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Elyzia & Valfiel

The butterfly sisters, A duo of both heroes and musical artists.

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a character in “The Imagiverse”, as played by Specmarine

Description

Elyzia

Appearance: Image
Elyzia has long purple hair tied into a twing tail. She also has red eyes and she also has a red overcoat.

Personality: Elyzia is the quiet, younger but very well mannered of the two. She enjoys playing the guitar and singing on occasions.

Equipment: A black guitar and a two-sided scythe with magical properties.

Abilities:

Flight- With her wings she can fly.

Magic- Using both Dark and Nature magic, she can manipulate nature and use magic.

Great singer- Although quiet, she has a nice voice.

Killer guitar skills- She can rock a guitar.

Background: Elyzia along with her sister Valfiel as long as they remembered were together. Playing together, eating together, and playing together. Born in a universe with strife and occasional fun, they took it upon themselves to help protect their world from evil.




Valfiel

Appearance: Image
Valfiel has long black tied up hair along with purple eyes. She also wears a heavy black coat.

Personality: Valfiel is the more energetic and free of the two. She enjoys the drums along with singing.

Equipment: A scythe with magical properties along with a purple drum set.

Abilities:

Flight: She can fly

Great Singer: Just like her sister, she is also great on the mic.

Great Drummer: She plays a mean drum set.

Magic- Using primarily dark magic, she can use plenty of spells.

Background: Valfiel along with her sister Elyzia as long as they could remember was always together through high and low. Although the younger sibling, she took care of her sister just as well as she did. Protecting her from the world they live in.

So begins...

Elyzia & Valfiel's Story

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Character Portrait: Adam Skelecoot ((Roleplay Creator)) Character Portrait: Elyzia & Valfiel Character Portrait: John Skelecoot
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Back in the lab, John directed the eager sisters to another room, slightly misty from the steam-powered machinery within the labs. At the end of the room, a metallic, circular frame stood behind an ascending slope of steps. Bizarre patterns were etched into the frame, which hummed with untold energies, untapped by mere mortals. Within the Imagiverse, practically anything was possible, including inter-dimensional travel.
John would walk over to a panel, lined with buttons and the like, whilst Adam would take a few steps towards the portal, his hands on the sides of his loincloth. The entire room looked nothing like the Victorian aesthetic the sisters seen before. It would seem John knew his way through more than just steam-power. With this technology, he could easily transform the city, but he didn't because, well, it is better the way it is.
Several rings that made the portal frame would rotate slowly, arcs of energy leaping between the circumference. John, manipulating the console before him, would speak without looking anywhere that wasn't either the portal or the console. "It took us a few tests to get to the grips of Quantum travel. No other being has ever got their heads around the laws of the universe, because they only know the rules in the Imagiverse. To know the Multiverse, you need to learn the common rules."
Now an image was forming within the portal. It would flicker and display static momentarily, before revealing a city that, John and Adam have to agree, they never seen the likes of before. However, John was certain it was Grand Gaia.
"Right," he would announce. "Just stabilising the ion emitters, neutralising the quantum abnormalities, doing the quantum thingy that no one has named yet...."
A flash would emit from the portal, from the image warping and twitching to the quicksilver portal calming down, like a cup of tea that has just barely survived a tectonic tremor.
John would press a few buttons, before standing up right and looking towards the sisters, rubbing his hands with a warped grin on his skull. "There we are! This way to Grand Gaia!" Adam would step to the side, making way towards the glowing gateway back home.

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Character Portrait: Adam Skelecoot ((Roleplay Creator)) Character Portrait: Elyzia & Valfiel Character Portrait: John Skelecoot
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The sisters looked at each other and took each others hands. Home was a few meters in front of them, however they were not sure where they would end up. They knew most of the land, so getting back to their actual home would not be too difficult. Taking one last deep breath, the duo turned to face John and Adam. "Thanks a bunch you guys! If you ever are in Grand Gaia, head to the Randall Empire and ask for us. We don't actually live there, we live in a much smaller village. We will be sure to give you two a first class ticket to our future shows!" Valfiel called out before Elyzia spoke. "There also plenty of beautiful sights there. But for now we wish you both the best and may we meet again soon." She called out.

The two then turned to face the portal, hand in hand they walked into the portal to hopefully be warped back to their homeworld.

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Character Portrait: Adam Skelecoot ((Roleplay Creator)) Character Portrait: Elyzia & Valfiel Character Portrait: John Skelecoot
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  1. End of the first roleplay

    by Adam_Skelecoot
  2. We did it!

    by Specmarine
  3. Yeah! It's been fun to roleplay with you, Spec

    by Adam_Skelecoot
  4. Same here Adam, it's been a very long time since any RP I have join or started has gone this well. Anyways...we shall see what the next event holds!

    by Specmarine

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His hands behind his back, Jonathan Skelecoot would bow lightly to the departing sisters. "You're welcome, Valfiel and Elyzia. It has been a pleasure meeting you. If you wish to come back on your own accord, perhaps ask the tinkerers in your world if they can create a portal to the Imagiverse. Farewell."
"Bye, gals!" cheered Adam, waving his arm wildly.
The portal would ripple when the sisters pass through it, shaking strongly before the image would turn to static and the portal closes. John would look at the portal for a minute and then call to the world in general. "S.A.M, bookmark the portal location of Grand Gaia. I might have us visit it later."
"<sub> AFFIRMATIVE, ADMINISTRATOR_JOHN.</sub>"

EPILOGUE:
Now alone again in the mansion, Adam and John would walk out of the lab.
"Nice, weren't they?" exclaims Adam Skelecoot, walking a few inches in front of John.
"Yes. It's interesting, really, when you think about it. A few beings from another dimension entirely stumbling into this world, out of all the worlds they might have ended up in. That, I think, is Fate at work." The dressed skeleton would sit on the bottom of the stairs.
"Or they just got here by chance."
"... Yeah, or that."
Jonathan would sigh. "Sounds a nice place. Well, Adam, if you wish to go there in the future, possibly to hone your skills, we can easily open a portal there."
"Yeh, I mean, the Darkness and all the demons here are fun and all, but it would be nice to have a change, wouldn't it?"
John would glance at Adam. "Well, the Imagiverse changes all the time, doesn't it? But I see what you mean."
Adam would sit next to John, pulling Hope from the back of his ribcage and examining it. "Although, it sounds troublesome in Grand Gaia, doesn't it?"
His brother would look at the glowing sword. Strange thing, but, in the years he's been on these adventures, he's been given the feeling that sword has been regarding him in the way a jungle adventurer watches on an endangered species. Right now, he feels he's being watched by two or maybe another amount of eyes.
"Well, there are definite differences in our world from others. I mean, how many worlds have you heard of that are entirely made of imagination?"
"... One."
"Exactly."
From nowhere, there is an ear-piercing noise of many small things darting past them. The brothers fall to the ground as bullet holes form on the walls and stairs behind them.
"What is it John?" yells Adam. "Skelecoots?"
"Nah, that's not-"
A cracked voice would cackle from the hubbub outside. "Come out, Johnny! You can't hide with a thousand skulls over your head!"
Johnny would groan. "Oh no. Bounty hunters."
The pair would slowly stand up, Adam gripping his sword, and John unsheathing his shotgun from behind his back. He would pull the two barrels back, loading his shots with a click.
"Ready, Adam?" John would mutter with a demented grin.
"Oh, I'm always ready."
They would then walk forward to address their visitors, the Skelecoot way.

The setting changes from Skeleville - Skele Manor to Grand Gaia

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Character Portrait: Outsider Owru Character Portrait: Jack "The Ducky Boy" Quackers Character Portrait: Max the Robloxian Character Portrait: Adam Skelecoot ((Roleplay Creator)) Character Portrait: Vargas Character Portrait: Fancy Pants
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As Vargas led them to the bar, the group would hear faint but audible rock and roll music. There were the sounds of a guitar and drums playing. Eventually they would stand in front of a bar, there were still a few holes in it however it looked maintained at the very least. The sounds of music was now nearly fully heard by the group and soon Vargas opened the door and stepped in.

As the group entered the bar on on a simple wooden stage, two familiar sisters were busy playing their hearts out on stage. Elyzia was on guitar and her sister Valfiel was in the drums. It seemed like this concert was going on for a while, you could tell they were getting tired. This must have been their last song, shame they did not enter sooner. However the energetic sounds of the music seemed to have made everyone in here happy by the look of their dancing, drunken dancing, or simple cheering.

As Valfiel gripped the mic next to her drum kit letting her sister do a guitar solo, she was prepared to sing when she saw the group that had entreeed, primarily Vargas one of the legendary six heroes. "Woah! Woah! Time out for a second! Oh my goodness it's Vargas!" She called out in excitement, Elyzia quickly stopped playing when Valfiel was more busy on a hero than singing the last verse of the song.

The entire crowd turned around, and already happy and drunk they cheered for Vargas. Being famous did have some drawbacks, but all Vargas could do was simply smile proudly and waved at everyone.

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Character Portrait: Outsider Owru Character Portrait: Jack "The Ducky Boy" Quackers Character Portrait: Max the Robloxian Character Portrait: Adam Skelecoot ((Roleplay Creator)) Character Portrait: Vargas Character Portrait: Fancy Pants
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A woman's chuckle is heard from behind where Laadan was, now replaced with a strange yet fair pale white woman, more humanoid this time in appearance. On one side of her face was a horned black mask, but on the other, where an ear should be, was the familiar antennae. A halo hovered from the back of her head made of a somewhat solid blue light, and over her face was a cross-like symbol. She was still covered with her robe-like wings, more resembling somewhat large fairy-like wings. Her eyes themselves were human-like in orientation but glowing blue, the third eye remaining closed. She smiles widely. A switch had occurred ever so subtly when they weren't looking. Her body seemed also somewhat translucent but more solid.

"I mean no disrespect, sir Vargas, but seeing as you are like a beacon of hope to these people is well, endearing," Chuza says with another chuckle, pressing her hands to her cheeks. Her voice was soft, only slightly strange compared to the others. "It clearly means a lot to them to have one..."

She gasps, forgetting her manners for a moment, and how awkward this may be. She holds out a black and white hand with four fingers, split down the middle between the hands and down the arm.

"I'm Chuza, a pleasure to meet you all... you've met my sister Laadan. I hope she was not too crass. And since you seem to be a very righteous person, sir Vargas, I'm sure we'll get along splendidly!"

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Character Portrait: Outsider Owru Character Portrait: Jack "The Ducky Boy" Quackers Character Portrait: Max the Robloxian Character Portrait: Adam Skelecoot ((Roleplay Creator)) Character Portrait: Vargas Character Portrait: Fancy Pants
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As soon as the quartet and the others enter the pub, a wall of sound threatened to knock them off their feet. A large audience were watching two figures perform what those in Discworld referred to as Music With Rocks In. It was like any other concert the Chosen Few had been too, except without broken teeth and stoned dealers and even more bouldered hippies.
The group were aware that somehow Adam recognised the duo on the stage, because he began to wave his arm at the performers and yelling, "Ey! It's me! Adam! From Skele Manor!" They tried not to look embarassed.
Then there was a sound behind them, one that climbed up their nervous system and straight into their libido, triggering alarms in their heads. It was a chuckle, and, where Laadan used to be, there was now a more humanoid figure. Compared to her more exotic counterpart, the woman was tame in appearance, though she still had few signs that signalled her abnormality, like, for example, the antennae in place of one ear. She still had the effect that dwarfed pheromones.
Of course, Adam hasn't noticed her until Fancy nudged him with an elbow. "Adam," he whispered, his eyes still on the woman, "Laadan's changed."
"What?" the skeleton responded, his attention towards the sisters redirected at Fancy, and then at the woman behind him. Although he wasn't the sexual type of person - his vacant mind simply didn't hold with it - he whistled at the sight before him. The woman introduced herself as Chuza to the Grand Gaian hero. Max would step in front of his colleagues, who were still getting over the shock, and smoothed his nonexistant hair.
"And my name is Max. Max the Robloxian," he would speak smoothly. The sight of him attempting to flirt with the woman was enough to knock the others out of shock, who smoothed themselves out, trying in vain to make themselves more presentable, and smiled foolishly.

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Character Portrait: Outsider Owru Character Portrait: Jack "The Ducky Boy" Quackers Character Portrait: Max the Robloxian Character Portrait: Adam Skelecoot ((Roleplay Creator)) Character Portrait: Vargas Character Portrait: Fancy Pants
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Vargas turned around when Jen heard the strange new voice, in place of Laadan a more humanoid figure. She still had some alien features on her but other than that, Vargas thought it was like multiple souls living in a single body. A very rare sight indeed, but something he did see before. "Pleased to meet you as well Chuza! And I am not the one to derserve all the praise, the other heroes derserve just as much. No clue where each of them is but I can guess they are back at their own homelands." He replied before facing the Skeletons and Robloxian as they began to sound more manly. In an attempt to make a good impression with Chuza. In any case he laughed a bit beforehand he turned to face the more energetic of the two sisters Litteraly run right up to him. He knew those two, one of the most widely known bands in Grand Gaia.

"I am so happy to meet you Vargas! Oh wow! Adam! And more people from that Imagiverse place! This is so cool! I wish we could perform more however we are pretty tired...and I botched the last song by panicking when I saw Vargas..." Valfiel excitedly spoke just as her sister appeared. "Hello Vargas, and hello Adam and associates. Welcome to Grand Gaia. It's nice that you all decided to visit." She spoke peering from her sisters back.

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Character Portrait: Outsider Owru Character Portrait: Jack "The Ducky Boy" Quackers Character Portrait: Max the Robloxian Character Portrait: Adam Skelecoot ((Roleplay Creator)) Character Portrait: Vargas Character Portrait: Fancy Pants
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Chuza places a hand over her mouth, realizing she was not only among one heroic figure, but five. She casts a glance at each of them, as strangely different as they were in many different ways, then chuckles to herself as they try to play it smooth. She may not have been long in this plane of existence, but she understood the motions all too well. Laadan would have reveled in this, she thought.

"The pleasure is all mine," she responds enthusiastically, clasping her hands together and putting her hingers up to her lips. "I have always wanted to be a hero, to be among heroes. Course, I've yet to do anything noteworthy, so you see, I admire those that have and maybe will find something through them. I admit I'm a bit overwhelmed, really!"

As the two sisters talk so familiarly about not only Vargas, but also of Adam, her eyes get starry for a moment.

"Aww~, it is like you have a little fanclub too," she coos, pointing at the fairy sisters. "Ah, but you two have something special other than such exquisite musical talents, would you happen to be heroes as well?"

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Character Portrait: Outsider Owru Character Portrait: Jack "The Ducky Boy" Quackers Character Portrait: Max the Robloxian Character Portrait: Adam Skelecoot ((Roleplay Creator)) Character Portrait: Vargas Character Portrait: Fancy Pants
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"Weeeelll," said Adam, scratching the back of his spinal neck awkwardly. "I wouldn't think of us as very heroic. We just do what we do, y'know, fighting wossnames of vice, that sorta thing."
"Urr, I would clathhify that ath heroic," Jack said. "I mean, it'th not chartered accountanthy."
"C'mon, Adam," said Fancy cheerfully as he nudged him with his thin elbow. "Why wouldn't you call it heroic when you fight gods and demons? I mean, like Jack said, not everybody gets to do that!"
"Yeh, but there's a lot of heroes out there, so it isn't new."
"Well, that doesn't matter! Just because there's hundreds of people doing the same thing, doesn't mean it's not heroism."
The skeleton grunted and shrugged.
When the fairy sisters talk momentarily about Adam, Fancy would look at the bashful skeleton. "You met these girls before, Adam?"
"Oh yeah!" said Adam as-a-matter-of-factly. "Who'd you think I was talking about earlier?"
Light dawned on the group, who looked at the sisters with newly found astonishment.
"Oh, so you're the warrior-musicians?" said the smirking Robloxian, crossing his arms. "So you met John as well? I've known him for a while, since I knew Adam, and I'm confident to say that I've never met a more deranged corpse in my life. In my opinion, his little ghost town needs someone like him."
"Yeah, he's a bit out of it," said Adam admittingly. "But, to be frank, he's a great guy. Reads a lot, mind you, and he knows a lot more about the Imagiverse than I, than we, do."

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Character Portrait: Outsider Owru Character Portrait: Jack "The Ducky Boy" Quackers Character Portrait: Max the Robloxian Character Portrait: Adam Skelecoot ((Roleplay Creator)) Character Portrait: Vargas Character Portrait: Fancy Pants
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"Well, we could be classified as heroes. Although we just feel like we are just doing our part. We do fight many demons and monsters but have yet to face an actuall God. Vargas and the over five are the real heroes, they willingly led all of humanity together to fight, refusing to surrender as the held the God armies back and even slaying the Gods themself, even after their fall many others spurred on by their heroic acts ensured everyone got out safely...of curse they paid the ultimate by price....We are just more braver people that's all." Valfiel replied.

Elyzia looked at Chuza when she mentioned fan club. "We are just aquantences, we met in their world after some unlucky or lucky event in our world. Adam and John helped us return home. As for the heroes part, I feel as though we have yet to become actuall heroes, however in our eyes and for the people we save we are heroes. But of course if you are all here at a bar, everyone here can enjoy two rounds on us. A small token of our appreciation." And with Elyzia's proclamation the entire bar cheered.

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Character Portrait: Outsider Owru Character Portrait: Jack "The Ducky Boy" Quackers Character Portrait: Max the Robloxian Character Portrait: Adam Skelecoot ((Roleplay Creator)) Character Portrait: Vargas Character Portrait: Fancy Pants
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Chuza watched the skeleton's reaction to being called a hero and placed a hand on her chin. It seemed to her that perhaps somewhere along the lines it became just a set of motions to him, perhaps lost its meaning somewhere down the road. Of course, this was only based on her observations through Laadan, and her only recent first hand experience.

"Perhaps it just feels at this point like there are no stakes, or what you do carries any weight over that of others," she says somewhat quietly when addressing Adam. "Maybe life itself has lost some of its flare, not that it can be blamed given that... well, ahem... but still, look at this world, everyone has suffered so much, reduced perhaps to just small groups like this scattered throughout, and yet here they are cheering and partying like everything is going to be okay in the end. Ehm... I'm probably sounding like some corny Christmas special here... maybe you just need something with more meaning to it."

She then turned to the fairy sisters, hearing about triumph and loss. Inside she felt some shame, that Laadan had proven more heroic than herself, acting on a whim without any notable self gain. For a long time she had considered her sister to be just an Id and nothing more, a beast gluttonous and destructive, but it became clear she had something Chuza lacked: unbridled passion. For the first time she feels that perhaps she was wrong all along.

"I suppose if Laadan were here right now she'd say something along the lines of 'Laadan loves parties' and 'if no-good gods come here Laadan smash them personally, hah! As such if any dare try ruining the moment I'll join in showing them the door."

She then raised her right fist into the air and gave a wide smile.

The setting changes from Grand Gaia to The Imagiverse

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Character Portrait: Outsider Owru Character Portrait: Jack "The Ducky Boy" Quackers Character Portrait: Max the Robloxian Character Portrait: Adam Skelecoot ((Roleplay Creator)) Character Portrait: Vargas Character Portrait: Fancy Pants
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Listening to Chuza's observation on his position on heroing, Adam thought about how jaded he had become during his time in the Imagiverse. It was just that he had seen things that people would go mad witnessing, malformed abominations that roamed the outer cortex of the Imagiverse, decayed visions of untold suffering and madness, the threat of having everything he knew be reduced to mere threads flapping across the frayed fabric of his reality. It's not that he had gone mad from these revelations - it is practically impossible, his mind is so vacant as to be a vacuum, sucking in any anomalous hysteria and destroying it entirely - it was just that he had gotten rather empty in the process, this being evident, to those who had known him the longest, in his characteristic vacant stare which seems to be directed somewhere thousands of miles away.
"Well, that, and that I've really got nothing to lose," said Adam.
The Chosen Few would receive a pint each of beverage, thanks to the generosity of the sisters. Max, having a liver bigger than his stomach, would down his pint in one go. "So, Vargas," the Robloxian would say, examining his empty pint. "You stood up against some Gods, did ya? By the sounds of them, that must have been demanding, to say the least. I've yet to compare these Gods of yours to the ones we have to deal with. One god, Evil Hand his name is, is the boss of a sort of demon mafia in the Imagiverse. He's, in a way, the godfather of Chaos, taking charge of all the evil in the Imagiverse. Bit of a ponce, though."
"Oh, Evil Hand?" said Fancy. "Yeah, he's-he's an oldie in terms of villains, in fact, he used to be alright, but he found that box, didn't he? The one that held a whole mass of Chaos that would become the Darkness. He opened it, it consumed the central sun of the Imagiverse - after that, they had to make seperate suns for the worlds - and it corrupted him, making him it's leader."
There would be a collective affirmative mutter from the group.

The setting changes from The Imagiverse to Grand Gaia

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Character Portrait: Outsider Owru Character Portrait: Jack "The Ducky Boy" Quackers Character Portrait: Max the Robloxian Character Portrait: Adam Skelecoot ((Roleplay Creator)) Character Portrait: Vargas Character Portrait: Fancy Pants
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As Max asked Vargas how taxing it was to fight a god, he took a nice cold beverage and took a sip from it. "It's is pretty taxing indeed, when you fight against gods capable of hurling anything from reality destroying magic to even causing stars to fall on you its difficult to fight against. Of course not all Gods have that ability so it honestly depends...but if I have to sum it up I would have to say if I made any tiny mistakes I would have lost an arm or died. Its difficult...but when you are more busy trying to live you hardly have any time to assess the enemies strength fully." He spoke as he took another sip.

"If a God does show up! We will all beat 'em up!" Valfiel also smiled as she raised both her fists in the air and went with a small cup of wine.

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Character Portrait: Outsider Owru Character Portrait: Jack "The Ducky Boy" Quackers Character Portrait: Max the Robloxian Character Portrait: Adam Skelecoot ((Roleplay Creator)) Character Portrait: Vargas Character Portrait: Fancy Pants
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Chuza hears the skeleton's response and casts a downcast look. It was clear, teetering on the edge of the emptiness, not too dissimilar to the events that lead to her own fragmentation when a portion of Owru was lost to the emptiness. It is not that hard to do when you are born into it, when time has no meaning, that life and death are empty concepts with little consequence, and time itself is nonexistent. Chuza was the side that decided that there had to be some kind of order to it all, some grander meaning to it all than simply... nothing...

While she was pondering on something to say she was handed a glass by one of the locals. She seats herself in thin air and holds it up looking it over rather curiously with her shiny blue eyes. She knew it was alcohol, but not what that actually... meant. Within mere moments, and several glasses, she had still not figured it out, but reality sure seemed to have become warped. How peculiar. And she didn't remember the pink marmosets hanging from the ceiling! But then she thinks again about what Adam had said, then looks over at everyone.

"Nothink to fight f... y'know, this place sh... is so strange, and ah... I've been thinkin' bout birthdays," she speaks her words in a somewhat slurred manner, but coordinates her thoughts better than most after how much she just downed. "What a peculiar thing, to shell-ebrate that a person exists! There's no such thing where I waz born, in fact there is nothing. Where I was born there was only the shilence er... silence, an intangible void. Nothing has any discernible meaning, to even say it was chaos, it was simply... nothing. I don't even know how when, or even why I was born, yet I remember Owru's... that is me if I were whole... mind breaking... an ocean of images... mirror fragments.. and then... Nod. And now from a place with nothing, void of meaning, to here, where everything has meaning, that even in such dark times people still find something to celebrate. And I have..."

She cuts off mid thought, looking downcast again into her empty glass. She was unable to sort her feelings, she wasn't even sure if she was actually feeling anything and was instead only reflecting the motions. The black mask gives off a faint ghostly light as she digs into her own soul for answers. She was not sure why she was even saying all this, it was like she was under the influence of something.

"I'ave in the most literal sense... nothing, nothing to return to, nothing to my name, nothing but... literally dreams... and I'm not even sure if I'll ever actually fit into anything... or if anythang I do will hold any weight... but... a toast to just existin'!"

With this she raises the glass into the air then... flops over backwards into a heap.

"Ah'm h'okay."

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Character Portrait: Outsider Owru Character Portrait: Jack "The Ducky Boy" Quackers Character Portrait: Max the Robloxian Character Portrait: Adam Skelecoot ((Roleplay Creator)) Character Portrait: Vargas Character Portrait: Fancy Pants
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The group of misfits would listen to the lady's intoxicated rambling with a few smirks. Although they couldn't piece together what she was talking about, words like "void" and "mirror fragments" fleeted across their minds. It was evident that whatever this, this thing was, it-she-whatever belonged to somewhere within the edge of the Imagiverse, where emotions and incoherent dreams were more strong, the cortex if you know the brain well. In fact, the Imagiverse is like a brain put back-to-front, with the conscious neo-cortex section of the Imagiverse located in the middle, where the known worlds reside, and the emotional, illogical cortex around the edge.
This, any psycho-astrophysicist knew very well. But the Chosen Ones, who were enjoying themselves as the woman fell backwards on the floor, had no truck with it.
Another enigma, evident when Adam Skelecoot took a jolly swill of his ale, was how skeletons could drink without the necessary equipment, i.e organs. Anima-kinesiologists around the Imagiverse have determined that the said drink, when "consumed" by the corpse, transfers to the spiritual realm, where the undead's soul has all the equipment to actually consume and, and this is the Skelecoots didn't know until too late, get drunk.
So the observers in the pub would see the swig of ale pass down the bottom of the skull, reach the top of the ribcage and vanish, as if going through an invisible pipe. It didn't bother his now-slightly-pissed comrades, who were too busy laughing at the immobilised woman.

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Vargas paid close attention to Chuza's speech. He was not drunk...yet, but he was still able to perceive the things around him. He would never know what it was like to be in a void, with silence all around. Chuza then started a toast to just existing. Vargas partook in the toast along with everyone in the room with a roar of approval.

Valfiel was busy drinking a nice ale like the guys while Elyzia was sitting next to her sister with a cup of low alcohol wine. Vargas himself was slowly getting drunk with a nice drink laughing heartily as his face began to become flushed. After a long days work it was nice to rest with a cold cup of ale.

All was lively and the stage had new performers, filling the bar with music. Soon a new figure entered the building, and her very presence seemed to ooze something...threatening about her. Wearing a long dress, long white hair. She seemed confident in the presence of this many people. She soon took a seat, and remained quiet. Vargas quickly noticed her and seemed to remember her...however his drunken state would not allow him to think clearly.

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Chuza laid there, between a state of consciousness, staring up blankly upon a swirling ceiling, all the while flooded with thoughts in her stillness. She, that is, the collective Owru, was never a being to just... stop thinking. If she was not awake and actively checking the world around her, she was dreaming and in turn influencing her Land of Nod. Right now much of her thoughts were muddied, but also unfiltered.

"In a sea of shards, neither shadow nor light, cast from the all consuming," she mutters reaching up towards the air. "Losing self before there was a self to lose, a rage filling until there was nothing to hate, crying until there were no more tears to shed... filled with nothing until nothing remained... Zilthai... why do you cover your eyes?"

As she babbled, she somewhat took a groggy notice of the figure that recently came in, the sense of which distorting her vision slightly more than the liquor did. Suddenly sitting up she watches the person from the corner of her eye curiously.

"A warped mirror with edges cracked," she mutters to herself, trying to rationalize a feeling she got from this individual then holds her head and chuckles lightly. "Ah, haha, what spacial anomaly be this that makes me such a clutz? I feel so funny, I am so sorry, I am not normally like this."

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As they listened to the alien-woman's drunken ramblings, the Chosen Few would notice a new figure entering the pub, her being emanating a hound-like menace that seemed to fill the entire building. She was beautiful, though, in her long dress and flowing white hair. She seemed like someone important, although it may not be wise to draw her attention yet.
"Hey, Vargas," Fancy said, nudging the armoured hero, nodding towards the newcomer. "You recognise her?"
The rest of the group were pinning their attention towards the incapacitated woman, drinking their ale, attempting in vain to decipher what the hell she was saying. Where-ever this "Nod" was, it was enough to split a being into many personalities like a mirror. That, for some reason, seemed more frightening than the demons they've encountered rolled in one.

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"I swear I think I know her...Hey, Valfiel...Elyzia...you guys still sober?"Vargas replied as he turned to face the two sisters. Unfortanantly for him it seems they were drunk and tipsy respectively. He could feel this aura of danger, and he needed to get sober quickly.

Vargas thought for a moment, he did not have anything on him at this moment that would instantly cure his drunken state. However one of the knights from outside the city barged inside the bar. "Everyone! The God Maxwell is in the city! Run for your---Ah! She is already here!" The man pointed at the woman who had just entered the bar. He immediately ran the opposite direction and ran for his life.

Almost as if everyone had a dose of adrenaline, the patrons all scattered as Vargas quickly sobered up as he drew his sword. Valfiel and Elyzia also drew their scythes doing a less impressive job at sobering up. "Even in this state, you all huddle together using simple beverages to ease your pain despite a looming threat. Sometimes we can never understand you mortals." The woman now known as Maxwell stood up from her seat as she commented on what was going on.

Vargas quickly signaled for the others. "That is the fallen God! Get yourself undrunk quickly! She is no simple God, some say she created Grand Gaia! Her power is immense!"

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As a sudden ruckus broke out in the bar Chuza was smacked back into the current reality, while unaffected reflexes catches a chair sent falling towards her face by a panicked patron, the strange part being that it was not with her hands, but from her focus upon it. She carefully sat the chair back in place and floated up onto her feet, still holding her head. Then she looked to the source of all these people's fears and squinted her eyes.

"What is so hard to understand," she responds, still somewhat groggy but now standing upright. "It is because of their state that they huddle together, a seeking of affirmation and a reminder that they are not alone, that all is not lost. If you are the creator as they say, I would have thought you of any would be capable to understand."

She finally opens her third eye observing the entirety of the space around her, every flow of energy and fluctuations of the veil. She waits calmly, not ready to assault someone on a whim regardless the reactions of the people who just stormed out, it was a courtesy, a benefit of the doubt.