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 Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 12:43 am
 ƤƎΓϛΟƝA By Karu Hitoshi
Table of Contents
Opening
Story
Rules
Profile Skeleton
Arcanas
Locations
NPCS
Announcements
Reserved
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 1:04 am
 As you go to sleep after a long tiring day of work/play/or whatever it is you do, you awaken to find yourself in the realm of Tartarus. You, still in your pajamas or other nightly attire (please be decently clothed), are in the city Niflhiem, a town full of creatures. While some of there creatures look human others appearance are quite startling, reminding you of grotesque creatures from the darkest abyss of the human mind, but despite their appearance most, but not all, citizens are harmless nonviolent people. They act almost human, they eat, laugh, and tend to show all kinds of emotions and even socialize with one another. The atmosphere tends to makes most humans quickly weary of fatigue due to the odd reality you have just entered. You have no idea why your here or how to get back, and you begin to question if you are still asleep. All you, the player, wish to do is to get back to your everyday normal life, and continue your everyday normal routine. Your first task should be survival by finding food and shelter in this strange land. After for what seems like hours of wandering about aimlessly, you come across the Niflheim's Inn and meet a very friendly owner whom despite her inhuman appearance, allows you to stay there for free. Since your arrival here your emotions have become more unstable, and you feel a burning from deep within the recesses of your soul. That feeling is the manifestation of the power that is emerging with you. You've also been having the same reoccurring dream/nightmare, of a young woman bouncing a small plastic ball, and singing the same slow sadistic song over, and over. As eerie as it might seem, the dream seems familiar, and then you realize that just before you woke up within this odd place, you've had this dream several times. Every single night, the same dream occurs while your here in Tartarus, and every single day you wake up terrified. Your goal is to find out what exactly this dream is about...and why you have been taken from your world, and been granted this horrifying power...this...other self.
Arcana
Arcana is the way your character faces the oncoming obstacles along the way. His/her personality traits do tend to reflect what type of arcana one uses. All persona users, (you guys) have this ability, as well as their personas, which are the manifestation of his or her emotions, into a creature of which will battle along side of you. Arcana is usually embodied in a set of cards each user wakes up with. Each card has a certain ability in which the user can expend only once. Upon use, the card will disappear, and upon waking up a new card shall appear within their deck. Each person's deck holds ten cards. The cards are like tarot cards. Said user holds the within his hand, and activates it. Warning:.It taps into ones life force to regen a card. For that reason, most users rely upon their Persona to battle.
Example: Jin removes a card from his deck revealing a flame upon it, and throws it into the air. The card is consumed by fire, and flies towards his opponent.
Persona
To place it simply Personas are the masks we wear to face challenges and ordeals. They are summoned by the user's emotions. They are also quite dangerous being that if said person does not have dominion over his/her state of mind, the persona will become a "shadow." Shadows take over the host causing destruction and mayhem due to the host's unstable mind, and true feelings. To regain such a power, said user must face their inner most secrets, and conflicts, and confront the shadow. Once you have overcome your weaknesses, your shadow becomes your persona and you can use it freely. Being in a dangerous situation can also unlock your persona as a natural instinct of survival. Most users genuinely start off activating their persona's by the distress they feel from being in such a foreign atmosphere. Said distress changes said Persona into a shadow, and only when the user can confront their inner most insecurities, can they control said shadow, converting it into its purer form...a Persona. Persona's create a pack with each user upon first summoning. The pact is that once a user is near death, the persona will devour his/her remaining life force.
(When making your character be reasonable. Every character in the previous world before showing up in Niflheim live normal everyday lives, and live throughout the world. The world you the player come from is a world similar to our own now.)
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 1:18 am
Godmodding is rude and irritating, so please refrain from it.
No cybering. Romance is encouraged but keep it below NC-16.
PM your profiles to me and title them "Persona" to show that you actually read and understand the rules. If not, you will have a hard time being accepted.
Once I confirm your profiles, I will post the proofread versions onto the profile page, then you can begin to roleplay.
Enjoy please try to avoid non-roleplay-related conflict. Thank you.
Your posts must be at least semi-literate. I want full sentences, capitalization, punctuation, and good grammar.
Each post must consist of at least five sentences. can't think of anything? Try describing the setting and your character reacts to its surroundings a little more.
More rules will be made if necessary. Also announcements will be posted on the forum when other changes have been made.
Do not advertise for other role-plays or forums without my consent.
No posting regular links like www.google.ca. Make it a hyperlink like www.google.ca. If you need help, just ask me in a PM.
Both images and hyperlinks are acceptable for profiles and posts.
Only make the categories bold, not the entire profile. We do this to keep the profile page neat and organized. Example -- Name: Rui.
Just let me know if you have any new ideas for the role-play.
All profiles will be sent to me, with the title of Persona. If its titled any other way, then said profile will be deleted, so do your best to follow instructions.
Rules
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 1:30 am
 Subject’s Identity: (name)
Alias: (Nickname)
Arcana:
Age:
Character's abilities:
Persona's Powers:
Biggest regret:
Blood Type:
Weapon of choice: (only one or a combination for ex. twin blades or sword and shield. No Guns)
Purpose for wanting to return to your world:
Behavior Pattern:
Subject’s Background:
Unnecessary Information:
Character's Appearance:
Persona's Name:
Persona's Appearance:
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[i][b]Blood Type:[/b][/i]
[i][b]Weapon of choice:[/b][/i] (only one or a combination for ex. twin blades or sword and shield. No Guns)
[i][b]Purpose for wanting to return to your world:[/b][/i]
[i][b]Behavior Pattern:[/b][/i]
[i][b]Subject’s Background:[/b][/i]
[i][b]Unnecessary Information:[/b][/i]
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 1:45 am
Going by order
From left to right
Fool- Portrayed as a jester laughing very close to a cliff, accompanied with a dog at his heels. The Fool represents innocence, divine inspiration, madness, freedom, spontaneity, inexperience, chaos, and creativity. Personae can inherit all skills without preference for any type.
Magician- In tarot readings, the Magician Arcana is commonly associated with action, initiative, self-confidence, manipulation and power (more specifically, the power to harness one's talents.) As the name suggests,the Arcana of the Magician are commonly users excelling towards Magic, particularly towards Fire-based element.
Priestess- Portrayed as an old woman with a closed book, the Priestess Arcana is a symbol of hidden knowledge or other untapped power, wisdom, female mystery and magic when it appears in tarot readings.Users of the Priestess Arcana are commonly associated with healing and support attributes.
Empress- In tarot readings, the Empress represents prosperity, creativity, sexuality, abundance, fertility and comfort (most often in helping maintain peace around them like an ideal mother would.) The Users of the Empress Arcana usually excel in Ice-based attacks with minute healing powers.
Emperor- (Male) the Emperor symbolizes the desire to control one's surroundings, and its appearance could suggest that one is trying too hard to achieve this, possibly causing trouble for others; some elements in life are just not controllable. The User of the Emperor Arcana are typically excelling in lightning-based attacks.
Hierophant- The Hierophant is a symbol of education, authority, conservatism, obedience to rules and relationship with the divine. The definition of a "hierophant" is a person who interprets sacred mysteries or esoteric principles, and the term was originally used to name ancient Greek priests who did so. The User of the Hierophant Arcana have no weaknesses, but excel in none as well.
Lovers- People who seek out true love, romantic and charismatic. These users excel in charm magic, and are simply highly diplomatic.
Chariot- Portrayed as a king leading a chariot made up of two differently colored horses (in some cases mythical creatures). The Chariot Arcana is a symbol of victory, conquest, self-assertion, control, war and command. The users of the Chariot Arcana are commonly excelling in Physical based attacks, meaning they are well balanced with they're fighting skills.
Justice- Portrayed as a woman holding a sword and balance, the Justice Arcana symbolizes a strict allegory of justice, objectivity, rationality and analysis. The Users of the Justice Arcana are commonly excelling in Light-based affinities.
Hermit- Portrayed as an old man in a dark place or cave, holding up a lantern, the Hermit is associated with wisdom, introspection, solitude, retreat and philosophical searches. The Users of the Hermit Arcana are commonly excelling in Mental-Ailment skills such as illusions.
Fortune- Portrayed as a wheel with different animals wearing wealthy and beggarly clothes up and down the wheel, the Fortune Arcana symbolizes of fate and varying luck, fortunes and opportunities. What goes up will go down, what goes down will go up. Wind based Users. They are usually very sly, and cunning people whom wield this card as their ace.
Strength- Portrayed as a young woman holding up a terrifying beast (more often a lion), the Strength Arcana symbolizes an imagery beyond the Beast And Beauty, and is associated with the morality about the stronger power of self-control, gentleness, courage and virtue over brute force. In tarot readings, it can also represent creative or physical energy that needs to be or is about to be unleashed, sometimes out of desire to be recognized.The User of the Strength Arcana are commonly excelling in Physical attributes.
Hanged Man- Portrayed as a man hanging up-side-down from one leg, with his other leg crosses it forming a '4'; the Hanged man Arcana is associated with self-sacrifice for the sake of enlightenment, and the bindings that makes one free, paradoxes and hanging between heaven and earth. The Persona of the Hanged man Arcana are commonly users excelling in revival.
Death(Taken)- While it is associated with foreboding of doom, Death Arcana also symbolizes the metamorphosis and deep change, regeneration and cycles. The Users of the Death Arcana are commonly associated with and excel in Dark-based affinities, but weak towards Light-based affinities. Users are known through this arcana with their necromancy.
Temperance- Portrayed as a woman with angel wings mixing up the water of two cups, one blue, the other red, the Temperance Arcana is a symbol of synthesis, prudence, harmony, and the merging of opposites. The Users of the Temperance Arcana are often well-rounded people, whom use melody to create order, or mesmerize.
Devil- Portrayed as a hermaphrodite devil over two naked and chained figures, the Devil Arcana represents the urge to do selfish, impulsive, violent things and be slave to ones' own impulse and feelings. Occasionally, it is also portrayed as a symbol of temptation. The Users of the Devil Arcana are commonly excelling in dark-based affinities as well as seduction.
Tower- Portrayed as a tower stricken by lightning, from which two small figures fall down; a straight Tower of Babel allegory about pride preceding the fall. The Tower Arcana is commonly associated to overly arrogant, prejudiced and authoritarian organization, which walk to their own ironic demise. Furthermore, it is also more generically used as an omen of doom and disaster. The Users of the Tower Arcana are commonly excelling in physical-based attacks and defensive attributes. The user's skin usually becomes hard as stone increasing their defense ten fold.
Star- The Star Arcana is also commonly associated hope, self-confidence, faith, altruism, luck, generosity, peace and joy. The Users of the Star Arcana commonly excels in speed, but vulnerable towards ice-based attacks.
Moon- Portrayed as two dogs howling at the Moon, around a pool with a crab in it, with two towers in the background, the Moon Arcana is associated with creativity, inspiration, dreams, madness, illusions, fear, fantasy, the subconscious and trickery. In tarot readings, it can also represent being attuned subconsciously to the world around, gaining the ability to sense things without being told about them or without anyone else knowing (which means that some identify this Arcana with psychic energy.) The Users of the Moon Arcana tend to align towards Physical Skills, while having strong gravity control.
Sun- Portrayed as two children holding hands under a blazing sun, The Sun symbolizes happiness, joy, energy, optimism, and accomplishment. Occasionally, it is also associated with one's initial happiness. The Users of the Sun Arcana are commonly excelling in Light and Fire-based attacks.
Judgement- locked
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 1:46 am
 Niflheim -The town is the primary point of where most things start off. The layout of the town is simple, yet unique in its own way. In the midst of town is the town square where most small time vendors sell all types of misc. goods. Within the town square are several buildings, one being the tavern in which you stay at, the other being a large forge, which is gated off from the public. Another building that lies within the town square is an orphanage, which houses many of the homeless children within that town. Last, but not least there is an academy of higher learning in which several of the young adults within the town attend. We do not know exactly what they are being taught there aside from general education, but the academy is housed in an ancient building. Wiring runs tackily everywhere throughout the city providing power to the masses. Strange smells and even stranger people about the area dim the senses horribly as you weave your way throughout the town.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 1:47 am
NPC'S
Gren: An elderly woman whom runs a tavern/inn in which most characters who enter the world are permitted stay. Her appearance is deeply troubling due to a third eye upon her forehead. Her part in your destiny has yet to be seen...
Osiris: A young blonde haired, blue eyed, winged boy, whom greatly resembles that of many of the biblical angels depicted by many of the religious sects of Christianity. Although a mute, Osiris is very kind to the patrons of the tavern, and tends to help Lady Gren as often as possible, with the tasks of handling the tavern.
Asura: A patron, and resident of the tavern, whom earns her keep by waiting tables. Her six arms assist her in her daily activities whether it be belly dancing, or waiting the many tables of the tavern. She is known to be very seductive, and has little disregard for the rules, or for any man whom tries to claim her.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 1:47 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 12:15 pm
Maedra stumbled through her front door and giggled as she hit the floor. Her friends quickly stumbled in after her, chuckling at her and clumsily pulled her to her feet.
"Th-...thaaaanksss for the lift guuuyss. You're all the greatest!" She slurred and waved her friends goodbye and closed the door behind them. She spun on her foot and saw her father standing in the doorway to the kitchen, his arms folded and glaring. How he even managed to stay awake until this godly hour just to scold her will forever be a mystery. Since Maedra's downward spiral into what he called "oblivion" he has been sacrificing a lot to make her realize what she's doing to herself and the rest of the family.
"Maed-"
"Shhh..." she interrupted.
"No, Maedra. I will not! Do you have any idea what time it is?"
Maedra shrugged her shoulders and dropped her keys on the table in front of her and grinned at her father.
"L-l-...llllate enough!" she exclaimed triumphantly and shuffled off to the stairs and ascended them, tripping every couple steps followed by an insane giggle. After successfully opening her door by falling into it, she removed her coat and messenger bag, tossing them callously to the floor. She quickly stripped down to her undergarments and tossed on her purple robe and nothing else. She collapsed onto her bed and curled up, smiling happily as the warmth and comfort of her bed and blankets began to lull her into a drunken stupor of sleep.
Her sleep was haunted by many visions and memories of that fateful night. The night that started everything, that started her downward spiral into everything she swore she would never do.
'C'mon, Maedra. I love you. I want to show you...'
'N-no...I'm too young and...Daddy said it isn't for little girls to do...'
The shadowy figure stood and moved over to Maedra, wrapping his arms about her tiny frame, pulling her close. A wicked smile spread across the shadow's face, but it being only a row of very white, sharp teeth. The shadow slipped its hands into her back, holding her against it before pressing Maedra into its darkness. Her eyes went wide, tears welling but refusing to fall.
'N-n...no! What are you doing?!'
'Showing you how much I love you, dear...' the shadow said.
'It...it hurts...'
'It will for the first couple times...and when you loosen up a bit...I swear to you it will be much, much better...' Maedra's form began to slowly sink further and further into the shadowy form before she was entirely consumed...
The half-drunk female rose instantly from her bed, cold sweat pouring down her face. She looked around, clutching her blankets close to her chest before heaving a relieved sigh.
"Damn it... she shook her head and pulled her blankets back over her head and collapsed into bed.
"Maedra...Maedra...Maedra!" Maedra's eyes fluttered open before opening wide with shock. She gasped and quickly sat up, looking around. Her brow creased in confusion.
"Welcome, Mae." said a gruffy voice. Maedra whipped around to see a stout bartender wiping off a glass with his apron. She dismissed him and looked around the dusty, smoke-filled tavern. It was late and there were only a few bodies left, sipping on their ales and exchanging conversation.
"...What the..." she said slowly, wrapping her housecoat tighter around her frame before heading to the front door. She pushed it open slowly, it responding with a soft creak.
Maedra's eyes widened as she gazed upon the darkened streets of this new city she seemed to be in. She licked her lower lip and turned to the bartender slowly, "Wh-where am I?"
"Nifilhiem," he responded nonchalantly "You're in Nifilhiem. Welcome. Care for a drink?"
"Nifilhiem..."she repeated to herself and shook her head at the tenders offer but strode over to the bar anyway and slid herself into a stool. She stared at the wooden table that has seen many years of broken man's stories, cigarette burns and engravings in some language she could not decipher. Maedra ran her fingers over a graving in particular that was made up of shapes and numbers.
"That there is Fairy." said a man who had slid beside her.
"F-...fairy?" she creased her brow and inspected the engraving more closely. "There are fairies? They exist?"
"Of course they do, lass!" he said, slapping her hard on the back.
"Thems over there are dwarves," he said gesturing with his fat, stubby, round thumb before directing at himself.
"Dwarves? Fairies? I'm most definitely dreaming..."
"'fraid not." assured the dwarf, tapping the table and the bartender slid him another tall glass of bubbling and frothing liquid. Maedra grimaced and sighed.
"I'm dreaming...there's no way this is real..." she placed her head on the table and covered her ears in a futile attempt to ignore the world around her. The dwarf shrugged and slid off the bar stool and trudged over to his other dwarven buddies.
"It ain't a dream. No matter how much you want it to be. The other will be here soon, no worries." the bartender said, nodding. Maedra looked up, a look of hope flashed across her face.
"Others?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 3:58 pm
Let me tell you about an average day for a man named Sean Lionhart. A normal day for Sean consisted in getting dressed for the work day, taking orders from his boss, and trying to survive so that he can continue doing the same thing he had just done the day before. Sean was a Staff Sergeant in the United States Military. He was assigned to the sniper regime of his unit, and although it was hectic, he somewhat enjoyed the thrill of locating the enemy and putting two well placed rounds into their skulls. He had become so good at it actually that some of the troops within his platoon referred to him as 'The Judge'. He chuckled at the name, but in truth he hated it, but he remained silent to the fact being that his joes (term used for soldiers), seemed to build morale due to it.
Truth be told, he'd rather be back home tending to his two Great Danes, whom he conveniently named Adam & Eve. He didn't enjoy being the person whom decided if the man on the other side of his scope lived or died, but it just so happened that the military deemed his skills good enough to place him within a team of snipers, and escalate him to platoon Sergeant. Everyday to him was a hell of a day. He had to endure extreme heat in combat situations, provide fire support to moving convoys, and raiding teams, and watch his soldier's asses, as well as his own, so one could say he was slightly overwhelmed. It just so happen that today had been one of SSG Lionhart's worse days ever. After receiving news that their unit was to pull out from Iraq within the week, they were ambushed. Normally this wouldn't be too much of a problem, but today the main body of his unit had already indexed for the airport that would take them home leaving only him, and his sniper squad of six to clean up the base...later they were to rendezvous with the main body, and go back home.
SSG Lionhart lied there against a building wall riddled with bullets. His bright crimson blood gushed from his thigh as he frantically worked to tourniquet off the damage. The was no doubt that they had struck his femoral artery, and he feared that he would lose his leg if not his life. He chuckled a bit as he began to fade in and out of consciousness, watching his men be taken down, one by one, until there were only two left. He crawled away finding refuge within an abandoned building, curling up into a ball behind some damaged cabinet. He reached into his ACU (Army combat uniform), pocket, and pulled from it a single cigar, and reached to place it to his lips, but paused as he saw his blood covered hands, no doubt covered with his own blood, and suddenly became very lightheaded as he realized he had lost a substantial amount of blood. His eyes became heavy, and he began to have problems keeping his head up, to watch what exactly was going on. He struggled till the last moment, until he fell deep into an unconscious slumber. As he fell deeper into his subconscious mind, he could see a little girl bouncing a ball, singing some sadistic lullaby in the background. He tried to go to her, but she just seemed to continue to fade into the shadows of his mind...deeper, and deeper.
He awakened suddenly within a creaky old tavern with a sudden gasp. "Where am I," he asked aloud. He shakily stood up onto his feet, as his eyes darted to and fro frantically looking for an answer as to what was going on. "Welcome Mr. Lionhart..." spoke an unfamiliar voice of an elderly woman whose hair covered her face. He said nothing, but cautiously walked towards the bar. "This has got to be a dream..." he quietly said to himself as he sat next to a young woman at the bar. His appearance was just as it was in Iraq...head shaved, bullet ridden ACU's, and a blood and dirt caked face. He was at a loss for words, but knew all of this seemed horridly familiar. As he looked about he couldn't quite see who the other patrons were, but he could tell they weren't exactly normal.
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LadyMnemosyne Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 8:43 pm
It was dark in the little room, save the moonlight streaming in through thick, drawn curtains. Several beds that lined the wall lay occupied by those already fast asleep, all save one, closest to the window on the far side of the room. The young girl sat cross-legged beneath the window, staring out at the night sky between the curtains. "Tick-tock...tick-tock..." she murmured. "He's late..." Not a moment after the last word escaped her lips that she heard the door to the room open with a creak. Slowly, she turned her head to look at the intruder, confirming his identity even in the darkness.
He approached her bed cautiously, not wanting to wake the others. She saw him frown when he realized that she wasn't there, and perhaps it was out of pity but she reached up and placed her hand atop his where it rested on the end of her bed. Gasping, he jumped slightly and pulled his hand back. She could see him leaning closer, trying to discern her through the darkness. After a moment he reached back down and took hold of her hand, letting out a relieved sigh. Lifting her to her feet, he led her up the room and out the door.
The hallway was lit by lamplight every few feet, and after adjusting to the light she looked up into the face of the man that stood before her. "Father Donovan, I thought you had forgotten..." she whispered, dropping her head. Father Donovan let out a low chuckle, patting the top of her head.
"Don't worry my child, everything is alright. I had to wait for the others to fall asleep. Now, Lanryel, are you ready?" Lanryel tightened her grip on his hand.
"Yes Father. I want to see him again." Lanryel said eagerly and Father Donovan smiled and took off, leading her down the hallway. The orphanage was much more pleasant to her at night, when the others were asleep and unable to tease her and abuse her. After many years, she had just learned to take it all in stride, no matter how much it hurt. Apart from some of the Fathers who ran the orphanage, there was only one person who didn't treat her like the others. A young boy, just like herself, who just a few nights ago had gone missing after she had dreamed of a strange place. Earlier that day, Father Donovan had told her that he had been found, and he would take her later that night to see him.
Father Donovan led Lanryel toward the infirmary, all the while remaining quite silent. Lanryel was too excited to notice, anticipating what lay ahead of them. Once inside, Lanryel let go of his hand and rushed around, inspecting the beds to find him. All, however, were empty. She stopped at the far end of the room, confusion taking over her excitement. Turning to ask Father Donovan what happened, she found him standing directly behind her, a strange look on his face.
"Father Donovan, I-" Suddenly, he brought his hand up and with great force smacked her across the face. Stumbling back onto the bed, Lanryel was momentarily disoriented.
"Be quiet, you brat. This will all be over soon if you just cooperate." Forcing her onto her back, he ripped the scarf from around her neck and glared down at her face. "Disqusting..." he muttered with distaste. Father Donovan grabbed her neck and held on tightly. Lanryel gasped for air as he closed down on her wind pipe with one hand and muffling her mouth with the other. "Now, just go to sleep..." Darkness began to creep in around her, and his face began to swim before her, in and out of focus. The last thing she thought of was how could she have been so foolish, before she blacked out completely.
It was dark for what seemed like forever. Lanryel wondered if she was dead until after a while, out of the darkness, a little girl appeared singing a lullaby that made her hair stand on end. She reached out to her, calling for help, but the girl made no reply and moments later the darkness consumed her again. With a start, her eyes shot open and she inhaled deeply. She was alive, or at least appeared to be. Looking around she realized that she was no longer in the infirmary, but instead she was seated against the wall of a strange tavern. Getting to her feet, Lanryel looked around wearily and felt as though she had seen this place somewhere before but could not place her finger on why. Looking over near the bar, an elderly woman caught her eye and nodded to her. Folding her hands, Lanryel approached slowly, unsure of if she belonged in the tavern or not.
"Welcome, Lanryel." the woman said as Lanryel got closer. She looked up at the woman and nodded slowly before turning her attention to taking in her surroundings. It almost felt like a dream to her, and again she wondered if she was alive or not.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 9:25 pm
Sean was in a daze. He hardly even noticed the bartender slide a pint of beer his way, nor did he notice the new comer within the tavern. Had it not been for the old lady, he would've found himself still staring off blankly at nothing. He gripped the chilled beer smelling its familiar fragrance. Oh how he had fantasized about having an ice cold beer like this one while over in the sandbox,(reference to the desert). He lifted the beer to his mouth taking a light sip, and his eyes widened in a stupor. This by far was the best beer he had ever had in his entire life. Now perhaps it was due to the fact of him being over in Iraq for nearly over two years now, but he couldn't remember when he had a drink so frosty, and soothing. He guzzled down the pint as quickly as he could, and wiped his mouth smearing the caked on blood and dirt with the perspiration of the glass. He then looked towards the newcomer, realizing she was but a young girl, and wondered if she had suddenly appeared here just as he had. It really didn't matter to him anyway, if this was a dream he didn't want to wake up. He knew what awaited him back in reality...nothing short of death, pain, and trauma from the war. Perhaps he was hallucinating...no...he couldn't be because that beer tasted real enough. He stood up walking towards the young girl, and stooped down to one knee, studying her from head to toe.
"You lost too?" he asked stupidly, knowing exactly what her answer would be. He chuckled to himself as he peered back at the bartender now noticing his ghastly appearance. The man behind the counter had only one eye, and was massive. Sean fell backwards beside the girl as he stared in horror, but quickly shook it off. He figured it was some sort of deformity or something or rather. He looked back at the girl, and gave a weak smile. "I'm Sean...perhaps it'd be best if we stick together while were here eh?" he asked, more so not wanting to be alone with these odd people. Out of the corner of his eye, he could have sworn one of the patrons had a tail, and another patron had horns. He rubbed his eyes once more as he hoisted himself back up to the bar. "Hey...what did you put in my drink you b*****d...I'm starting to hallucinate...I could've sworn that, one of those guys over there had a tail," he chuckled, cloaking his fear with humor. He looked at the other woman sitting next to him, and sighed. "I'm assuming your lost too?" he chided...
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 9:38 am
Maedra blinked and turned to see two people had appeared now in this bar. She turned to the young male now who had spoken to her and creased her brow slightly.
"You a fairy too or somethin'?" She asked, narrowing her eyes. "You came out of nowhere just like that chick over there." she gestured to the other, newest female. With a sigh, Maedra finally nodded to his question. "Yeah, I'm lost. But please don't offer you'll take me back to your place or something. I'm not in the mood for some in-dream, cheesy guy with lame pick-up lines. This stuff is getting to real, too freaky..."
The bartender, the more stoutier laughed and shook his head at the boy
"I've been tellin' her since she got here this ain't no dream. You, on the other hand seem to have more sense than that. Here, have another beer and don't worry, there ain't nothin' in it that's gonna make you see stuff. I promise you those tails and horns are real. But I don't need to tell you twice, do I?" he winked as he slid the boy another beer and looked to the newest female. "Ah, yes. You. Welcome. Come, sit. Have a drink. S'on the house, lass." he said, turning his attention behind him to mix her a drink before expertly sliding it to the spot directly on the other side of Sean.
Maedra sighed once again, more exasperated this time. "None of this makes any sense. On moment I'm in my room, having a dream about..." she paused, her eyes going wide for a moment, but she snorted. "Right, this is a dream. I don't have to tell you guys anything about the dream I just had. You're all manifestations of my imagination." she nodded her head sagely and took a swig of the beer the tender had given her earlier and smiled. "Might as well enjoy the interesting things that could happen..."
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 11:20 am
Lanryel looked up at the man who referred to himself as Sean. She shrunk back slightly, wearily meeting his gaze; she didn't do well with strangers, especially not adults. However, at least he appeared to be human, he and the woman who he had sat next to at the bar. "S-Sean?" she murmured timidly, moving her hand up to cover her right cheek. It had just occured to her that the scarf she usually wore had been torn from her, and she hoped he hadn't seen her face. As she was about to tell him her name, Lanryel found that the words would not come. All she could do was nod in reply to his questions, biting her lip nervously.
Why was she so apt to trusting a stranger enough to tell him her name? After all, what had happened before she arrived in this strange place, she had been betrayed by one person whom she thought she could trust. Closing her eyes tightly, she had to hold back a sudden wave of tears that threatened to come out. For all she knew, Father Donovan could have done the same thing to the boy too before he disappeared, though she didn't know if the fact that he was a boy had saved him from her own fate.
Her eyes popped open suddenly when the bartender addressed her. Lanryel wasn't sure how to respond. She was too young to legally consume alchohol, and hadn't, for that matter, ever tasted it to know if she even liked it. Not wanting to offend him, she approached the bar and took the empty seat. Taking the cup in one hand, she realized that there couldn't be any harm in just holding the drink. Silently she listened to the other two talk as she observed the deep amber color of the drink before her. It had a strange scent of butterscotch, and it felt warm to the touch.
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LadyMnemosyne Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 7:03 pm
Sean smirked at the woman's remarks, and shifted in his bar stool. He didn't like how snippy she was with him, and it was a pain to try to associate with people when he just came back from war. Already he could feel the effects of being in a wartime scenario as he chose to not really snap back at the woman. Instead he just sighed, and grabbed the new drink in front of him. Everything was so awkward in this place. Maybe he was just going insane, or even worse, perhaps he did die and this was hell. Either way, he was here now, and he had to make the most of it. He turned his head towards the little one on his right, and smiled. "Seems to me that your pretty shy...no worries, I'm sorta that way too. War tends to do that to people, makes you wanna climb into a corner, and disappear," he said softly as he awkwardly looked away, staring off into the ripples of his golden beverage. He hated this. He was never good with meeting people, nor did he like being put in situations such as this one. It left him feeling exposed to the world. He grunted as he slammed his hands upon the bar, and stood up. "I don't know about you two, but I intend to get the hell out of here...we don't belong in this place...I think," he said, his last words trailing off. He took his pint of beer, and sipped it a bit savoring that lasting sweet honeyed taste before chugging it, and placing it back upon the bar top.
"Look Lady, and big guy...no offense, your hospitality is very welcomed, but I getting the hell out of this place. I have soldiers fighting in Iraq this instance, and I'd be damned if I let those bastards take all the glory,"
He spoke as he looked around for the doors anxiously, feeling a panic attack begin to overwhelm him. He paused as he felt the edge of something in his pocket nudge upon his thigh, and reached into it revealing a deck of ten cards. He stared at them puzzled at the fact on how they came to get within his pocket and momentarily looked back at the old woman, and massive man behind the bar, rubbing his temples in aggravation. He tossed the cards wildly upon the floor, sending them in every direction with a stressed look. A headache began to creep upon him, as he continued to do so.
"Whatever little game you think your gonna play with me, you can count me out," he said with spite, and rushed from the tavern.
Now had he stayed within the tavern, he would've been there long enough to see that as his cards hit the ground, they suddenly disappeared, but alas, he was out the door before he could even notice. He hadn't gotten far, hell he hadn't gotten further then the front steps of the tavern. He was shocked at all the different creatures that roamed about the city...things he could only dream about...things that nightmares were made out of. He bent over placing his hands upon his knees, and staring off at the ground as his slight panic attack turned into a full blown fit of terror. He wasn't even on Earth...where the hell was this, and what the hell was going on!
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