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 Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 1:56 am
((OOC: This is the orp event from the cornfields sign up. If your character has not signed up for the event, they cannot participate in this one thank you)) It was dark, it was slightly cold, and something was making this odd noise, a low hum, steady, rhythmic, and very menacing.
FLASH
Without warning, everything turned a burning white, painfully, sharp for just a few seconds until the scenario around them adjusted. They were standing in a room, a very simple normal, boring classroom, complete with fluorescent lighting. There were no windows, however in the classroom, just a single door behind all participants.
Instead of desks, what stood in the center of the room was a table: a large round table easily holding more than twenty chairs. On said table were neat piles of square white cardstock paper, two inches wide both direction, and a large ensemble of pens and a single empty box. There was nothing else on the table, nothing on the walls, just a table, a classroom, and a sealed door behind them.
"Well, dont just stand there, grab a seat." The figure gestured to the many still uninhabited seats. "You are all big kids now, please don't make me do it for you."
They dropped their weapon, letting it fade away. "Now, while you guys are getting comfortable, I'm sure a lot of you have questions. Where am I? What is this place? Who are we really? Why a round table and not a square one? And I promise each of your questions will be answered in due time, but not without a price. The price being of course, this game, that you all willingly signed yourselves up for."
"Now that I'm done introductions, I'll set out the rules of this game straight and clear." The figure's footsteps were sharp against the hardwood floor. "First of all one of you sitting on this table is a traitor. How do I know? Think of me as some sort of benevolent god, I see all, it is up to me if I wish to act upon such. Now, which one of you is the traitor, yes look around, take a good look around, look into those unforgiving masks and try to pinpoint that traitor. As a reward for finding them, I will kill the traitor in this very room, in front of everyone."
"In front of you are pieces of paper. I want you to, in the next hour, write your given squad name on that piece of paper. We will take turns, first you write your name, and then you introduce yourself, and you might want to justify what you've been doing on this island, that yes you, you are not a traitor. Tell us a little about your experience here, turn by turn. Easy no? We don't want to cry wolf too early after all." ((OOC: THIS IS THE INTRODUCTION phase of the game. - Simply post your character, have them introduce their squad name (Ie: Alpha I), and then whatever they would like to say about themselves, the island, why they are here, their friends, whatever history they want to make up about themselves. - At the end of ETA 12 hours, ROUND 1 will begin, all people who have not posted a reply will be considered automatically eliminated. ))
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 2:28 am
[A1 ENTERING ORP from ORP signup thread]
FLASH.
No, not what you were thinking. Armour is really difficult to remove, okay? What A10 meant was- a flash of light.
Blinding white light... and then tables and chairs. They didn't look too comfortable, but then again, A10 felt slightly uncomfortable anyway, suddenly transported to this mysterious place. What had happened to all the corn? Had it.. poof! become koko krunch?
Shrugging, A10 looked around the room. Her teammates were there, as well as the strange pair who'd called her something like.. Buckbeak. Weirdos. Walking to the table, she pulled out a chair and sat down, waving to her teammates to do the same. No way was she going to sit beside someone she didn't like, even if they were all now without weapons. Eying the hooded figure who'd been spewing instructions so far, she grabed a piece of card stock, a pen, and started writing.
"Alpha Ten." But where should she begin with her introduction? "I may be an Alpha, but above that, I'm part of Team Phoenix. Or you can call us the Order of the Phoenix. Whichever you like. These guys, here- they're my buddies... and yeah, I guess that's it. I was also dead once, apparently."
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 2:36 am
[A7 entering from Cornfield ORP sign-up thread!]
Being transported from a cornfield, into a classroom, was strange enough.
Being transported from a cornfield, into a classroom, while two women were attached to you, screaming something about a Hagrid - whatever that was - was over the top. Even for him.
He pried G3 off of his face, holding her at arms length, even as E4 continued to snuggle into his side while patting A1 on the head. Did she just call him..
"That's not a bad nickname, boss." A7 replied with a vaguely amused air. "Can we call you Fang from now on, too?"
A7 dropped G3 into a seat, and slowly removed himself from E4's arms. He even held out the seat for her. "Now you ladies just take a seat, and relax. And, you know. Don't attach yourselves to me anymore. At least not while people are looking. Gotta have some level of decency, eh?" He chuckled and patted their heads, before taking a seat beside one of them.
A10 seemed to already be introducing herself. He was sitting across from her, and let out a hiss as she gave away their team's code name. Wasn't that meant to be private? Maybe not. Giant red birds on their head didn't really scream 'discretion', now, did it? Oh well.
"YEAH we're her buddies." A7 responded in a loud, boisterous response, while slamming his fist into the table. Then he took a piece of paper, and a pen. He gave the items a wary glance, before carefully (a little too carefully, perhaps - did he even know how to write?) he wrote the letter A, and the number 7, giant sized.
"And I'm Alpha 7 of Phoenix. Got that? I'm here to win, and my team's gonna do just that. That's pretty much all I gotta say about myself. Good game, guys."
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 2:38 am
(( A-Three is obviously entering from the sign-up thread XD ))
Oh. Grand. Another one of their precocious little games. Just adorable. That and he was really getting very tired of being reminded that their compliance to this entire event, much less this reaper's little...parties, that he seemed so fond of hosting. The last time the fellow had calmly informed them that a nightmare creature and the death of two of their squad members had been merely a slip-up, and that he'd been dreadfully sorry for the inconvenience. Naturally. This time, he was once more pitting them against one another, the inhabitants of the island seemed rather fond of that. Benevolence? Hah. More like malevolence.
Taking a seat at the table, he cast a glance over his shoulder, rather hoping now that his Fivers would take seats next to him. Funny, that he should find himself secure in numbers. It seemed rather violently uncharacteristic of him. Ah well, he could only guess at his life before, perhaps he'd been fortunate, and garnered friends. Possibly. Reaching forward and taking a piece of paper, he scrawled his squad name on the parchment. Heh...well at least his handwriting was good, excellent, neat penmanship. There really wasn't any use in wasting time, was there?
Clearing his throat, he glanced around, watching as people took seats about him. "I am Alpha Three. I recognize some of you fellows from our earlier encounter. That ended in a rather unfortunate dispersing of ways, I might add, and I would rather like to continue pleasant negotiations. With me are Fiver and the self-proclaimed Fiver the Second." He sighed softly, this really was very silly. "I find them pleasant." Not overly annoying. Tolerable. That was synonymous, right? "They are my comrades. Thus far we have merely been trying to protect one another, and I would assume, that in the life that I have abandoned in coming to this place...I was a shrewd, logical fellow...intelligent, I rather hope, not inclined towards foolishness. If I had friends, I am sure I was loyal to them." Though still...he doubted he had friends. "Beyond that, I would wager to guess that the thoughts of my fellows as to my reputation are as good as my own."
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 2:57 am
(( A5 is entering from ORP in Cornfields! ))
One minute they were walking toward the light, keeping their heads down .... and the next, they were standing in a room. With a big found table and a bunch of chairs. And apparently ALL the other people who had been walking toward the light. Great, just great. What was this, some stupid modern-day King Arthur thing? Whoever the hell that was.
At least the enemy this time wasn't a Death Pony telling them to kill each other. Not yet anyway. Somehow, though, this one seemed kinda ... familiar. If a bit creepy. Oh well.
With a bit of a shrug, Fiver moved to plop himself down on one side of Three, grabbing a sheet of paper and writing carefully: α-5 aka Fiver. Setting the pen down, he frowned slightly, glaring about the table at the others. A traitor? The ******** was that supposed to mean? Traitor to WHAT? The point here was to survive, right? So really, how could you be a traitor to .... killing people?
This made no sense. Not that anything did on this damned island. "Hi," he started out, attempting to sound non-threatening and perhaps even a bit cheerful, though he didn't feel much like either right now. "Name's α-5 or Fiver. All I know is that I woke up in some classroom and got told I signed up for this s**t, then I woke up in a tent ... and outside, there was a Death Pony that wanted us to kill each other. So I basically got killed just for talking and disagreeing with what somebody thought would be a good idea for deciding who to kill off first. Then somehow I came back to life, and ... we came here. And these guys here are my friends and if anyone tries to hurt 'em, I'll hurt you back. Not a traitor either since I have no idea how any of us could be a traitor in the FIRST place, considering we have no clue what we're DOING here. Except that we're supposed to survive."
A corner of his lips quirked. "Maybe somebody who wants to die is a traitor? I dunno. But I definitely don't wanna die, so if that's it, it's not me."
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 3:14 am
[E-5 Is apparently entering from Cornfields]
s**t, was the only thing that flashed into E-5's mind as he ended up being transported from the once large field of corn to a small dingy like classroom filled with little seats and various colored armor. Great not only did he screw up but now he was in classroom his weapons and bandages gone and well he could only assume that he would be eventually be meeting the rest of his teammates in the underworld, that was if it existed for such a place.
Taking a seat somewhere in the middle of the round table he wasn't sure what the whole point of the introducing themselves given that they really didn't know each other except if they were teammates but never the less numbers were still on their gear. At least two of the pink team he could only hope that they would some how make it to the end considering if this little adventure didn't result in most of their demise. Sure the man in the robe said he would just kill the traitor but it didn't mean he couldn't dispose of the rest of them afterwards.
Picking up the pen he pushed the rest of his thoughts away, betrayal and traitor were not a particular word he wanted to think of after being stabbed in the back by the squad members. He thought were going to help him through this hell hole of a trip yet they left him due to some cell phone message and spit back E-13. Shaking his head he picked up at the blank sheet of paper he scribbled in a rather poor penmanship due to the gloves ε V and flipped it over as if to avoiding looking at it as if his own number was a bad omen.
Setting the pen down he cleared his throat pushing the uneasiness aside, "Err hi I guess, I'm ε V, I've been the unfortunate one in hitting myself in the head with nunchucks while trying to help out my teammates in battling a rather demonic like horse and the blue Beta team and I'll admit that probably wasn't my best move. However after E-3 died I took up the job as being medic by picking up her bandages and wrapping most of my teammates like Puddles or also known to us as E-13 up at our base camp. Which is a rather bright pink tent in the middle of the cornfield I'm sure some of you guys could see it considering it stood out like a circus tent though it didn't compare to the blue shining light. Errr well after a couple squads members or friends I guess I could call them disappeared for some task the rest of us figured what the hell why not check out the light instead of sitting in the tent waiting and poof I'm here with all of you. So yea so far trying to do the best to keep my comrades from dying or just disappearing though it looks more as if this island has had other plans for us. I guess you could say I am a bit of the so called caring type despite not wanting to die in this signed up farewell game I decided to join or so I was told by people in robes in classrooms."
E-5 gave a bit of a chuckle though really it was nothing more than him laughing out of nerves, he was far from feeling comfortable in playing guess the traitor with a bunch of masked others knowing only about himself and a bit of his own teammates even the some what stifling behavior of A-3 could be facade considering he never met him before.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 3:16 am
(A-4 entering!)
Plopping himself down beside A-10, the good (or possibly evil) "doctor" made himself comfortable and scanned the crowd. Seemed a good enough bunch, and even the shrouded fellow with the bloody big glowing weapon appeared to be a fairly pleasant chap, really. A-7 had found himself a few more ladies, and A-4 briefly wondered if the man had previously been a pimp of sorts in his previous life. Shaking his head to immediately dismiss such a thing as possible, A-4 decided that gigolo was a much more likely profession for the brawny bloke. Much more suited to his temperament.
After penning down his credentials, such as they were, and listening to a few of his teammates, he introduced himself as well, "Alpha 4 here, well met. Well met, indeed! I'm fairly sure I'm handsome, you know. Part of this phonics order, I suppose. Literate bunch, or getting there, haw-haw. Killed a man, though," at this he gave A-5 a small wave, "but it didn't stick, so no hard feelings, eh? Suppose I could be a traitor for all that. Need to give this some thought. Hrrrmmmm...haaaaaa....hmmmmm..."
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 3:18 am
((Z3 is entering from signup thread!))
But of course the light was a trap! Z3 couldn't say it was unexpected, really-- though the nature of his new predicament still proved somewhat... vexing, as he found himself in the thick of one very peculiar classroom stage. Clearly, some ridiculous game was about to play out, and the appearance of a reaper not five seconds after only confirmed his suspicions. Without hesitation, as coolly as any lost soul could, he did in fact grab a seat, hmphing lightly under his mask.
Meet, greet, and slaughter. Personally he thought it crude for a mind game, but eh; no point in arguing with their patron. He didn't waste much time in writing down the obligatory information, watching the motion of his own script with mild fascination. He hadn't expected his penmanship to be so... elegant, per se. What a peculiar observation.
And then, it was his turn to talk.
"... I am Zeta Three," he said aloud, in a perfectly pleasant, albeit hollow tone. There would be no true niceties for him-- and certainly no coddling of team mates like that brute A7. "Also part of Phoenix," he added. "... And I would enjoy surviving this ordeal, if possible."
It went without saying that surviving meant winning, but he felt the phrasing had better sentimental appeal. Who didn't want to win in this wretched mess?
"As for my 'experience', thus far, I've found this island to be... a unique social experiment, if nothing else."
Never mind the giant flaming ponies and apparently reversible death he'd witnessed firsthand, or even feelings for the team. Was that really all he planned to say? Apparently so.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 3:27 am
[A12 is entering from sign-ups!]
A-12 hadn't really minded the blinding light. As long as she kept her eyes closed, she was .. probably okay. Determined to keep her eyes shut, hands placed over the front of her head .. It was a while before she opened it. To the sound of voices.
Seats! Tables! How polite of the ... reaper? A12's eyes widened, as he spoke.
WAIT WHAT REAPER?
Her eyes, a little more than frantically, searched the room, only to cross to the other side. Snag a seat closest to the reaper, right? Perhaps, she could get him to look her way *_*~ A round table. A little like "knights of the round table" phrase. What did it mean anyways? A12 had absolutely no clue-- the phrase popped into her head, the meaning flying out just as quickly. Knights? What were knights? Were these reapers.. knights? A-12 was perhaps, hanging on too much, to the reaper's every word before the meaning fully registered.
Her gasp was a little late, her hands closing over her open mouth. A.. traitor? To what cause? Wasn't their purpose .. was to survive? How could one be a traitor to survival-- after all, it was a dog eat dog world. Could the definition of traitor even be possible, in this Darwinistic world for survival? Unless .. someone was a traitor in Alpha Phoenix. (Ooh, A-one and A-seven and Z-Eight and the rest weren't going to react nicely to that.)
Alpha Twelve had hearts in her eyes when everyone spoke, her gaze fixed directly upon the reaper. But when it came to her turn.. Oh, it was her turn! Standing up abruptly, she almost knocked the chair over backwards as she bent low to address everyone seated at the table, in a gesture of respect.
(Since when did she know how to bow?)
"Alpha Ten, allied with anyone calling themselves Phoenix. It's a pleasure to meet you guys. I've been .. with Phoenix this whole time. " She straightened her posture, to let wobbly eyes under her goggles gaze around the room. Back to the reaper. "I-I'm not really sure what to say.. but .. thank you for keeping your word earlier. You found A10 and .. ... .. A5. We're grateful for A10's return. "
(Was there a pause? YES THERE WAS A PAUSE.)
She bowed and sat down once again.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 3:33 am
(Zeta Five is entering from the ORP Cornfields )
The flash completely confused Zeta Five and left his mind reeling. The male stumbled slightly before furrowing his brow in confusion. He waited for his to clear before staring in trying to comprehend just what had happened. His eyes landed on the Scythed individual and then strayed to the rest of the room.
A classroom? A table? He listened intently to the other as he blindly followed after his friends. He was going to kill someone? He protectively moved in front of Fiver. He wasn't going to loose him again.
He took his seat on the otherside of Three. Once he was sat down the male took hold of a card and stared at it. He put down 'Zeta Five' on his his card. He was still writing when Three and Five made their introductions.
He agreed with Fiver. How could they be traitors? It didn't make sense.
Finally he stood up, slowly and purposely. "My name is Zeta Five. My mission is to survive the island. I don't know who I am or who used to be. All I do know is that since I've been here I have seen one of my friends die over a misunderstanding. I defended his with everything I had. Shortly after I realized that fighting for revenge was a foolish notion. Alpha Three enlisted me into his team and shortly after I found that my friend Fiver had returned to life." He put a hand on the other man's shoulder. "I will defend the two of them with my life," His voice was serious as he spoke.
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 5:07 am
((Zeta Eight entering from the ORP -- no, she did not get lost on the way here))
There was a reason they said 'don't go towards the light.' Of course, Zeta Eight didn't know why this was her only thought -- she hadn't heard anyone say it in the short time she'd been in existence, nor could she remember anything before that. Still, it circled in her head like a virus as she ran towards the light, repeating each time she felt her boots connect with the soil as she ran towards it, kicking off the ground with a growing sense of desperation, each repetition louder than the last, until it filled her ears. It was this, more than the threat of a shadow carrying her off into the dark, the sound of bones cracking as the end of a mace made connection with her skull, that had lead her to grip her mace so tightly in front of her, pupils blown wide. Don't go towards the light, don't go towards the light, don't...
The bright flash of light was greeted by a hiss of pain, a hand rising to cover the eyes of her gas-mask. Even through the orange tint of the lenses, the light felt unnatural -- far too bright, compared to the overcast of fog that had coated the island so thickly. She squinted as she opened her eyes, letting herself grow accustomed to it, her other hand gripping tightly her mace. Her eyes moved slowly over the room, skipping over the objects to rest on the figure she had seen once before.
'Well, don't just stand there, grab a seat.'
And then it was gone. She felt, rather than saw, the weapon in her hand disappear, glancing down to stare at the space between her fingers, looking over her upturned palms. There was the sickening feeling of something alive in her stomach, threatening to flutter up into her chest. Inevitability. Only then did she move towards the round table, feeling the aggravating feeling of a medieval reference in the back of her mind, threatening and failing to surface. In the end, she settled for a seat an exactly equal distance between Alphas Seven and Ten, turning her eyes downward to the card as the others introduced themselves, as well as pronounced their innocence.
Despite the limited space, she wrote her full name on the small piece of paper, mostly free of flourishing embellishments. When she finally looked up, she did not glance over at Alpha Five, instead tilting her head at Alpha Three as she spoke.
"'Pleasant negotiations' end the moment death becomes involved."
As usual, there was no hostility in her voice as she spoke, sounding more as if she were reciting a fact. Her voice, however, seemed slightly more deadened than usual.
"Zeta Eight. I also represent Phoenix."
There was a pregnant silence after that, one which she made no motion to fill. What else was she supposed to say? Her hobbies? That she was a good person? She couldn't -- she knew the answer to neither. She could tell them her reasoning... resistance is futile... sacrifice the few to save the many. None would help her in this situation. So instead, she stayed silent, posture rigid as she stared stonily across the table.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 6:36 am
[E-13 entering from Metaevent ORP]
This was the third time he'd been teleported. He was starting to get used to it. When the guy in a cloak and a giant glowing scythe showed up, all he could think that at least it wasn't a horse. Probably.
"Damn, it's good to see you guys." E-13 said to E-10, E-1, E-7, and E-5. Especially with all the red and orange in the room. "Don't know how much good it is trying to cover it now."
He moved to the table and wrote Epsilon XIII on his paper. At least it looked like there wasn't going to be a free-for-all.
E-13 wasn't much for speeches. He cleared his throat anyway, standing up. Might as well get it over with. "I'm E-13. So most of you know me. And most of you'll be wanting to know what happened. With folks that answered that TASK message. So I'll tell you."
"They uh-" E-13 shook his head. This was the first his squad members had heard of it, so although he was speaking to everyone, he was talking mostly to them. "They called us to take care of this booby-trapped room. Test it manually, you know? 4 and 9...E-4 and E-9, our guys, got taken out first, they stepped on a landmine or something. 12 and 8 got crushed by the ceiling at the end. B-7, my guys'll remember her, the one in charge of the Blues was there too. She got poisoned. There were some other people I didn't recognize, sorry if they belonged to any of you folk, I didn't see what happened to them exactly. Anyway, they're all dead. I was the only one who made it." He looked around, nervous.
"They sent me through a door and I ended up here. ...Guess you saw the text that went out. And before that...well, I stabbed some folks, maybe, but I never raised a hand against another Epsilon. None of us pinks have, we've stuck together, all of us, since the start. ...Never stabbed anybody that didn't know it was coming, either. They all gave what they got."
E-13 sat down.
"That's all I got to say."
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 7:08 am
[Entering from ORP]
E7 frowned, he was twitching slightly, so it'd seem staring agape at the thing in the cloak. No weapons, there were team members and tons of other people. Oh this was not good.
"I have a bad feeling about this..." He muttered to his teammates. Obviously it was provided that there was a bad thing going on, "Traitor?" He shook his head and when E10 picked a seat E7 sat near him. Trying to keep the team together. Even at a table he was thinking Safety in numbers.
He took a piece of the paper wrote Epsilon VII on it much like E13 had. When it was his turn, he just stared for a second. "Well... I'm E7" He finally managed out, a bit overwhelmed at the number of people and the information E13 had just given out.
"I've tried to help my team the best I could... There was a giant pony that wanted us to fight each other, then he wanted us to kneel to him, he couldn't really figure out what he wanted us to do honestly. I didn't attack no one less they attacked me or my team mates first... just isn't right to attack someone who means you no harm..."
He frowned, "I'm a bit worried about these shadows though. I mean maybe I'm just paranoid... but I'd really like to get to know my team better and if the shadows can hurt us and we can't hurt them, and they kill a team mate I can't get to know them better."
He paused thinking, shook his head, "That's all." He sat quickly fidgeting with the paper he'd written on.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 8:27 am
[Entering from ORP]
It took E-1 a moment to comprehend what E-13 had told them. E-4, E-9, E-12, and E-8 were dead? But she'd just watched them laughing in the tent! When they'd disappeared, E-1 hadn't thought that would be the last time she might see them.
Stunned, she shakily scrawled her own moniker on a piece of paper. E-1. She pushed it toward the middle of the round table and stood up from where she'd taken a seat near her team-mates.
"I'm E-1." she started, woodenly. "When we'd first started fighting the stupid horse thing, one of the members of the other team attacked E-4. I know this- whatever this thing we're supposed to be doing is about survival, but I wanted our team to stick together. So I fought B-1 when the horse said it wasn't there to fight us, so I could help protect E-4."
E-1 took a breath, fighting not to cry, though she could hear her voice becoming strained.
"So, our team and the other team started fighting each other, and we managed to kill a couple of them, though E-3 was killed by that stupid horse. And then E-4 got the pendant from the horse, and most of us returned to our base. E-5 was patching us up when the text came. And I never got to say goodbye."
The last sentence ended on a squeak. E-1 sat down quickly and stared at the wood grain of the table, taking deep breathes and trying not to simply break down and sob.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 8:37 am
((Entering from ORP signup))
Theta Thirteen turned back to look for Five when a flash of light filled the world. His first thought was 'not again didn't this happen with the horse too?' Instead of a lasting fog though he found himself turning to look behind him in a classroom. At once he froze up. He wasn't invited into this room, he wasn't allowed, it was bad luck, really bad luck. His fingers started to squirm a little tapping against his leg as he glanced about finally staring at the stranger in addressing them all.
They signed up for this? This game? Did that count as an invite? Maybe he was invited by going towards the light. Still a verbal response would be nice. Nodding at Five he took a seat drumming his fingers on the table before scribbling a rough looking 'Theta' on his card.
"My name, is Theta 13." He paused for a moment looking around. "I uh, came here with Theta Five." At this he pointed towards the other Theta. "When we first arrived at the Island I made a plan to move towards the town and find someplace safe, he agreed to come along and has proven to hold his own well. I defended him when a few others attacked after fighting one of those horse demon things." He frowned a bit more, "I never killed anyone, just tried to knock a few people good for trying to hurt my partner."
Slumping in his seat he made sure not to mention what Five had found prior to coming to this room, if anything made him a traitor, saying that out loud would be it.
"Oh ah if someone doesn't mind, I just wana know, if I was invited to this room... I don't like going into uh places, that I wasn't invited into... bad omens and s**t..."
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