervously out of her room. A pair of blue searchlights sweep up and down the hall, and when she's satisfied she's the only one up here, she makes a dash for the stairs. On the way down, she briefly raps a hand against the wall where she figures the second floor entrance ought to be, shrugs, and keeps going.
A wail pierces the air, a man's voice and a woman's name, and she picks up the pace. Oh hey, there's a Yorito crying in the corner here. She waves briefly to the women at the table, holds up a finger--one second--and bends down to poke the crying fellow. Carefully.
Hello, robotlady.
OOC Notes
Rokkskar
Skar honestly couldn't care less about what had happened the night before. A 'Competition' where winning ascends you to godhood? He'd rather be slaughtering villagers and eating their corpses. Those so-called 'superior beings' looked retarded anyways. Seriously, what kind of god is an octupus? Still, he had a few questions, but wasn't about to ask those freaks for help. He had woke up in a strange bed, a strange room, a strange universe. He had X's on his hand, and a mystical orb next to his bed. The freaks called it 'Sumai'. Supposedly it would give him power over food. How helpful is that? If it wasn't for his claws, fangs and the gigantic axe - which managed to stay with him despite the fact they took all weapons away - he had taken off some blasted merc; he'd be one of the first to find themselves on the 'Dead List'. So far no one was on there, but not for long. Soon it would begin; and he would feast. They said that eating was not recommended, but Skar was going to do it anyways. He was hungry, and he needed a meal.
Now, Skar knew he was going to be alone in this competition; many of the 'good' guys would be hunting him down. But as long as he didn't attack first, maybe he'd be safe. Maybe. If any 'bad' guys came along and tried to get him to join them, they were out of luck. That's just a surefire way to get an army to come kick your ass. Skar was getting tired of this room, and decided it was time to leave. Not out the front door, of course. That's a recipe for disaster. Instead, he decided to jump out the window. Strapping his axe to his back, and the orb to his belt; he was ready to go. He grabbed the 'Dead List' thing as well. With a quick movement; Skar crashed through the window, landing in the bushes below.
Mr. Thorren
A lone tear slid down Mr. Thorren's face. His old flower shop, his pride and joy, had been taken away from him. All of his friends - gone. The gods of this realm had told him and several others that they were in a 'Competition'.. to kill each other. The last one standing would ascend to their level; become just like them. Mr. Thorren didn't need to be a god; he already was one. At least, he thought he was. Back in his own realm, the only thing that made him anything like the Norse god Thor was the gigantic hammer he fashioned himself one month when he was recovering from a car accident. But now, with the Oress Thyx in hand, he was almost exactly like his idol. After 'They' had told him everything about this place, Mr. Thorren left the so-called 'Castle' Oress. He had walked the night, looking for some place to open up a new shop. And he succeeded. In a single night, he had set up a new flower shop not quite entirely unlike his old one. He had decorated it with many Thor-like possesions he had found lying about the alleyways. He moved many flowers from the park into his store; being careful to make sure they stayed alive. The same he would need to for however long the 'Competition' takes. Mr. Thorren was not about to run out and kill people; he instead was going to run his quaint little shop. If he needed to defend himself, he would. But as long as no one damaged his flowers or hurt any friends he'll probably make, he would never kill anyone. Even then, he'd only severely wound or maim them. Of course, Mr. Thorren has been known to take things a little too far..
(Not the greatest into, but I was short on time. xD)
Skar honestly couldn't care less about what had happened the night before. A 'Competition' where winning ascends you to godhood? He'd rather be slaughtering villagers and eating their corpses. Those so-called 'superior beings' looked retarded anyways. Seriously, what kind of god is an octupus? Still, he had a few questions, but wasn't about to ask those freaks for help. He had woke up in a strange bed, a strange room, a strange universe. He had X's on his hand, and a mystical orb next to his bed. The freaks called it 'Sumai'. Supposedly it would give him power over food. How helpful is that? If it wasn't for his claws, fangs and the gigantic axe - which managed to stay with him despite the fact they took all weapons away - he had taken off some blasted merc; he'd be one of the first to find themselves on the 'Dead List'. So far no one was on there, but not for long. Soon it would begin; and he would feast. They said that eating was not recommended, but Skar was going to do it anyways. He was hungry, and he needed a meal.
Now, Skar knew he was going to be alone in this competition; many of the 'good' guys would be hunting him down. But as long as he didn't attack first, maybe he'd be safe. Maybe. If any 'bad' guys came along and tried to get him to join them, they were out of luck. That's just a surefire way to get an army to come kick your ass. Skar was getting tired of this room, and decided it was time to leave. Not out the front door, of course. That's a recipe for disaster. Instead, he decided to jump out the window. Strapping his axe to his back, and the orb to his belt; he was ready to go. He grabbed the 'Dead List' thing as well. With a quick movement; Skar crashed through the window, landing in the bushes below.
Mr. Thorren
A lone tear slid down Mr. Thorren's face. His old flower shop, his pride and joy, had been taken away from him. All of his friends - gone. The gods of this realm had told him and several others that they were in a 'Competition'.. to kill each other. The last one standing would ascend to their level; become just like them. Mr. Thorren didn't need to be a god; he already was one. At least, he thought he was. Back in his own realm, the only thing that made him anything like the Norse god Thor was the gigantic hammer he fashioned himself one month when he was recovering from a car accident. But now, with the Oress Thyx in hand, he was almost exactly like his idol. After 'They' had told him everything about this place, Mr. Thorren left the so-called 'Castle' Oress. He had walked the night, looking for some place to open up a new shop. And he succeeded. In a single night, he had set up a new flower shop not quite entirely unlike his old one. He had decorated it with many Thor-like possesions he had found lying about the alleyways. He moved many flowers from the park into his store; being careful to make sure they stayed alive. The same he would need to for however long the 'Competition' takes. Mr. Thorren was not about to run out and kill people; he instead was going to run his quaint little shop. If he needed to defend himself, he would. But as long as no one damaged his flowers or hurt any friends he'll probably make, he would never kill anyone. Even then, he'd only severely wound or maim them. Of course, Mr. Thorren has been known to take things a little too far..
(Not the greatest into, but I was short on time. xD)
OOC Notes
(Castle Oress)
The tall woman immediately directed her attention to Yorito, his cry naturally getting her attention. She couldn't stand seeing people upset, even if they were being upset in a corner.
"Are you okay?!" she asked, poking him annoyingly. How incredibly helpful.
Aracely, on the other hand, was attempting to ignore everyone around her, pretending she was trying to memorize the map or something. Her mind was elsewhere, although it definitely wouldn't have been if she knew someone was reading it.
"Ugh, this is worse than I thought. Only a few minutes and I already feel like clawing my throat out..."
~~~~~
(The Park)
"That's a good question." a delicious-sounding voice sounded next to her. Assuming Amy spared a glance, she would find an adorable rabbit with a seemingly permanent :3-face hopping along with her. This place is damn weird. :3
"Don't we all just want to know 'what now'? Yeah. It's pretty deep thinking. I know the feeling, man. It's tough being the new kid in a Reality like this, you know?" :3
what is this i don't even :3
The tall woman immediately directed her attention to Yorito, his cry naturally getting her attention. She couldn't stand seeing people upset, even if they were being upset in a corner.
"Are you okay?!" she asked, poking him annoyingly. How incredibly helpful.
Aracely, on the other hand, was attempting to ignore everyone around her, pretending she was trying to memorize the map or something. Her mind was elsewhere, although it definitely wouldn't have been if she knew someone was reading it.
"Ugh, this is worse than I thought. Only a few minutes and I already feel like clawing my throat out..."
~~~~~
(The Park)
"That's a good question." a delicious-sounding voice sounded next to her. Assuming Amy spared a glance, she would find an adorable rabbit with a seemingly permanent :3-face hopping along with her. This place is damn weird. :3
"Don't we all just want to know 'what now'? Yeah. It's pretty deep thinking. I know the feeling, man. It's tough being the new kid in a Reality like this, you know?" :3
what is this i don't even :3
OOC Notes
(Castle Oress)
Relik cataloged what he had been told and what he had gathered from his surroundings. He stared at the light gray orb he was holding, and at the marks carved into the plating on the back of his hands, pondering why they would choose a machine for such an event. He wasn't exactly put off by most of the changes in anatomy since he didn't have several of the capabilities anyway. The one thing that did seem to astonish him was that they mentioned that he was essentially filled with his own soul. The fact that he had one, let alone it was now the only thing keeping him here rattled him a bit.
">Aelle." he thought to himself.
">The ability to control air.
>Powered by 'calmness.'_"
He pondered what use this would have to him before remembering he had lost most, if not all of his equipment, including his foot mounted thrusters and his stun cannon. Having extensive knowledge of physics, he devised a way to compensate.
">Conjuring a consistent updraft would allow for flight capabilities.
>A strong enough gust would create the same amount of force as primary armament._"
He waited for the arrival of the others, deciding to forget about the burly, crimson robot that he was fighting before he woke up here.
((Not particularly used to full novel format. also, lolskittles))
Relik cataloged what he had been told and what he had gathered from his surroundings. He stared at the light gray orb he was holding, and at the marks carved into the plating on the back of his hands, pondering why they would choose a machine for such an event. He wasn't exactly put off by most of the changes in anatomy since he didn't have several of the capabilities anyway. The one thing that did seem to astonish him was that they mentioned that he was essentially filled with his own soul. The fact that he had one, let alone it was now the only thing keeping him here rattled him a bit.
">Aelle." he thought to himself.
">The ability to control air.
>Powered by 'calmness.'_"
He pondered what use this would have to him before remembering he had lost most, if not all of his equipment, including his foot mounted thrusters and his stun cannon. Having extensive knowledge of physics, he devised a way to compensate.
">Conjuring a consistent updraft would allow for flight capabilities.
>A strong enough gust would create the same amount of force as primary armament._"
He waited for the arrival of the others, deciding to forget about the burly, crimson robot that he was fighting before he woke up here.
((Not particularly used to full novel format. also, lolskittles))
OOC Notes
Marlow Loruma woke up, saw the tentacle monster, and immediately decided that this was much, much, MUCH more fun than being arrested.
Whatever this was.
"Hello everyone. I'm Marlow. Uhh, I guess I dont know how to introduce myself... But I hope I can help people out! I was a librarian where I came from, so I probably won't be that good of a fighter, but I promise I'll do my best!" He pushed his glasses up and gave a small, yet clearly goofy grin before sitting down. His intro, which was unusually lighthearted for him, seemed to be normal enough to completely remove the idea from everyone's mind that he could be a threat. Except for the manbear, but he looked like he would just kill someone for walking close to him. I'll deal with him as soon as possible, he thought to himself as everyone else introduced themselves.
After figuring out his situation and finding his (disgustingly pink) room, he got down to business. His Oress, Entria, manipulated emotion. He was pretty sure that his new toy was supposed to have been given to a disgustingly cute little girl who believed in magic, and helping others, and true wuv, and blah blah blah, but at least he could use it for survival and to help others out.
Who the hell did these "gods" think they are? I mean, he appreciated the save, but being forced to do something is not something Marlow enjoyed. Looks like he's going to have to deal with this game, and play along to get out. He'd deal with these gods soon enough. Although. Being a pawn isn't always a bad thing, just like being a traitor on the front lines isnt always bad. He could use his ability to his advantage, and maybe even help out those who could really ruin things for the gods... So breaking the game from the inside?
Why not?
He left his room, his Oress sending a slight heartbeat into his palm. Well, he was pretty exited about completely wrecking this "game", so why wouldn't he be? He started to wander around aimlessly, looking for someone who he could use to wreck everything...
Whatever this was.
"Hello everyone. I'm Marlow. Uhh, I guess I dont know how to introduce myself... But I hope I can help people out! I was a librarian where I came from, so I probably won't be that good of a fighter, but I promise I'll do my best!" He pushed his glasses up and gave a small, yet clearly goofy grin before sitting down. His intro, which was unusually lighthearted for him, seemed to be normal enough to completely remove the idea from everyone's mind that he could be a threat. Except for the manbear, but he looked like he would just kill someone for walking close to him. I'll deal with him as soon as possible, he thought to himself as everyone else introduced themselves.
After figuring out his situation and finding his (disgustingly pink) room, he got down to business. His Oress, Entria, manipulated emotion. He was pretty sure that his new toy was supposed to have been given to a disgustingly cute little girl who believed in magic, and helping others, and true wuv, and blah blah blah, but at least he could use it for survival and to help others out.
Who the hell did these "gods" think they are? I mean, he appreciated the save, but being forced to do something is not something Marlow enjoyed. Looks like he's going to have to deal with this game, and play along to get out. He'd deal with these gods soon enough. Although. Being a pawn isn't always a bad thing, just like being a traitor on the front lines isnt always bad. He could use his ability to his advantage, and maybe even help out those who could really ruin things for the gods... So breaking the game from the inside?
Why not?
He left his room, his Oress sending a slight heartbeat into his palm. Well, he was pretty exited about completely wrecking this "game", so why wouldn't he be? He started to wander around aimlessly, looking for someone who he could use to wreck everything...
OOC Notes
Tsk tsk tsk Allyson sent telepathically, somewhat irritated at being ignored. clawing your throat out will hardly help you get home. Now listen closely, I have a proposition for you. An alliance between us, and perhaps one or two others. We can protect ourselves, but generally stay out of most of the fighting for as long as possible. You may think your response rather then speaking out loud. She continued.
Allyson had finally gotten over to the table by the time she was done, and started looking at the map as well.
*Well, either way this should go well. If she says yes then I have the start of my own group. If she says no then I can always go find someone else. She will probably flounder alone.* She thought, as it was she had very little in the way of plans due to the lack of information beyond the basics. But a team was a good start.
Allyson had finally gotten over to the table by the time she was done, and started looking at the map as well.
*Well, either way this should go well. If she says yes then I have the start of my own group. If she says no then I can always go find someone else. She will probably flounder alone.* She thought, as it was she had very little in the way of plans due to the lack of information beyond the basics. But a team was a good start.
OOC Notes
(Castle Oress)
Well, that definitely directed her attention away from the paper. She looked up and glanced around, naturally looking shocked. After a moment or two of nervous lip-biting and finding nothing that was obviously conclusive, she looked back down at the map and pretended like nothing was wrong.
"Who are you?"
~~~~~
(Flower Shop)
It looked like Mr. Thorren's hard work totally paid off. As soon as he finished setting up shop, there was a light tap on the door. Silly random customer, don't you know that buildings have doors for a reason?
Well, that definitely directed her attention away from the paper. She looked up and glanced around, naturally looking shocked. After a moment or two of nervous lip-biting and finding nothing that was obviously conclusive, she looked back down at the map and pretended like nothing was wrong.
"Who are you?"
~~~~~
(Flower Shop)
It looked like Mr. Thorren's hard work totally paid off. As soon as he finished setting up shop, there was a light tap on the door. Silly random customer, don't you know that buildings have doors for a reason?
OOC Notes
Elia awoke with wide eyes, and a deep breath. And so it begins... she thought, spooking even herself a little.
This place was very familiar, as if it were just yesterday that she was casually cleaning up dirt, broken glasses, torn structure and blood from it's shelves. Flashbacks of all the memories she had stored quickly appeared in front of her. A dimly lit animation: trust she once had, the pleasure she fought for, and the freedom she'd never take for granted of again. It was torture to watch. Nothing would be the same this time - it was never the same.
Elia looked down, beginning to tap her pointer finger against her lap. She was surrounded by a thousand pairs of intimidating eyes, watching her every simple move; possibly so far as to be reading her mind. She never was too fond of the dolls that were laying around here. Everyone had one doll that would call their name in their sleep, draw the person's attention, and reveal a little something to them. Directly in front of her, on a shelve eye level from where she was silently sitting, was the pink haired doll that haunted her very mind. Elia knew much of that girl then, and little now. Things were different here, the Test Reality brought out a new hope, and a new demise.
However, it had started, and from here she'd fall asleep carefree. Knowing that she'd wake up in a few hours to something new, her head fell against her cold shoulder soundlessly.
---
(Castle Oress)
Aita struggled to maintain her breath as she awoke. High pitch screeching accompanied the scratching at her throat. Her body jumped and twisted aimlessly, ending up in usually impossible positions. Her eyes outlined the room frantically; nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing. Words screamed through her conscious, until, her mind exploded for a brief minute. Torturous visions of disappearing, her sister and her future all burned brightly in her cornea.
Realizations of a new world eventually hit her, and all of Aita's nerves relaxed. "Aha, what a silly dream again. I'll remember not to sleep next time~" Aita reassured herself, very aware that she was alone in the pitch-black room. The only thing joining her was an oddly familiar dark orb, that held a strange black glow around itself. "Herp a derp, a dragonball!" she laughed with delight, picking it up, and tracing her finger along it's cold glass. Lines of black smog disappeared with her touch, and a bright light could be seen in the middle if you squinted. The more light she seeked to find within the orb, the harder it became to clear the smog layer blocking it.
Giving up with a smile, she exited her room. Crisply and naturally, Aita walked to the elevator, and eventually out into the lobby of the Castle where others seemed to group.
"Hi everyone~! My name's Aita! Nii~" Her youth really showed through with that introduction. An easy target, or trap?
This place was very familiar, as if it were just yesterday that she was casually cleaning up dirt, broken glasses, torn structure and blood from it's shelves. Flashbacks of all the memories she had stored quickly appeared in front of her. A dimly lit animation: trust she once had, the pleasure she fought for, and the freedom she'd never take for granted of again. It was torture to watch. Nothing would be the same this time - it was never the same.
Elia looked down, beginning to tap her pointer finger against her lap. She was surrounded by a thousand pairs of intimidating eyes, watching her every simple move; possibly so far as to be reading her mind. She never was too fond of the dolls that were laying around here. Everyone had one doll that would call their name in their sleep, draw the person's attention, and reveal a little something to them. Directly in front of her, on a shelve eye level from where she was silently sitting, was the pink haired doll that haunted her very mind. Elia knew much of that girl then, and little now. Things were different here, the Test Reality brought out a new hope, and a new demise.
However, it had started, and from here she'd fall asleep carefree. Knowing that she'd wake up in a few hours to something new, her head fell against her cold shoulder soundlessly.
---
(Castle Oress)
Aita struggled to maintain her breath as she awoke. High pitch screeching accompanied the scratching at her throat. Her body jumped and twisted aimlessly, ending up in usually impossible positions. Her eyes outlined the room frantically; nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing. Words screamed through her conscious, until, her mind exploded for a brief minute. Torturous visions of disappearing, her sister and her future all burned brightly in her cornea.
Realizations of a new world eventually hit her, and all of Aita's nerves relaxed. "Aha, what a silly dream again. I'll remember not to sleep next time~" Aita reassured herself, very aware that she was alone in the pitch-black room. The only thing joining her was an oddly familiar dark orb, that held a strange black glow around itself. "Herp a derp, a dragonball!" she laughed with delight, picking it up, and tracing her finger along it's cold glass. Lines of black smog disappeared with her touch, and a bright light could be seen in the middle if you squinted. The more light she seeked to find within the orb, the harder it became to clear the smog layer blocking it.
Giving up with a smile, she exited her room. Crisply and naturally, Aita walked to the elevator, and eventually out into the lobby of the Castle where others seemed to group.
"Hi everyone~! My name's Aita! Nii~" Her youth really showed through with that introduction. An easy target, or trap?
OOC Notes
Vers looked around at the moment he saw one of the others, head over to some crying kid in the corner. Cry me a river, Vers thought. He never took such people seriously, and absolutely abhorred working with them. Durnam, on the other hand, nodded in slight understanding. The two then resumed their task, gazing over a replica map (made with the power of Craya) and identifying possible places where Vers could set up a workshop. After all, what's an inventor without one?
Others came down, but the two were far too engrossed in their analysis of the nearby region to really care. Although, one particular loudmouth - a child, to boot - attracted Vers' attention, in a rather negative fashion.
And so, a small green light began to herald the materialization of something in Vers' left hand. A grenade, to be precise. Assuredly, Vers wasn't going to throw it right now. Hell, he hadn't even decided on its contents. A mixture of napalm and white phosphorus might do the trick, but chlorine trifluoride would do the job just as well (aside from burning through the floor). Assuredly, selenium tetra-azide would prevent any excessive incendiary damage, at the cost of leaving a nice, new, vertical entrance to the basement. Vers, unable to reach a conclusion as to what mixture to use, decided to quit building the grenade with Craya, leaving only a hollow shell and a pin. Durnam sighed at his brother's reaction, connecting his face with the palm of his hand.
Taking another look at the map, Durnam circled an area on the map, which seemed to be a relatively simplistic setting of a few streets and shops. Ideal for hiding a workshop, and perfect for urban warfare.
"I'll be looking for a place to set it up around here. You can go search wherever you want. After all, you'll need it more than me."
"Take care, brother," said Vers, returning to his analysis of the map, with a wild storm of thoughts running through his head.
And so, Durnam left Castle Oress, headed on his quest to find somewhere, someplace where he could build a workshop. A workshop where Vers could make the oh-so-lovely explosive devices that any artillery-obsessed inventor would love to make. The explosive devices that would probably end a fair amount of lives in this Competition.
Others came down, but the two were far too engrossed in their analysis of the nearby region to really care. Although, one particular loudmouth - a child, to boot - attracted Vers' attention, in a rather negative fashion.
And so, a small green light began to herald the materialization of something in Vers' left hand. A grenade, to be precise. Assuredly, Vers wasn't going to throw it right now. Hell, he hadn't even decided on its contents. A mixture of napalm and white phosphorus might do the trick, but chlorine trifluoride would do the job just as well (aside from burning through the floor). Assuredly, selenium tetra-azide would prevent any excessive incendiary damage, at the cost of leaving a nice, new, vertical entrance to the basement. Vers, unable to reach a conclusion as to what mixture to use, decided to quit building the grenade with Craya, leaving only a hollow shell and a pin. Durnam sighed at his brother's reaction, connecting his face with the palm of his hand.
Taking another look at the map, Durnam circled an area on the map, which seemed to be a relatively simplistic setting of a few streets and shops. Ideal for hiding a workshop, and perfect for urban warfare.
"I'll be looking for a place to set it up around here. You can go search wherever you want. After all, you'll need it more than me."
"Take care, brother," said Vers, returning to his analysis of the map, with a wild storm of thoughts running through his head.
And so, Durnam left Castle Oress, headed on his quest to find somewhere, someplace where he could build a workshop. A workshop where Vers could make the oh-so-lovely explosive devices that any artillery-obsessed inventor would love to make. The explosive devices that would probably end a fair amount of lives in this Competition.
OOC Notes
Marlow stopped in the middle of the hallway.
"Nii~!"
Oh hell, it's a loli. And she seems innocent and weak. First impressions are usually wrong when it came to him, but she looked a little out of place with all the mages and generals wandering around trying to prepare for war. It couldn't hurt to at least think over
I could help...
But she's already attracting attention. She could draw unecessary attention to what I want to do...
Just dont be a prick like usual. Help her. Good things happened last time you helped something, right?
Helping someone got me arrested last time, and I gained someone who would help me get arrested next time I see her. Right.
It was cool watching teenagers explode a cosmic horror, though.
Incredibly cool.
Marlow stopped himself from getting too off track and sighed. What was he, his ex? He was psycho, but not enough to warrant talking to himself. She was horribly out of place in a killing game though, so he might as well help her out a little... Stupid morality. His mother would be so proud. Her little boy had finally gotten a soul. Blegh. It really would be nice for him to avoid worlds where he has to make moral descisions about destroying the gods of the world with small children in the future. He really should stop getting into situations like that. Oh well.
He put on his best "normal" smile and walked over to the girl.
"Hello miss Aita! My name is Marlow. Er, do you know where you are?"
"Nii~!"
Oh hell, it's a loli. And she seems innocent and weak. First impressions are usually wrong when it came to him, but she looked a little out of place with all the mages and generals wandering around trying to prepare for war. It couldn't hurt to at least think over
I could help...
But she's already attracting attention. She could draw unecessary attention to what I want to do...
Just dont be a prick like usual. Help her. Good things happened last time you helped something, right?
Helping someone got me arrested last time, and I gained someone who would help me get arrested next time I see her. Right.
It was cool watching teenagers explode a cosmic horror, though.
Incredibly cool.
Marlow stopped himself from getting too off track and sighed. What was he, his ex? He was psycho, but not enough to warrant talking to himself. She was horribly out of place in a killing game though, so he might as well help her out a little... Stupid morality. His mother would be so proud. Her little boy had finally gotten a soul. Blegh. It really would be nice for him to avoid worlds where he has to make moral descisions about destroying the gods of the world with small children in the future. He really should stop getting into situations like that. Oh well.
He put on his best "normal" smile and walked over to the girl.
"Hello miss Aita! My name is Marlow. Er, do you know where you are?"
OOC Notes
Verity glances over her shoulder on hearing the little girl's squeak, the crying fellow momentarily forgotten. She raises a hand in greeting and walks over near the table, awkwardly standing some distance from the others. Figures the guy'll be alright with the other girl anyway.
She scans the crowd, sizing up her possible murderers--or victims. The faint green light from Vers' hand makes her start slightly, and she jams her hands into her pockets, fumbling for her own Oress. She's not sure how much good it's going to do her, but it's something. Her eyes brighten, and she quickly glances away. The squeaky loli is kind of adorable. Her eyes pass over the two girls at the table--she waves shyly, motioning toward the empty chair.
((if anybody dies by ClF3 it is alll my fault >.>; ))
She scans the crowd, sizing up her possible murderers--or victims. The faint green light from Vers' hand makes her start slightly, and she jams her hands into her pockets, fumbling for her own Oress. She's not sure how much good it's going to do her, but it's something. Her eyes brighten, and she quickly glances away. The squeaky loli is kind of adorable. Her eyes pass over the two girls at the table--she waves shyly, motioning toward the empty chair.
((if anybody dies by ClF3 it is alll my fault >.>; ))
OOC Notes
God, what the fuck was this? The moment that he took a step towards the exit, he heard a scream.
“Matsuri!!!”
He stopped going towards the exit and turned around to the sound of the noise; he reasoned that the sound came from the only other male in the room. Although the scream did sound somewhat girly, it undoubtedly came from a male (Yorito).
Then, a figure came out from the stairs. To Preston, it seemed like it was a woman; he couldn’t really tell from this distance and also since she was wearing a blue cloak that covered most of her body. She poked Yorito gently; before Preston could see his reaction, there was a male that jumped out of the couch that he was sleeping on. Preston wondered why he didn’t see him before as he entered, but then there was a…
Ding!
A male exited from the elevator. This one was wearing some fancy-looking armor; how did he do that? Hell, Preston didn’t even have his knife or glasses that were with him hours before. He didn’t dwell on that for too long, since…
Ding!
Yet again, another figure came out of the elevator. This time, it was a woman. She seemed human, but something about her was different; he couldn’t put his finger on it though. She approached the two women, completely ignoring the guy crying in the corner of the room, and the woman(?) that was poking him. In turn, one of the two women ignored her and went towards Yorito instead.
Ding!
Wow, that sound was getting annoying really quickly. A young-looking girl came out of the elevator. She introduced herself in a loud voice; he was slightly annoyed at her behavior. Preston thought to himself…
“Read the mood, will you? There’s a guy crying in the corner for goodness sake…”
There were more reasons why he didn’t like her; once again, he couldn’t really put his finger on it, due to being interrupted once more…
Thankfully, there was no ‘ding’ sound this time; instead, there was a small ‘crash’ that came from outside. Preston looked towards the source of that sound, and dashed outside.
“…Sigh…”
Even from this far distance, Preston (and anyone else with an iota of intelligence) could tell that the thing in front of him was not a friendly being. Did that thing always have those accessories before? Preston couldn’t really remember, which is odd; after seeing a huge thing like that, one would be more likely to remember it. He could tell that the thing he saw was tall and huge with an axe strapped on his back and a skull on his head. There seemed to be many more skulls hanging from his belt, though he couldn’t confirm from this distance. Nonetheless, he casually and slowly walked back inside Castle Oress. Normally, he wouldn’t run from a fight against things like that, but this time was different. He didn’t have a knife and he wasn’t sure if his Mystic Eyes were functioning properly. So, the best option would be to avoid a fight. Preston really didn’t want to use his Oress if he didn’t have to. Now back inside, he got near the table, sat on a nearby couch, and observed his surroundings.
“…Set it up around here. You can go search wherever you want. After all, you'll need it more than me."
“Take care, brother.”
Ah, that’s right; the two of them were brothers. The armored one… What was his name? Durnam? Left Castle Oress, leaving his brother behind. Preston also got up from the couch, and decided it was time to leave as well; that bear thing should be gone by now...
Yorito Morimiya
“Matsuri, Matsuri…”
Tears continued to flow down his face. With his eyes closed, he just kept on repeating those words over and over. Yorito didn’t even notice that Verity lightly poked him; it was the tall woman’s consistent poking that caught his attention. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a face. The tall woman looked down at him. Once more, he screamed, albeit for different reasons.
“AHHHHHHH!!!!”
He jumped out of the couch and ran towards the exit; her face appearing right in front of him scared the hell out of him. If he had a sense of composure, he would have been less freaked out. However, he was in a daze yesterday and even today; something was wrong with him, but he didn’t realize that.
“Matsuri!!!”
He stopped going towards the exit and turned around to the sound of the noise; he reasoned that the sound came from the only other male in the room. Although the scream did sound somewhat girly, it undoubtedly came from a male (Yorito).
Then, a figure came out from the stairs. To Preston, it seemed like it was a woman; he couldn’t really tell from this distance and also since she was wearing a blue cloak that covered most of her body. She poked Yorito gently; before Preston could see his reaction, there was a male that jumped out of the couch that he was sleeping on. Preston wondered why he didn’t see him before as he entered, but then there was a…
Ding!
A male exited from the elevator. This one was wearing some fancy-looking armor; how did he do that? Hell, Preston didn’t even have his knife or glasses that were with him hours before. He didn’t dwell on that for too long, since…
Ding!
Yet again, another figure came out of the elevator. This time, it was a woman. She seemed human, but something about her was different; he couldn’t put his finger on it though. She approached the two women, completely ignoring the guy crying in the corner of the room, and the woman(?) that was poking him. In turn, one of the two women ignored her and went towards Yorito instead.
Ding!
Wow, that sound was getting annoying really quickly. A young-looking girl came out of the elevator. She introduced herself in a loud voice; he was slightly annoyed at her behavior. Preston thought to himself…
“Read the mood, will you? There’s a guy crying in the corner for goodness sake…”
There were more reasons why he didn’t like her; once again, he couldn’t really put his finger on it, due to being interrupted once more…
Thankfully, there was no ‘ding’ sound this time; instead, there was a small ‘crash’ that came from outside. Preston looked towards the source of that sound, and dashed outside.
“…Sigh…”
Even from this far distance, Preston (and anyone else with an iota of intelligence) could tell that the thing in front of him was not a friendly being. Did that thing always have those accessories before? Preston couldn’t really remember, which is odd; after seeing a huge thing like that, one would be more likely to remember it. He could tell that the thing he saw was tall and huge with an axe strapped on his back and a skull on his head. There seemed to be many more skulls hanging from his belt, though he couldn’t confirm from this distance. Nonetheless, he casually and slowly walked back inside Castle Oress. Normally, he wouldn’t run from a fight against things like that, but this time was different. He didn’t have a knife and he wasn’t sure if his Mystic Eyes were functioning properly. So, the best option would be to avoid a fight. Preston really didn’t want to use his Oress if he didn’t have to. Now back inside, he got near the table, sat on a nearby couch, and observed his surroundings.
“…Set it up around here. You can go search wherever you want. After all, you'll need it more than me."
“Take care, brother.”
Ah, that’s right; the two of them were brothers. The armored one… What was his name? Durnam? Left Castle Oress, leaving his brother behind. Preston also got up from the couch, and decided it was time to leave as well; that bear thing should be gone by now...
Yorito Morimiya
“Matsuri, Matsuri…”
Tears continued to flow down his face. With his eyes closed, he just kept on repeating those words over and over. Yorito didn’t even notice that Verity lightly poked him; it was the tall woman’s consistent poking that caught his attention. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a face. The tall woman looked down at him. Once more, he screamed, albeit for different reasons.
“AHHHHHHH!!!!”
He jumped out of the couch and ran towards the exit; her face appearing right in front of him scared the hell out of him. If he had a sense of composure, he would have been less freaked out. However, he was in a daze yesterday and even today; something was wrong with him, but he didn’t realize that.
OOC Notes
(Castle Oress)
Aracely was quickly relieved of her anxiety thanks to Aita's introduction...but the feeling that replaced it, sheer annoyance, was potentially worse. How could people be this happy this early in the morning, especially considering the fact that they all had just awakened in a different Reality? Leave it to lower beings to not understand the gravity of their situation...hmph!
"This place is so weird..." she mumbled under her breath, closing her eyes, shaking her head, and still doing a poor job at trying to ignore everyone.
The tall woman, meanwhile, found herself having deja vu as she jumped back and covered her mouth.
"Ah! I did it again! Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to scare you! Ooh, curse me and my...and my...my terrifying-ness!" she yelled after Yorito.
~~~~~
(Doll Shop)
"Here we go. I can't believe I'm doing this."
In a dream-like daze, Seraye exited her room and slowly made her way to the stairs that connected her 'home' to her doll shop. She definitely wasn't in a rush to witness her second Competition, the third overall. On the plus side, at least this time she was only required to spectate, seeing as she finally accepted her Promotion and rose to Their ranks. On the other hand, now she got to watch all of her friends die in front of her. They'd all probably be thinking all kinds of horrid things about her, such as how she didn't have to suffer through this...
Yay.
Maybe she was being pessimistic. Not only did she completely disregard the kindness of her friends, all of which seemed to be capable of eternal smiles, she also ignored the good things They were capable of. Now that she was one of Them, she might actually be able to do something. That'd be nice.
Trying to focus on setting up shop for the day, she pushed those thoughts out of her head as she reached the ground floor. She passed several shelves of dolls and a sleeping woman on her way to flip the 'closed' sign to 'open'. Once that was done, she sat at her desk and...
Wait.
Pulling her handy-dandy baseball bat (the dried blood being rather prominent on its silver coating) out from under her desk, she slowly walked back to where she saw the mentioned sleeping woman. She certainly didn't look like a murderer, but then again, neither did Seraye. Gripping the bat firmly, she tapped the sleeping woman on the shoulder with it, being sure to back away when the poking was done. Sleepy murderers hate being poked.
Aracely was quickly relieved of her anxiety thanks to Aita's introduction...but the feeling that replaced it, sheer annoyance, was potentially worse. How could people be this happy this early in the morning, especially considering the fact that they all had just awakened in a different Reality? Leave it to lower beings to not understand the gravity of their situation...hmph!
"This place is so weird..." she mumbled under her breath, closing her eyes, shaking her head, and still doing a poor job at trying to ignore everyone.
The tall woman, meanwhile, found herself having deja vu as she jumped back and covered her mouth.
"Ah! I did it again! Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to scare you! Ooh, curse me and my...and my...my terrifying-ness!" she yelled after Yorito.
~~~~~
(Doll Shop)
"Here we go. I can't believe I'm doing this."
In a dream-like daze, Seraye exited her room and slowly made her way to the stairs that connected her 'home' to her doll shop. She definitely wasn't in a rush to witness her second Competition, the third overall. On the plus side, at least this time she was only required to spectate, seeing as she finally accepted her Promotion and rose to Their ranks. On the other hand, now she got to watch all of her friends die in front of her. They'd all probably be thinking all kinds of horrid things about her, such as how she didn't have to suffer through this...
Yay.
Maybe she was being pessimistic. Not only did she completely disregard the kindness of her friends, all of which seemed to be capable of eternal smiles, she also ignored the good things They were capable of. Now that she was one of Them, she might actually be able to do something. That'd be nice.
Trying to focus on setting up shop for the day, she pushed those thoughts out of her head as she reached the ground floor. She passed several shelves of dolls and a sleeping woman on her way to flip the 'closed' sign to 'open'. Once that was done, she sat at her desk and...
Wait.
Pulling her handy-dandy baseball bat (the dried blood being rather prominent on its silver coating) out from under her desk, she slowly walked back to where she saw the mentioned sleeping woman. She certainly didn't look like a murderer, but then again, neither did Seraye. Gripping the bat firmly, she tapped the sleeping woman on the shoulder with it, being sure to back away when the poking was done. Sleepy murderers hate being poked.
OOC Notes
DOLL SHOP ( nawt castle oress )
Elia's eyes fluttered open. Soon her vision solidified, and an old face appeared in front of her.
"S-" she stopped herself, remembering the situation, "Uhm... H-hello miss. I hope you don't mind. It was cold last night, and the door was open." Elia's voice seemed sick, "I-I'm sorry for the inconvinc..." She barely finished her sentence before looking to her lap. What a lump of pitiful... but those arms look pretty useful for housekeeping!
Elia's eyes fluttered open. Soon her vision solidified, and an old face appeared in front of her.
"S-" she stopped herself, remembering the situation, "Uhm... H-hello miss. I hope you don't mind. It was cold last night, and the door was open." Elia's voice seemed sick, "I-I'm sorry for the inconvinc..." She barely finished her sentence before looking to her lap. What a lump of pitiful... but those arms look pretty useful for housekeeping!
OOC Notes
My name is Allyson Ailmere, I am the woman that is currently standing right in front of you. Allyson sent to Aracely in response to the question. I do not particularly want to participate in this competition, but honestly grouping together might be best. If you do not wish to I understand of course. I have to admit this is rather random, but it is not like I can really get to know everyone that well so I asked you first rather randomly.
Allyson walked away shortly after sending that, walking towards Aita and Marlow. "Hello you two, how are you doing?" She said with a smile. The more people she got to know the better, know your enemies and all that, and it would be easy enough to continue the conversation with Aracely without being next to her. "The girl does not really seem the best option for an actual alliance, perhaps it would be wiser to simply dispose of her first instead. Hrm, I'll give her a day or two to really make an impression on me first." she mused, Allyson had always wanted to try to drive someone insane, and now that she might get that shot.. well why not. It was a tad bit illegal in peacetime in her homeworld for some reason.
Allyson walked away shortly after sending that, walking towards Aita and Marlow. "Hello you two, how are you doing?" She said with a smile. The more people she got to know the better, know your enemies and all that, and it would be easy enough to continue the conversation with Aracely without being next to her. "The girl does not really seem the best option for an actual alliance, perhaps it would be wiser to simply dispose of her first instead. Hrm, I'll give her a day or two to really make an impression on me first." she mused, Allyson had always wanted to try to drive someone insane, and now that she might get that shot.. well why not. It was a tad bit illegal in peacetime in her homeworld for some reason.
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Most recent OOC posts in Lila
Re: [OOC] Lila
It took me a while, but I finally decided that this RP deserves to have a final post. Even if said final post was rushed and clumsy, I couldn't leave it hanging right there.
So, here it is!
Thank you all so much for participating! This turned into such a great RP, and although there wasn't really a proper conclusion, I feel satisfied with how far we got and how much we accomplished. You guys are absolutely phenomenal, and I hope Lila doesn't mark the end of our companionship and roleplaying! Keep in contact, you guys, I don't know where I'd be without you. (:
Love, GSG.
So, here it is!
Thank you all so much for participating! This turned into such a great RP, and although there wasn't really a proper conclusion, I feel satisfied with how far we got and how much we accomplished. You guys are absolutely phenomenal, and I hope Lila doesn't mark the end of our companionship and roleplaying! Keep in contact, you guys, I don't know where I'd be without you. (:
Love, GSG.
Re: [OOC] Lila
HEY GUYS! I'M BACK! YAY FOR BREAKTIMEZ TIM3 FOR DEH ROLEPLAYS!@!@~!
*looks at recent OOC and IC posts*...
..Fuck.
*looks at recent OOC and IC posts*...
..Fuck.
Re: [OOC] Lila
@Paperchu: WE CAN HAVE A LULZY MISADVENTURE AND ROLEPLAY TOGETHER SOMEWHERE ELSE PAPERCHU like TCC's bedroom
And then Spark can trololololol Fellmund. :'D
Q275: TCC's RPing reign of terror began on.. Kongregate. And then some random Nintendo forums which he forgets completely about now. And then BAM RPG and Lila. Yeah.
But yeah since all of you are talking about Neopets TCC shall say that TCC was once apart of that.. and he loved it. It was like Pokemon and since he loved Pokemon too.. yeah.
He got called girly, but real men know girly things are A-okay. Because real men don't give a FUCK.
and then.. *sniff* ..the final question.. TCC shall answer it with this picture.
this ooc post was brought to you in third person.. fuck yeah lila may you rest in peace
And then Spark can trololololol Fellmund. :'D
Q275: TCC's RPing reign of terror began on.. Kongregate. And then some random Nintendo forums which he forgets completely about now. And then BAM RPG and Lila. Yeah.
But yeah since all of you are talking about Neopets TCC shall say that TCC was once apart of that.. and he loved it. It was like Pokemon and since he loved Pokemon too.. yeah.
He got called girly, but real men know girly things are A-okay. Because real men don't give a FUCK.
and then.. *sniff* ..the final question.. TCC shall answer it with this picture.
this ooc post was brought to you in third person.. fuck yeah lila may you rest in peace
Re: [OOC] Lila
Q275: Just like GSG, it all started on Neopets lol. That's where I met my bffjills GSG, Zero (not even on this site, but is still a super awesome/lazy person), and a few others. :'3 And then digibutter. I pretty much forgot about the site, and then it sank. These days, besides this site, I'm actually too lazy to even RP, and there's not enough time in the day.
Final Question: Fuck... It was nice rping wtih you guyseven though i was hoping that Poice and Spark could have a lulzy misadventure, now with SCIENCE But yeah. :'C
Final Question: Fuck... It was nice rping wtih you guys
Re: [OOC] Lila
Q275: I joined the "gaming club" in my first week of University in Kelowna while not quite knowing what I was getting myself into; I WAS NEVER THE SAME. If we're just talking about online stuff, RPG is actually the first of my first.
Final Question: Really I feel that the only sentiment capable of capturing such a unequaled experience could only be, quack.
=')
Final Question: Really I feel that the only sentiment capable of capturing such a unequaled experience could only be, quack.
=')
Re: [OOC] Lila
DarkBlueAce wrote:Question Number Two-Hundred Seventy-Five: How did you get into Role-Playing?
It was an Inuyasha roleplay, of all things, back when MSN had groups and stuff.
Kamek Koopa wrote:Three days since a post. Over a week without a new post in the RP.
Nice knowing you.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4zoLyXSno4s
Re: [OOC] Lila
@Paula: Coolio! So, yeah, RPGbros who are interested in the Bitlands, talk to Paulie-Money and stuff.
@Mantis: Well, that's just the problem. I can't find any time for RPing, not to mention that I'm lacking a lot of inspiration. The OOC has slowly been dying off as well, and no one can attempt a revival because everyone's characters are waiting on mine.
So, yeah. It's all my fault and I'm a losser, I'M SORRY GUYS I LOVE YOU. ):>
@Mantis: Well, that's just the problem. I can't find any time for RPing, not to mention that I'm lacking a lot of inspiration. The OOC has slowly been dying off as well, and no one can attempt a revival because everyone's characters are waiting on mine.
So, yeah. It's all my fault and I'm a losser, I'M SORRY GUYS I LOVE YOU. ):>
Re: [OOC] Lila
RPG-bros if you want to post on that other site that GSG just posted, I'll try to clear out one of the banned accounts with your stuff or something.
Maybe
PM me if you want me to try, though, I'm lazy.
@276 I just spectated most of the cycles. And this one, still not much was done.
Maybe
PM me if you want me to try, though, I'm lazy.
@276 I just spectated most of the cycles. And this one, still not much was done.
Re: [OOC] Lila
So, uh...I guess this is it, guys. I don't really know what to say. It all seems kind of surreal. I don't even know if most of you guys still check here lol.
I unlocked the Bitlands (no idea on how to make registration work again, sorry RPGbros), so all of you oldbros can post there again. We can use that to keep in contact, or...idk, if we ever want to start up an RP topic or something I'd be all up for a revival kind of thing. Bitlands RPing is way easier and fun and stuff.
Otherwise, I'll probably still poke around here daily, so you can send me PMs and stuff. And just because Lila is dead doesn't mean you can't still RP here, yeah? There's plenty of other cool RPs on this site! Otherwise part two, I posted all of my links earlier, so contacting me shouldn't be too hard if you ever have the urge to contact me (duh).
That's that, then. Hope you guys still keep up with me, and if not...good luck out there, I love you. (:
One last answer, one last question:
@Q275: For me, it all started on Neopets. I was on the boards (instead of faking my age, I actually printed out the permission form and sent it in lol) and I saw an RP board, found out what it was all about, and got into it because it was like playing pretend via text. I met friends and did plenty of canon-based RPs (it was through Mario and Pokemon RPing that I became bffjills with Freezies and Paperchu), and then I found digibutter. They had an RPing section there so...well, most of you know my RPing history after that lol.
As for the question, which I hope to answer tomorrow...
Final Question: How did you feel about Lila? The ups, the downs, through the cycles...let out all of those last thoughts about your experiences in this RP.
I unlocked the Bitlands (no idea on how to make registration work again, sorry RPGbros), so all of you oldbros can post there again. We can use that to keep in contact, or...idk, if we ever want to start up an RP topic or something I'd be all up for a revival kind of thing. Bitlands RPing is way easier and fun and stuff.
Otherwise, I'll probably still poke around here daily, so you can send me PMs and stuff. And just because Lila is dead doesn't mean you can't still RP here, yeah? There's plenty of other cool RPs on this site! Otherwise part two, I posted all of my links earlier, so contacting me shouldn't be too hard if you ever have the urge to contact me (duh).
That's that, then. Hope you guys still keep up with me, and if not...good luck out there, I love you. (:
One last answer, one last question:
@Q275: For me, it all started on Neopets. I was on the boards (instead of faking my age, I actually printed out the permission form and sent it in lol) and I saw an RP board, found out what it was all about, and got into it because it was like playing pretend via text. I met friends and did plenty of canon-based RPs (it was through Mario and Pokemon RPing that I became bffjills with Freezies and Paperchu), and then I found digibutter. They had an RPing section there so...well, most of you know my RPing history after that lol.
As for the question, which I hope to answer tomorrow...
Final Question: How did you feel about Lila? The ups, the downs, through the cycles...let out all of those last thoughts about your experiences in this RP.
Re: [OOC] Lila
Questions, you say?
QTCC1: You and/or your characters encounter Skar. WHAT DO?
QTCC2: You and/or your characters encounter Fellmund. WHAT DO?
QTCC3: You and/or your characters encounter Mr. Thorren. WHAT DO?
QTCC4: You and/or your characters encounter Charles. WHAT DO?
QTCC5: You and/or your characters encounter Beatrice. WHAT DO?
QTCC6: You and/or your characters encounter Ricardo. WHAT DO?
QTCC7: You and/or your characters encounter Benny. WHAT DO?
running the fuck away is usually the best option but whatever
And yes the questions are lazily done. Deal with it, okay? NaNoWriMo sucks alot of time out of your life. I don't think I'm even going to make it. D: BUT I SHALL TRY. I SHALL TRY BECAUSE FUCK YEAH TRYING IS BETTER THAN GIVING UP AND NOT DOING.
And because Benny would probably rip my throat out. But he's going to do that anyways so ¯\(°_o)/¯
QTCC1: You and/or your characters encounter Skar. WHAT DO?
QTCC2: You and/or your characters encounter Fellmund. WHAT DO?
QTCC3: You and/or your characters encounter Mr. Thorren. WHAT DO?
QTCC4: You and/or your characters encounter Charles. WHAT DO?
QTCC5: You and/or your characters encounter Beatrice. WHAT DO?
QTCC6: You and/or your characters encounter Ricardo. WHAT DO?
QTCC7: You and/or your characters encounter Benny. WHAT DO?
running the fuck away is usually the best option but whatever
And yes the questions are lazily done. Deal with it, okay? NaNoWriMo sucks alot of time out of your life. I don't think I'm even going to make it. D: BUT I SHALL TRY. I SHALL TRY BECAUSE FUCK YEAH TRYING IS BETTER THAN GIVING UP AND NOT DOING.
And because Benny would probably rip my throat out. But he's going to do that anyways so ¯\(°_o)/¯
Re: [OOC] Lila
oh god oh god oh god you guys so sorry for not even posting in the ooc
nanowrimo has devoured my life you guys and i'm not even gonna start on tumblr i mean fuck went through like 100 pages of shit and i just gave up because firefox committed seppuku and there's no way in hell i'm scrolling through all of that mang
but anyways yeah it's mostly NaNo because i really need to catch up
GUYS MAKE UP SOME COOL QUESTIONS FOR ME OKAY I'M SORRYYYYYYYYYY )))))):
nanowrimo has devoured my life you guys and i'm not even gonna start on tumblr i mean fuck went through like 100 pages of shit and i just gave up because firefox committed seppuku and there's no way in hell i'm scrolling through all of that mang
but anyways yeah it's mostly NaNo because i really need to catch up
GUYS MAKE UP SOME COOL QUESTIONS FOR ME OKAY I'M SORRYYYYYYYYYY )))))):
Re: [OOC] Lila
HEY GSG
I KNOW YOU'RE ON
POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOST SOMETHING! D:
ALSO:
Q273:
Chartuese: >implying she didn't ever party
Joe: Only the fancy kind of parties
Kim-Ko: Nope!
Q274:
Charteuse: She hates douchebags, but only when she's not high :3
Joe: He'd kill 'em
Kim-Ko: Hate is not in her vocabulary...well maybe not YET.
I KNOW YOU'RE ON
POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOST SOMETHING! D:
ALSO:
Q273:
Chartuese: >implying she didn't ever party
Joe: Only the fancy kind of parties
Kim-Ko: Nope!
Q274:
Charteuse: She hates douchebags, but only when she's not high :3
Joe: He'd kill 'em
Kim-Ko: Hate is not in her vocabulary...well maybe not YET.
Re: [OOC] Lila
Q23:
Skar: If by party you mean slaughtering an entire village and then dancing a little manbear dance around the burning village, then yes. He did party.
Fellmund: Fellmund partied all the time. And every time he partied, there was sex and booze and chocolate cake involved. So yeah. A drunk Fellmund is worse than a sober Fellmund. HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?!
Mr. Thorren: Well, he danced with his flowers, does that count?
Charles: Indeed he did. He held many balls back on his home planet.lol that sounds dirty ahahahaha
Beatrice: Parties of NAUGHTY TENTACLE RAPE. And she was the only one having fun.
Ricardo: lolricardo
Benny: "WHY THE FUCK WOULD I DO SUCH A FUCKING STUPID THING AS DRINKING AND HAVING SEX? THAT'S A STUPID FUCKING HUMAN THING TO DO. SO FUCK THAT SHIT. BUT IF I HAD BEEN IN A FUCKING PARTY, I'D PROBABLY CRASH THAT SHIT AND THEN BOMB IT AND EAT THE DEAD, RUINED FACES OF THOSE STUPID FUCKING PARTYING HUMANS."
Q274:
Skar: They taste delicious in stew.
Fellmund: lolfellmund
Mr. Thorren: HAMMER SMASHED IN FACE.
Charles: Smiles all around. :)
Beatrice: If it's a male douchebag, TENTACLE BITCHSLAP. If it's female.. yeah. RAPED.
Ricardo: MINDFUCK'D.
Benny: "HEY WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU CALLING A SMUG LITTLE DOUCHEBAG, YOU SLUTTY WHORE? I BET YOU TAKE IT IN THE EAR EVERY NIGHT, BITCH."
He mad. He always mad. He Benny. You dead. :3
nanowrimo hurts guys
Skar: If by party you mean slaughtering an entire village and then dancing a little manbear dance around the burning village, then yes. He did party.
Fellmund: Fellmund partied all the time. And every time he partied, there was sex and booze and chocolate cake involved. So yeah. A drunk Fellmund is worse than a sober Fellmund. HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?!
Mr. Thorren: Well, he danced with his flowers, does that count?
Charles: Indeed he did. He held many balls back on his home planet.
Beatrice: Parties of NAUGHTY TENTACLE RAPE. And she was the only one having fun.
Ricardo: lolricardo
Benny: "WHY THE FUCK WOULD I DO SUCH A FUCKING STUPID THING AS DRINKING AND HAVING SEX? THAT'S A STUPID FUCKING HUMAN THING TO DO. SO FUCK THAT SHIT. BUT IF I HAD BEEN IN A FUCKING PARTY, I'D PROBABLY CRASH THAT SHIT AND THEN BOMB IT AND EAT THE DEAD, RUINED FACES OF THOSE STUPID FUCKING PARTYING HUMANS."
Q274:
Skar: They taste delicious in stew.
Fellmund: lolfellmund
Mr. Thorren: HAMMER SMASHED IN FACE.
Charles: Smiles all around. :)
Beatrice: If it's a male douchebag, TENTACLE BITCHSLAP. If it's female.. yeah. RAPED.
Ricardo: MINDFUCK'D.
Benny: "HEY WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU CALLING A SMUG LITTLE DOUCHEBAG, YOU SLUTTY WHORE? I BET YOU TAKE IT IN THE EAR EVERY NIGHT, BITCH."
He mad. He always mad. He Benny. You dead. :3
nanowrimo hurts guys
Re: [OOC] Lila
Q273: Did your characters ever party before the Competition?
AYA IS THE PARTY.
Q274: How do your characters feel about smug little douchebags?
AYA IS THE SMUG LITTLE DOUCHEBAG.
Yep, yep.
AYA IS THE PARTY.
Q274: How do your characters feel about smug little douchebags?
AYA IS THE SMUG LITTLE DOUCHEBAG.
Yep, yep.
