♣ { SIDE QUEST } The Caterpillar's Den

[Zoobey]

A little cake sits prettily atop a table. The invitation is clear, but will you take it?

If you are a true adventurer (or perhaps just a bit peckish at the moment or particularly inclined toward cakes in general) you most assuredly do. If the world happens to suddenly grow large, larger, massive around you (which it most assuredly does) then you can at least say it was a very good cake, indeed. A forest of grass now towers above you and merry flowers gossip well overhead. It is a bit of a predicament.

Smoke drifts around you, but in a most fortunate turn events, you find you are not on fire. The source instead comes from a great mushroom, fat with importance as it looms on high. A large figure, also fairly weighty in both form and manner, sits upon it. It is a caterpillar of sorts, and it gazes down on you with eyes that glow thoughtfully as it exhales great snaking wisps of smoke.

SIDE QUEST: The Caterpillar's Den:

Difficulty level: Easy

exclaim You can only complete this quest ONCE If you fail, you can continue trying UP TO THREE TIMES A DAY until you complete/ pass it! exclaim

Silence reigns as it continues to stare, rather rudely I'm afraid to admit, until it abruptly asks in a slow, lazy voice, "Who are YOU?" (Also rather rudely, it must be said.)

And that is such a very provoking question, now isn't it? Here you are on a perfectly good adventure, and along comes some fellow (and not a very pleasant one, at that) asking existential questions. A difficult one, because who are you, indeed? You are very small at the moment, but bigger you has so much more of you to offer. You are a dream you right now, does that make you less you or more you than waking you? Is the you today more than the you tomorrow? Was the you long ago more purely you, or is the you far in the future refined to the ultimate you? And how many yous are there, anyway? You have a distinct feeling that you are a number beyond counting and that this question might be extremely unfair.

Having had enough of your presence, minor though it may be, the caterpillar inhales deeply from its hookah and then exhales many great lungfuls until the world is obscured in smoke. Through it, you hear him intone, voice both languid and terse, "Find OUT."

The smoke clears are you find yourself in a room. Yourself is not the you who stood before the mushroom moments ago. You study the room and yourself before deciding that no, this is not the you who you are. You see a door across the room, a neon exit sign flashing above it.

Find Yourself

This Side Quest is purely RP.

Your character has stepped into a room that is:
(your choice)

• from their past
  
• from their possible future
  
• from an alternate universe, either one visited in canon or one you create yourself
  

They must cross the room and exit to leave, but something happens within it or catches their attention, which makes crossing and leaving anywhere from slightly difficult to tortuously hard. It can be an unhappy thing or a very joyous thing, or anything inbetween. These rooms may feature other ocs you've created for their lives, or even other player characters (though do ask permission first.)

They must cross three such rooms in order to exit to the Mirror Room.

You exit into a plain room with a single mirror, and who steps out of it but you. The Real You. One of you makes a gesture of challenge, to finally determine the you most yourself. And so you go on to fight yourself via a means of your own devising.

Defeat Yourself

The challenge can be a battle of wits, math, strength, an actual fight, or whatever sort of battle you feel most suits your character.

If they feel the real them is weak, or lesser, the dream version is victorious.
If they feel the real them is strongest, or greater, the dream version is defeated.

Quest Complete Reward:
The lesser you turns to smoke which swirls and condenses into a small cake with a tiny sugared mushroom set on top. It looks much more delectable than any cake made of smoke and failure really ought to, but perhaps it will set things to right once again.

The world shrinks around you, but not too much, and looking down you find that you are very much the you that is needed right now.

A you that is exactly correct.

For now.

You feel something stuck to the bottom of your shoe and are relieved to find that is not some embarrassing sort of tissue, but rather a card.

+ 1 level
+ 1 loot card you can redeem HERE

Bonus

If your character is an official shop character (aka: not a quest) roll 1d100. The two highest rolls will wake up (post event) holding a box which contains either a white key or a red key.

 

[Roxy_roxanna2]

Wonderland was turning out to be, well wonderful, except for a few rude trees and that last nasty memory at the lake. Still she could hardly complain because this entire experience was a far cry better than most she’d had. She paused and looked over at a very pretty little table with a lovely looking cake perched on it. Now that was just too tempting, if she hadn’t been so certain of how dreamy this all was she might not have reached for it, but she was, so she did.

She bit into the cake happily. “Mmm…mmm…Oooh…Oh!”

Looking up all she could do was gasp because everything was suddenly much larger, which made her suddenly much smaller. This was rather alarming, particularly considering that others about would not be so small.

Before she could work herself up over the possibility of someone stepping on her she found herself choking on smoke. She looked up at a rather large and imposing caterpillar. Its eyes were glowing and she waved a hand in front of her face with a pointed frown.

Apparently it didn’t get the message as it continued to merely stare at her and then it had the audacity to ask who she was! She felt the answer ready to slide off her tongue in the usual imperious way she introduced herself except the words stuck. Not because she forgot them but simply because here she wasn’t who she normally was. She was someone else all together, she was a hatter, a tree talker, a treasure hunter, but she was still herself wasn’t she? Her old self? Her waking self? She frowned and then gasped and was thrown into a coughing fit as she was engulfed in smoke and commanded to ‘Find OUT’

She waved her hands before her and the smoke cleared…

She stood in what appeared to be a throne room; it was beautiful with high arches and a long hallway. Grand double doors stood waiting for her on the other side and she started to walk towards them. Halfway across she heard the scuffling sound and turned to see what caused the commotion.

Her eyes went wide as she saw the king; he was being attacked, attacked by his own subjects. Her chest went tight and she found it hard to walk away, how would she walk away from this? The king obviously needed help could she just leave? This was not her king, but still she felt like the worst sort for turning her back. She had to though; she turned and ran the sound of battle behind her making every step away feel like a betrayal of the worst sort. She burst through the double doors into another room.

This bedroom was all too familiar, the vanity with it’s array of cosmetics and jewelry, and the beautiful glass rose in it’s vase. She started to walk across the room to the ornate door leading out when she saw him on the bed. He beaconed to her his arms open wide to enfold her in a loving embrace. His eyes glowed blue and she longed to lounge on the bed with him and enjoy a moment of peace. His white-feathered wings were bright against the dark covers and she stepped towards him. She paused; she was supposed to keep going wasn’t she? She was supposed to find out…find out who she was. Except maybe this was who she was, maybe she was supposed to stay here with him in this simple room.

No, she was more, this was a part of her, he was an important part of her, but she was more. She struggled to walk away, his expression turned forlorn and she stopped again. She had already failed him once, she’d left him once, how could she bear to do it again? She backed away slowly and then turned and bolted out the door with a cry.

She leaned against the door trembling and hoping this next room would be simple to walk across. She looked around slowly confused it looked like a laboratory; she walked through slowly and then frowned as she noticed the creatures in cages. Some just looked like large minipets, some looked like her fellow students in their natural form. Each one was trapped, it’s FEAR tamped down keeping it in locked up like an animal in a zoo. She shivered and walked through the lab very slowly; she wanted to be gone from this place but morbid curiosity made her want to know more.

She finally reached the door and touched the handle, but it wouldn’t budge. Panicked she tried again yanking at it until she noticed the small panel to one side. It needed a card swiped through; luckily she spotted a badge with the face of a smiling woman with long braided hair. She swiped the card, the door opened; she walked through never noticing the bloodstains on the back of the keycard.

This room was almost peaceful, it was a long dark hallway and at the very end was a beautiful ornate mirror. It allowed her to walk up and see herself full-length, hat and all. The mirror shimmered faintly and then she noticed her reflection was no reflection at all.

She stepped out of it, or not she, but her that was to say it was herself coming out of the mirror right towards her.

Confused and a concerned she moved to push the other her, this one wore an intricate black gown, her hair was perfect, she looked flawless. She didn’t budge though; she ignored the attempted shove and instead whipped out a fan and thwacked her with it.

Feeling faintly stunned she stepped back. “You don’t belong here.”

“Or maybe I belong here more than you?”

“No, this is my place, I’m the wonderful me.”

“But I’m obviously more wonderful than you could ever be.”

She was stunned and for a second she knew it was true, she would never be this perfect, this beautiful, this strong, or this poised. She was even witty and charming and…and just like her mother…she was cruel, she was vain, she was selfish, why did she want to come here? No! This wasn’t hers!

She glared at the other her and watched as she shivered and then became smoke, swirling, whirling, she condensed into a little cake with a sugary looking mushroom ontop.

How disturbing, but if eating cake had gotten her here, hopefully eating cake would get her out. She nibbled and watched as she regained some stature, she was herself and that was perfect. She was perfectly perfect just the way she was.

She relaxed and started to walk away pausing only to pull a card from the bottom of her boot.

MY STATS

My character's username: Unmentionable_Tamer
My character's level: 3
Character's HP: 30
Character's Job Class: Mad Hatter
Current party:
Current Guild:
Location:
Small IC description of character:
Voluptuous with golden eyes and black hair streaked with pink, this mad hatter is always grinning. Her coat and hat are black with gold trimming, she wears a red top and navy bottoms.
Character journal:[X]

 

[`Swirly]

Voided because I forgot to roll  

[`Swirly]

Finitay was really beginning to feel comfortable in this strange place… She had yet to deal with very many other people. In fact, the only talking she had done had been with trees and in all honesty she wasn’t overly sure that she could say that the trees had been talking or if she was just mildly insane. Lost in her own reverie, Finitay didn’t realize where she was until it was too late for her to turn back.

She was completely lost and there were…. Lights up ahead?

Squaring her shoulder she headed towards the lights, figuring that would explain to her where she was. A frisson of fear ran up her spine as the lights began to click/flash, click/flash the way a camera would and her heart rose up into her throat almost painfully at the realization that she was at the beginning of an insanely long runway. Oh god, no. Looking down at herself she nearly whimpered to see that her clothing had changed to become scandalously skimpy. Only bunny ears on her head and a fluffy bunny tail on her backside had stayed the same.

The click/flash continued and the hush in the crowd became deafening. They were waiting. They wanted her to walk the catwalk. She couldn’t do it, she couldn’t just parade in front of these people and when Finitay tried to back up she pushed against a solid wall. There was no way out.

Nausea, thick and heavy, rolled in her stomach as she took off in a run the click/flash, click/flash speeding up with her pounding footsteps and when she reached the end of the runway and burst through the door her heart nearly exploded that she had entered another level of terror.

This time? She was standing beside someone as they read a review for the line of clothing she had just opened and they shredded her to pieces. Calling the clothing backwards, calling it hideous, calling HER talentless. The doorway to god-only-knew where was through the crowd of heckling haters and with tears streaming down her cheeks Finitay marched through them. She hated it here. Hated it.

Hoping for a reprise on the other side of the door Finitay came face to face with her mother and the lecture of a lifetime on her failures in the family. Her failures at all things. Bolting, unable to handle more of this she shoved her way through yet another doorframe and came up short. This next room was simple, only a one mirror.

Afraid of what would be in the reflection, Finitay hesitantly moved forward and touched what almost looked like herself in the mirror. The other, similar Finitay, was wearing a fabulous dress…. Hair up in a sophisticated style, a smudge of charcoal on her cheek, and the most satisfied smile on her face. The sketch book the other Finitay held was cuddled to the other’s chest and with that smile still in place the sketch book was flipped over to harshly written words, “Own What You Are; Please Yourself.”

Staring at the sketchpad for an indeterminate amount of time, Finitay nodded carefully and squared her shoulders. It was time for her to battle her own inner demons to become the demoness that lurked inside. Bring it. Exiting the room she jolted as everything became familiar again and she lifted her foot to pull a card off of the bottom of her shoe. Oh; another of these?

OOC

My character's username: Finitay
My character's level: 2
Character's HP: 30
Current party:
Current Guild:
Location:
Small IC description of character:

Fire engine red hair, all the way down to her knees with braids of random thickness throughout. Vivid blue eyes, upturned nose, stubborn chin, and a pair of bunny ears precariously on her head.

Character journal: here

 

[kuumeii]

Cake.

r3d stood over it with an eyebrow lifted. Of all things she had come across, cake had never been a really high priority anywhere on her list. It might have even been one of the furthest things from her mind. But perhaps it was poisoned? What if some poor other fool had come across it? That wouldn't do at all. Of all deaths poison was one of the dumbest ways to die. Shaking her head she took a small bit of it and put it into her mouth.

Beh, sugar.

She cringed and shook her head, moving to take a step when she halted, suddenly realizing the table was far from her. "..." There was little time to react before she she heard the words. Immediately she was back into a defensive position, wishing terribly that she had managed to fashion some sort of weapon out of something. "What does it matter to you?" She answered in response to his question, crossing her arms over her chest. There was a glare but it was met quickly with the terse response. She coughed at the smoke and rolled backwards and straight into a wall.

A room?

r3d blinked and turned around. Suddenly she was feeling outside of herself. The idea that she didn't know who she was? A glimpse of a nightmare found her again and she felt a shiver down her back. She growled and shook her head, looking back to the surrounding area. "...What?" The cold shiver came back. The area around her was well-lit and a breeze moved through it. It was a home she had known so very long ago. "It can't..." Across from her was the door with neon signs and she frowned. Of course it wasn't - how could it be?

On the walls were adornments she'd created and the proof of her young kills. Outside the breeze came through nearby trees and it smelled sweet and nostalgic. It pulled at her heart as she neared the other door. Her hand was near the door and she stopped, a voice rising over the wind. "..." She turned, her gaze glued to one of the windows in the room. "Mother...?" Her hushed voice fell over her ears, a name rising over the wind again - her name. Hesitation moves through her as her hand rests back on the handle. The sound of her voice is a reminder. An embrace, a spar... a lecture.

r3d bit her lip and shoved herself onward, feeling another bitter loss back down in her core.

A sigh escaped her lips, but the view was hollow and her eyes narrow. It was another place she had known. It was not her own but a place she knew very well. There was a smell of freshly cooked meat and spices. The room was cluttered with scrolls and weapons and she moved forward. The door ahead was similar with the neon lighting. This time she couldn't move. Leaning against the door was a familiar sight.

Another sigh escaped her. Seeing her mentor's hut in this state, as it always had been growing up put a hole in her heart that seemed to get bigger as she regarded the weapon stashed next to the door. The spear was the one she had used in her final trial. Walking a few steps she picked it up, looking over it and feeling the wood in her hands. For the first time in a long while a smile appeared on her face. The warrior had practiced with that spear from dawn until dusk. Nostalgia was creeping over her and she looked at it again.

Something wasn't quite right...

r3d turned it over in her hand and she stopped, a vision of a broken spear in her hands. In a sudden reflex the spear was out of her hands and clattering across the floor. Somewhere the fleeting hope that her mentor might open the door and enter were gone and she solemnly looked at the room again. The fleeting hope was enough to make her push through and into the next room.

Her eyes were closed, she did not want to see what was around her. It was quiet wherever it was and she opened an eye. Much to her surprise it was where she lived now. The room was cluttered with weapons and new adornments. Her bed looked as if she never slept in it. "..." For a moment she felt that it had to be a mistake, there was nothing here that would keep her. Quickly she moved to the other room, tired of the tricks and the lies.

"Hey."

A voice rang out and she stopped, turning with widened eyes. Bright, yellow eyes returned the gaze while the gleam of white hair stared back at her. She felt herself pale at the sight. There he was, sitting in her windowsill with that look on his face. "Senga." Her voice was hollow and her mouth felt dry. His eyes were bright and they regarded her again and he pushed off of the windowsill. "How about a rematch?" He said, in the way he often had.

Her body was shaking and she shook her head. "No, I mean... no, you can't be here right now." All she had known was that he had died with the rest of them. Was this a prank? A cruel joke? The visage of her brother moved towards her, his head cocked to one side and that smirk on his face again. "Stop!" She found herself shouting, glaring at him with a seething anger of confusion. "You're not here, are you?" The ever strong warrior shook her head. This is how it was supposed to be, right?

"Spar with me. I'm sure I can beat you. Or we can start here."

His voice was sandpaper on her ears and she shook her head violently, her red hair a mess over her face. How long had it been? Before everything they would spar a lot and she would watch him try to best her over and over again. Never succeeding but never giving up either. Would it be so wrong to have it now? r3d stared with her green eye with a sorrowful look. A hand reaching up towards him. He was here, she could touch him and then life could return to a bit of normalcy. That bit of emotion long lost could be rekindled...

No. A voice rang out in her head and she painfully tore her hand away from him, moving back. "That time is done." The thought was brought to life by her words and the gaze turned from sorrow to anger, like a dagger. So many things she wanted to say but none that could satisfy her. Instead she made a rush for the door, grabbing the handle and shoving her body through, slamming it shut behind her while she took in a few deep breaths.

"What... is all this?" She finally asked. In such little time the normally calm and collected warrior was seeing bits and pieces of her life that she had longed for. What had she done? A growl escaped her and she looked forward. This room was not one she had known and she blinked at the sight of herself. "Hm?" Warily she took a few steps, still frazzled from the previous room.

A mirror?

"Not quite." A shrill voice responded, the shape had changed as it stepped out of the mirror. The view of her was what she looked like normally. Not in the strange clothes she currently wore. The other her was stronger, stood taller and stared with those deep, disapproving eyes. She spoke not a word but in her hand was a familiar blade - a kopis blade. Adrenaline dipped back into her body and she was on edge. How could there be another her?

"I am the real me." The reflection continued. "You are nothing but a shell." The blade was raised towards her face. "I cannot allow you to exist."

r3d blinked and moved into a fighting position. Whatever it was made her angry just by the sight. The real her? There had never been anyone but herself. As she was trapped in her thoughts the other her didn't waste any time, rushing in with blade drawn, attacking her. There was barely a moment to react and she jumped back just in time. Propelled by wings the reflection lept at her with a powerful scream, the blade reaching further.

"No!" She felt herself shout, feeling the sharpness of the blade on her skin, skidding to the side and kicking. The two exchanged blows but there was something so surreal about it. The sound of steel swishing in the air was both exciting and aggravating as it was not her own. As the two continued she finally could see an opening and rushed at the other...

...only to find the sting of herself flattened onto the ground as the reflection stood overhead, sword at her throat. "You could never be me." A cruel voice rang out. "Meek, small... without conviction you can only be what you fear. A failure." The word stung more than the wound and she heard it echo as the world around her began to fade away again.

Moments later she was standing again, looking around in confusion. Hadn't she lost? Why was she still alive? A concerned gaze looked around the area as it had seemed she'd regained her lost height. Slowly she took a step and felt a crunch, lifting up her boot to see a card under it. Shakily she took it, shoving it away and glaring back to the cake. "I don't care what it says. I'm me." She said towards it. With that she stormed off while her emotions swirled like a storm within her.

"I never did like sweets."

MY STATS

My character's username: r3dkill
My character's level: 3
Character's HP: 30/30
Character's Job Class: Gryphon
Current party: None
Current Guild: None
Location: [Catterpillar's Den]
Small IC description of character: r3dkill (aka r3d) appears as a woman with long, red hair peaking out from her Gryphon hat, wearing a red and black version of the normal class uniform. Feathers stick out of her hat and she has piercing green eyes.
Character journal: [r3dkill log]

 

[Kaiyumi]

This place was just full of suspicious things, wasn't it? Mysterious voices telling her to do things, an invisible cat asking for riddles, and now this lone cake that someone was very obviously expecting for her to eat. Honestly, Nightbloom felt a little dumb for doing what they (whoever "they" was) wanted, but it seemed to be the only way for her to proceed forward. With that in mind, she took a bite of the cake, immediately feeling its effects overtake her.

...Oh dear, not this again. Did all the food in this place have magical growing or shrinking abilities? She couldn't say that she was at all surprised by what had happened, but still.

Before she could make any more mental complaints about being tiny again, she was promptly distracted by the smoke that was billowing in her direction. Immediately lifting to shield her nose and mouth, Nightbloom turned to frown at the source of the smoke, only to perk up upon realizing that there was...a caterpillar...smoking...

...? This place really was pretty odd.

And why wasn't he--he? She couldn't tell--saying anything? Just as she opened her mouth to speak, the caterpillar finally broke the silence, only for his inquiry to startle her back into muteness. Uh, what? If he had wanted her name, then there would have been better ways to go about it--

--Oh no, apparently that wasn't what he wanted. Clearly what he desired had something to do with this room that she had suddenly and quite magically been transported to. With nowhere to go but forward, she started her way forward towards the door at the end of the room.

Just as she was about halfway through, the ghoul suddenly froze as she felt a presence behind her. Hadn't she just been alone? Holding her breath, she turned slowly, only to find herself surprised to find not some creepy creature as she had expected, but a younger version of herself and her parents. Although she had come to have a sort of strained relationship with them once she hit her teens, she had been quite close to them as a child. Standing by quietly, she watched her parents grasp at her younger self's hands, gently swinging the little ghoul between them. Hit by a pang of nostalgia, her lips parted as if she wanted to say something, but then she promptly pressed them shut. There was no point in speaking to apparitions, right? Especially when they were simply reflections of the distant past.

Gaze lingering, she gave a sharp shake of her head before forcing herself to continue onwards. Making it through the first door, she was none too pleased to find herself in yet another room. The apparition was already in the middle of the room, but this time, there was no warmth or fuzzy feelings. The figure that stood--or rather, lay--in the middle of the room was clearly and older version of herself, and yet she somehow managed to look smaller. She was thin and gaunt, her hair hanging in limp strands around her face. Standing above her was a figure, and although Nightbloom could not make out their features, their white and gold jacket was enough of an indication to tell her what they were.

She could feel herself freeze. Her parents and younger self in the last room hadn't noticed her--would this hunter somehow see her? Although the logical answer was no, Nightbloom suddenly found the air to be a little stifling, her breath coming out in short, panicked pants. There was no good standing around here, so if she wanted to get past, she would have to sneak around.

For all she knew, sneaking was completely unnecessary, but she did it anyways. Breathing out a sigh of relief when she made it through, the ghoul headed into the next room, immediately taken aback by the lavish figure that greeted her. That was--a king? The Red King?

And not just her, but her companions and friends too. How happy she looked to be standing amidst her people, dressed in fine silk and beautiful, brocaded robes. For a moment, Nightbloom found herself wondering what it would be like to be in such a place of power--to rule over others, to protect them and to fight alongside them--but then she shook her head. She wasn't really the type, was she? Perhaps the Red King was capable of such things, but not her.

Hurrying into the final room, she jumped back upon seeing movement, only to realize that the source was the mirror that had captured her reflection. Clutching at her chest, she had been about to breath a sigh of relief when her reflection promptly stepped out at her, hands balled into fists that were raised in front of her.

Immediately realizing what her other self wanted, Nightbloom lifted her own fists in turn, pressing her lips into a thin line. There was a moment of tension, and then she lunged forward, deciding to make the first move.

Her other self dodged, retaliating with a punch of her own that just barely missed hitting Nightbloom. Gritting her teeth, the Cheshire Cat kicked out her leg in an attempt to catch her opponent in the shin and incapacitate her, only for her attack to miss.

For the next minute, the two ghouls continued to go at it, attempting to land hits on one another while the other smoothly dodged. All of that training that they had gone through was finally starting to show, and although the fight may have started with the intention of fighting until one of them was suitably beaten, the main desire now was simply to land a hit.

And land a hit one of them did--the mirror self faked a punch, abruptly swinging her knee up and into Nightbloom's stomach. Staggering backwards, the ghoul gasped for breath, her eyes watering. As she sharply looked up at her reflection through teary eyes, she found that her other self had already disappeared. She--Nightbloom--had lost.

After taking a moment to recover, the ghoul continued onwards until she found the second cake. Although she had been a little dejected by her loss, her spirits lifted as she grew back to her original size. Even if she had lost, that didn't really matter, did it? Who was a caterpillar to tell her who she was?

Feeling a little better, she took a step forward--only to pause to remove the card that had stuck to the bottom of her shoe--and then went back to exploring.

OOC

My character's username: Nightbloom
My character's level: 5
Character's HP: 30
Current party: N/A
Current Guild: N/A
Location:
Small IC description of character: Nightbloom is a petite girl with pink-tinged white hair. She has a pair of black cat ears and dons a light blue-lined black coat, while her scarf and tail are both white.
Character journal: Here

 

[chiickadee]

All she did was take a bite of cupcake. She needed to stop being such a glutton, apparently, because now the room was growing huge- or she was tiny...

Honestly with all this size shifting, she wasn't sure anymore. It was getting a bit jumbled.

What room was it though? She saw blinking lights, heard the low hum of machines. It seemed to be a relatively empty room, but like something out of a sci-fi novel. She blinked a few times, then took a few steps towards the window. Looking outside, she gasped as her vision was swathed with interstellar beauty.

"It's great, isn't it?"

NotAllan whipped around at the sound, only to be greeted with herself ... but not. Sinewy golden hair swirled around light pale cheeks. Two deathly blue eyes stared back at her, but oddest of all was a dark black cloak that covered the entire being.

"Okay... and you are?"

"You don't even know your own face?" the figure chuckled, removing the hood to reveal the likeness of Chel before she'd dyed her hair and acquired horns.

"Freaky."

The response she was given was the sound of a lightsaber unsheathing, bright blue and poised to kill.

NotAllan fumbled at her belt, finding a similar lightsaber. Hers, however, was pink. "Mine's a lot pretty, I think," she said snarkily.

The figure rushed at her, the clash of their lightsabers meeting with electric static and space noises. They were locked in a duel for the ages, a battle of battles.

"You know, this is kind of-" she spun, clashing the lightsabers together once more, "-Weird."

"I know the feeling."

Once again, they met, but this time NotAllan overpowered Chel, knocked her to the ground. Just when she thought she had the blonde girl, Chel whipped her legs out and retaliated with a backflip to regain her stance. "Alright ... that was cool," she wheezed from the ground, fighting to stand up.

One last time they clashed their lightsabers together, and this time Chel went down for good. "Alright, alright. You've bested me, young padawan."

NotAllan scowled at the insult of being called a padawan when she was CLEARLY a master senpai jedi warrior knight champion, but her ego wasn't so easily bruised. "But where does that leave you?"

That, NotAllan was unsure of. Before she could ask Chel what she meant, the figure disappeared into smoke, changing back into a tiny cake. This time, NotAllan decided she was done with cake for the day.

She noticed a card stuck to the bottom of her shoe. Well. That was one way to end the day.

OOC

My character's username: NotAllan
My character's level: 5
Character's HP: 30
Current party: n/a
Current Guild: n/a
Location: ???
Small IC description of character: A girl with demonic horns, ridiculous sunset hair and star clips in her hair. She's a gryphon and looks pretty ridiculous.
Character journal: here

 

[Huni Pi]

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MY STATS

My character's username: fouof
My character's level: 2
Character's HP: 30
Character's Job Class: Mad Hatter
Current party: None
Current Guild: None
Location: Catterpillar's Den
Small IC description of character: Blonde, lightly tanned, wearing the black and gray Mad Hatter clothing. Eyes are never visible.
Character journal: fouof

Cake wasn't something to be turned down, fouof knew that. She would have preferred to save some for later if possible. But alas, once consumed, the remaining share crumbled to nothing. And then everything changed.

If it was a staring contest this caterpillar wanted, it was a staring contest it would get. But the questions, oh the questions, they were numerous and came with no answer. She heard the boom of the caterpillar, choked on the thick smoke to find herself elsewhere... else-when.

Bare walls, a simple cot, simple end tables, a simple desk. Dime-a-dozen, uniformed, devoid of personality. And yet... and yet she knew it was hers. Or it would be hers. There was a silence to the room that was familiar and seemed to extend from her. It was comforting rather than stifling.

But she knew she shouldn't stay. She had to leave and she was about to until she noticed the simple desk was not empty. It had several folders, all stamped classified, neatly stacked.

Whose files were those? She had to know what was inside! No, no, yes, but, she couldn't. She can't. She shouldn't.

A cough from behind had fouof turning, the tails of her coat silently swaying after behind her. No one there? She didn't want to stick around to find out and she bolted. Down the hall, where numerous traps snagged and clamped and burned and clawed.

Odd how she felt no pain, how no matter how much she ran, she wasn't out of breath. But she didn't think of it much, not when she was trying to shake off the pursuing droids.

Ducking into a side room that led her to a library, fouof tried to catch her breath. The trembling of the floorboards told her she couldn't leave. Not yet. Too many guards. Too difficult the security measures. Damn it. She'd have to wait it out and hope no one noticed her hiding spot.

Again, a cough. She was on her feet, hat off her head ready to pull out a weapon but she paused. Standing there was a mirror? No, because who it was standing before her was not her.

But it was her. Wasn't it?

A slight c**k of the other's head, the tiniest quirk of a lip's corner. Hands disappeared into the depths of their hats.

The other pulled out a whistle.

She pulled out nothing.

fouof saw what the other could do with the whistle. But somehow, she did not seem worried. She only smiled and placed her hat atop her head, confident on her victory.

The other looked confused and raised the whistle to her lips. The instant it touched she froze. The whistle faded, the other shrank into a cake, and fouof popped it into her mouth.

Never draw attention to yourself if you can help it.

And she was herself again. The right size. The right shape. All she needed to be at that moment. The card stuck to her shoe was retrieved and tucked away for later.

Exit  

[robot kitten]

OOC

My character's username: Skele_Woofie
My character's level: 3
Character's HP: 30
Current party:
Current Guild:
Location: Caterpillar's den
Small IC description of character:
Skele_Woofie has tan skin, with the right half his face looking slightly paler, and blak wolf ears and tail. His right arm and leg are skeletal;(You can't see them due to the heavy clothes but they are there and look thinner than the left). His left eye is gold and right eye is an empty socket. Longish black hair that's shaved on the right side. His hands and feet are "paws" though they are still covered in gloves/boots that match the paw shape

Character journal: here

From the Lake, Skele_Woofie wandered further along the path until, oddly enough, he found a table with some cake on top of it.
While he wasn’t that fond of cake, maybe this one was tastier? So he gave it a bite, and,,., okay. It was decent. He shrugged and was about to move on when all of a sudden everything began to grow! He stood blinking and staring around him for a bit before sneezing, as smoke crept by his nose.

“Yuk, turn that thing off!” He said in annoyance to the overly large caterpillar. He did not like fire and here was some stupid bug smoking I in the middle of a forest! How dense could one get?

But instead all id di was stare at him rudely and then ask “Who are YOU?”

Skele_Woofie growled at him, “Someone who wants you to put out that fire!” His mind shed away from the question. He still didn’t know. Was he someone different than the person he’d been before his death, or was he the same just half dead?

The bug apparently could read minds because the next question came out in a puff smoke, the voice both languid and terse, "Find OUT."

Skele_Wooie coughed and waved his hand to clear out the smoke that wisps about hi. He stopped and stared at his hand.
It was a hand! Not bone! He looked over himself; this was him... him from the past! The past he couldn’t remember… His tail wagged happily, maybe there will be memories from this time here? He thought hopefully.

Across from him, as he was now in a room (dream logic?) was a sign saying exit. He started across to it but found his eyes, and feet, drawn towards one corner that held a box. Opening it, he saw his skull pin… the item he’d been given upon entry to the school. Below that were books, his books and notes from class. Random things he’d found and kept since he’d started school…. They were his things from now… not the past. He looked at his hands, both real and alive, and then back at the box. Which was him? The undead of now or the living wolf of the past? He stood up and stumbled away towards the exit. Which was it? Why’d he eat that stupid cake and get dragged down here to have an existence crisis?

The doors leads to another room, again with a sign on the opposite side. But here there were people; the people that called him family. The people he had no memories of…. They called out and waved him over, all smiles and happy. His father, the man who always looked guilty when he looked at him, smiled and laughed. They all looked happy and welcomed him in without any barriers! He took a step towards them, wanting to be a part of that, but stopped himself. This... this wasn’t him. Maybe they had been happy like that before he died, but they weren’t like that now… He turned his back on them and felt tears slide from his eyes as he ran from that room. It was too painful; he’d never get that in life!

This room was bad. He shivered as he entered it, all wet and damp and clinging. Water lapped at his feet, pulling them down into where there should have been floor. He yelped and tried to cross the room hurriedly, but all he did was get pulled ever deeper. Fear touched his heart, and his breath came in gasps, it was the nightmare all over again! The stupid thing that plagued him ever since he awoke with no memories!
Maybe… maybe if I cross slowly, he thought as he tried to get his fear under control. Go slow and steady. So he crawled across the wet slimy floor until he reached the edge of the room and climbed out of the water, soaking and shivering.

Will this end already? I don’t like this at all. He thought as he wrung his clothes and tail out before stepping through the latest door. There he was. That was him, half dead, with skeletal arm and leg. Snarling.. yeah, I do snarl a lot don’t I? He thought with a smile as he faced off against himself.

“I’m not you!” The real him shouted. Skele_Woofie nodded.

“No you aren’t. This is the past me. What we looked like. But.. you’re what we are. What we are right now.” The real him stopped and starred.

“Wha-??”

“All the pain, all those blank memories? I guess they make us, us… All the bad and the good right?” He thought on the rooms he'd passed through: the current, the past, and what had been in between.

“Well…” The real him scrunched his face up in thought. “Yeah… makes sense. But you .. you had happy times All I ever got was distrust ad pity from the pack!!”

“Yeah… and maybe... maybe we can learn and not be so angry and have happy times in the future right? Make more memories to replace what we lost? If we can be proud of who we are.. than the pack can be proud of us.” The dream him smiled, “Why should they be proud of us when we aren’t proud of us?”

“Oh… Hadn’t thought of it that way.” The real him looked across at the dream him “So.. what now?”

“Um.. one of us goes.. poof?”

“Ah… Which one?” They stared at each other for a while before the dream started to dissolve.

“Guess I’ll go, cause I’m not the real one, you are.”

Skele_Woofie stared at the him he’d just been who was now vanishing into smoke to leave behind a cake. Well, this had been a learning experience.

“I’ll try my best.” He said to the him he’d just been and was no longer as he picked up the cake and ate it, hoping that since cake started this, cake should end it. He found the world around him shrink until he was normal sized again, or at least normal in relation to the area around him. Guess I’m me, that’s all. He thought as he started to walk off. Something was stuck to his show though, and when he pulled it off, he smiled. More loot.

Quest complete

+1 Level, +1 Loot Card

 

[Cheekiebirdiee]

He found himself alone with a cake and a little confused as to how. But never the less he was hungry enough to step closer and look the cake over. It didn't seem strange, smelled fairly decent and even looked as if it might be a favorite flavor. Taking a bite he freezes in place as the world suddenly grows larger. Or perhaps him smaller? At the moment it was hard to tell. At least until his gaze met the forest grass. Yep, he had been the one to shrink indeed. Annoyed he looked around for something to aid him in returning to the normal size.

As his glance shifted he noted a cloud of smoke drifts around him, nothing was on fire, or at least he wasn't so the course was mysterious at least until he followed the tail to the top of a giant mushroom. Eyeing the caterpillar a top the mushroom he scowls, "could you please blow that else where creature?" He snarls not in the mood for its play. Though he had questioned he was only met with one, and a rude one that has his own attitude kicking up.

"Wait-!" As the world filled with smoke once more before he could figure out who he was, he was in a place he didn't know. So many riddles were making his head spin, this was not a good place for someone of his temperament. Stay cool he told himself as he peered around the room wondering who he was if he wasn't himself. He was not this, not small by any means and so when an 'exit' came into view he went for it, rushing towards the exit only to find the world turning around him.

In moments he was in his room, HIS room, at home. Not his dorm room but his room. The boil froze, staring around at all the pictures on the wall, the discarded bird cage on his crystal dresser. It was hard not to just kill over on his bed and sleep, everything felt so real, right. Like home should, like where he belonged and yet. Looking up ne noticed the sign again and shook his head. It wasn't right. This was not the real him, he didn't belong here, not here and not now. Rushing with a hesitance he moved towards the door again.

But just before reaching it the room swirled again this time a voice coming along with it. "Where do you think you are going? " No. Not again. Just as in his exam he turned and faced his father. A pain of guilt stabbing his chest as the demon held up two golems. Wait. those golems. Spinar started to look at the room now, realizing it was the past. The day he had broken his fathers most prize possession, or well in his fathers words, on a prank. The day he felt the chill of a real cold shoulder. "Get back here for your punishment." A step back was taken as his pale blues wavered. His mind swam and for a moment the dream felt to real, real enough that he felt himself shake. "No.." He replied, tone low at first but getting firmer, "NO!" It was an accident, he wouldn't be punished twice. Not now, not ever. Turning he ran once more, this time feeling as if he had gotten a bit further towards the exit.

The next room he was thrust in had his jaw agape. It was the red kingdom, it was him and it was...her. Rosy and himself, not, not him. That wasn't him. He wouldn't be kissing her so tenderly he wouldn't be so lovely dovey! He wouldn't it just wasn't him. "Why not?" He asked himself and on a snort he replied, "because that's NOT me," the red him shook his head and sighed, "but I am you." On a growl he turned his back on the pair and pushed ahead, pausing before easily exiting the room, "No, no you are not." He refused.

As things seem to clear up they only got weirder. Now in a Mirror Room of such he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose chanting out into the room. "Just wake up, just wake up." This dream was already most annoying showing him things like this, why would he want to stay any longer. The plain room seemed to get more interesting though when the mirror came to life and out he stepped. Really? Another him. Was this what that annoying bug meant when he asked who he was? Spinar could admit he was in a bit of an identity crisis but this was ridiculous way for his subconscious mind to deal wasn't it?

This was out of control he had to break the mirror and escape this crazy nightmare. "Come on me, lets see who's the better us." The other simply smirked before they locked into a rather heated battle. After a few swipes of his claw the lesser him fell and dissipated, turning into a smoke then a cake. Cake. More cake, no thank you... but. Maybe this one was the key, you know if you have YOUR cake and eat it too or something? Spinar snorted then reached down and took a bite only to see the world start to shrink around him. This size was more proper, this was a good him.

Taking a step to get the heck away from here he pauses, feeling something on the bottom of his shoe. "What the..." Pulling his foot up he sees a card, peeling it off on a smirk. Very nice.

OOC

My character's username:FlukeFiend
My character's level: 3
Character's HP: 30
Current party:
Current Guild:
Location:
Small IC description of character: A silver haired, male white rabbit with pale blue eyes.


Character journal: here

 

[Melodine Cantus]

For some odd reason, Sealed found herself staring at a cake.

She was never one for particularly sweet things. She certainly enjoyed it every now and then, however, and she found herself curiously inching towards the little slice and popped it into her mouth.

Instant. Regret.

...Well not really, it was, most assuredly, a very tasty cake. But the world around her started growing and she simply stayed rooted in her position, with a very unamused expression on her face. Even the grass started shooting above her, and the flowers seemed to be giants looming over her form. "What a predicament." Sealed grumbled, waving her hand around to get rid of the smoke that was starting to surround her.

She soon realized that it came from a huge mushroom, and an ever larger caterpillar sitting upon it that breathed out the smoke. A few coughs erupted from her tiny form as she glared up at the insect, as it gave her an equally dirty look.

"Who are YOU?" It drawled, rudely blowing another wisp of smoke right into her face.

A curse word erupted from her as both her hands swatted at the invasive smoke and glared up at it... but found that she could not answer. Who was she, indeed? Mini sealed? Tiny little dream sealed that was stuck in this situation with an extremely rude caterpillar that had some serious smoking problems? But she was so much more than that, wasn't she? So much more bigger, certainly, and she could have easily squashed the caterpillar a few minutes ago.

"Look, I..." She opened her mouth to retort, finally mustering up the strength after pushing her doubts to the side. Unfortunately, she was greeted with smoke, much more smoke that engulfed that both. "Hey, stop it!"

"Find OUT." It said tersely.

"Hey, don't give me orders, you idiotic pile of--"

...Where in the devil did it go? The grass and the flowers looming above her had disappeared, and so did that giant mushroom and that insufferable caterpillar. It wasn't just that. She was now clothed in greys and furs, instead of the blues she had once wore. Sealed found herself wanting to yell out choice expletives directed at the caterpillar, but realized that the walls of the room were dark and rocky. Bubbles came out of her mouth as she breathed, and it felt as though she was floating... no. Swimming. She was underwater.

There was a cauldron there, bubbling in the middle of the room. A large black cauldron, sitting on a bed of what she surmised was magical fire, for it certainly crackled away merrily without paying any heed to its aquatic surroundings. Smoke hissed from the mouth of the cauldron, and she found herself backing away from it and making her way towards the door.

"Leaving so soon?" A sultry voice interrupted her thoughts, and she looked back to see a creature emerging from the darkness, tentacles waving about lazily. She found herself stiffening, kicking her way towards the exit sign, desperate to get out of here.

"Didn't you want to be fixed?" The witch purred, a tentacle grasping a ladle to stir the contents of the cauldron. Two other appendages reached out for her and she turned and swam, and grasped the handle of the door.

She found herself caught in choppy waves, a storm brewing over her head. She was certainly smaller, and much younger, and gasping as the waves washed over her head, restricting her vision. The exit had to be somewhere about here, right?

"Marzena!" Someone yelled from the shore, and her attention was drawn to a brunette that looked oddly familiar, tugging on the arm of a male as he dragged her away.

A fierce instinct kicked into her and she wanted desperately to swim towards the beach and save that lady, but the waves pushed her back, hindering her progress.

Thunder boomed in the sky, and she finally saw the exit. But the woman was still calling out to her, and she found that tears were streaking down her face as she accepted her fate and swam towards the exit instead.

Another room.

It was not filled with water here as it was in the previous rooms, but the floor certainly felt sticky as she entered.

She looked down to find that her boot was drenched in dark red, and there were splatters of blood everywhere. She clapped her hand to her mouth, but stopped midway, staring in horror at the dagger clenched in her palm. And blood. So much blood, sticky and wet and it smelled like metal and rotting flesh. Underneath all the blood was white and silver; long gloves that reached up her arms, a silver brooch that clasped a white furred cape to her shoulders.

"You have to stop this." Someone said. It was the voice of a male, this time, and she turned to see a man that looked uncannily familiar. He was dressed in the same colors as she was, except that none of it barring his boots were tinged in blood. "Please. This is not the way."

Behind him, she could see the exit sign flashing.

"I can help you." He said softly, grasping her arm as she started to walk forward, to end this all. His gloves turned red at the touch, and she yanked herself out of his grasp.

"Marzena, please!" He started towards her and she broke into a run, discarding her cloak behind her. He was closing the gap between them, but she was certainly faster, and reached the door before he could catch her and--

There was no more blood. Only white. Searing, blinding white, and with only a single mirror facing her.

Her reflection stepped out of the mirror. No, she supposed. It wasn't the right word to call that a reflection, not when it was her real self. It looked closest to the one she had been in the first room, swathed in furs and dirty grey, but the blond hair had been replaced with a dark oily blue, cropped short.

"You are not me." The real her said. "You are nothing, and I will prove it to you."

Clear waters spread out before them as the real her gestured forward, and they found themselves standing at a sandy shore, the waves lapping peacefully at their feet.

A swimming competition. Of course.

She found herself nodding, because what choice did she have? She had to agree, she had to fight, even if she knew that real her had the utmost confidence in her abilities.

A whistle blew in the distance and they both dived into the water.

She found that her tail was a hindrance as she desperately paddled forward. She wasn't even sure where her competitor was as she tried her best to swim, and turned the bend around the rock and made her way back towards the shore.

The real her was already there, as she pulled herself out of the water, panting.

"I knew it." The real girl said, watching her as she dissolved into smoke and shrinking, turning into the very same cake that she had eaten to get into this mess. Except there was a mushroom on top, and she could only suck in a deep breath as she hedged her bets and popped it into her mouth.

And she was tiny no longer, and her exact same size.

It also seemed there was something on her shoe, and Seal almost hoped that it was that darned caterpillar, but found a card instead.

Well.

OOC

My character's username: sealed
My character's level: 4
Character's HP: 30
Current party:
Current Guild:
Location:
Small IC description of character: sealed is a surly looking cheshire cat all decked out in blue, her tail ringed with black stripes. Her hair is a light blond color and is of medium length, just past her shoulders.


Character journal: here

 

[Melodine Cantus]

GAIA ATE MY ROLL

i hope this is ok

OOC

My character's username: sealed
My character's level: 4
Character's HP: 30
Current party:
Current Guild:
Location:
Small IC description of character: sealed is a surly looking cheshire cat all decked out in blue, her tail ringed with black stripes. Her hair is a light blond color and is of medium length, just past her shoulders.


Character journal: here

 

[Alicia Firestar]

Cake! Millie loved cake! Picking it up with her hand, she stuffed as much of it as she could in her mouth.

It's not like anyone else was around to judge how she ate... the world was getting bigger.

Great job. She chided herself. This is like when you ate the icing in the land of joy.

Smoke rose around her ankles and she panicked, trying to see if the back of her long dress had caught on fire.

Following the smoke, her eyes caught the source. A large, fat caterpillar smoking a hookah.

"Who are YOU?" it asked rudely.

As Millie was caught up in how to answer its question, it exhaled large amount of smoke and ordered, "Find OUT."

She felt.. not herself. She was still herself but it was certainly odd. A door with an exit sign appeared as the smoke cleared.

Well, this was as good of an invitation as any.

As she crossed the room, she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. As she turned her head, A very victorian version of her waved at her.

"Hey." It offered a friendly greeting. "Remember me?"

"Of course I remember you. You're me." she answered. "Or maybe you were just a memory of me."

The other Millie looked insulted. "I'm real. Just like you are. My world existed just like yours. Dependent on something else to exist just like how your world exists ony through the grace of human fear. Like how a map depends on its pins to keep it from falling to the floor."

Millie shook her head. "I don't understand"

"Of course you don't." Millie stated sadly. "You're so caught up in trying to connect with other people and failing that you don't expand your mind. Your understanding of the world is so basic even though you're the one actively learning." The other Millie broke into tears.
"Why am I the one that's just a memory when I'm clearly smarter and stronger than you are? Why was it my world that was destroyed and not yours?

Millie rushed towards the exit door.

Only to find herself next to Sasha, the foxfire she had as a scareling. Stay a disembodied voice beckoned as the foxfire picked up a skeletal hand and tossed it around the room and again near her feet, begging Millie to pick it up and play fetch. Why are you in such a hurry to grow up? Stay where the world is simpler. Stay a child forever.

Finding and going through the exit door was much harder this time. She missed her childhood and the simplicity of it even if it wasn't 100% full of happy memories. She could have lived here with the foxfire and no one else forever.



+1 card
+1 level

OOC

My character's username: Rosethorns
My character's level: 4
Character's HP: 30/30
Character's Job Class: Gryphon
Current party: None Currently
Current Guild: None Currently
Location: Tulgey Woods
Small IC description of character: She is wearing a white dress and cape. She has claws and gryphon ears and is wearing a black crown.
Character journal: Here

 

[Blade Kuroda]

Shadowstep found a small cake sitting upon a table. He wasn't much of a sweet tooth but he had the oddest compulsion to eat it anyway. This apparently was a mistake, seeing how he immediately began to shrink. He let out a heavy sigh as this happened, shaking his head to himself. Though, now, he found himself staring at a blue caterpillar resting upon a mushroom. It seemed to be... smoking.

He waved away some of the smoke before the bug asked him who he was. The question had him furrowing his brow. Not much time was given before he puffed out more smoke, telling him to find out just who he was.

The smoke cleared.

Looking around, he found himself in the old training room he had used when he was growing up. That was a little strange. It didn't matter though, he moved on to leave the room. He paused as he noticed his father suddenly standing by with a wooden blade. No words were exchanged, but it was apparent that he was going to need to get past him if he wanted to leave. With a narrowed eye, he crouched down. He couldn't summon his own blades, so he was going to need to try and evade things if possible. Letting out a slow breath, he quickly moved.

Kaitou had gotten in his way, blocking the path before swinging with the blade. The wood made contact, stinging him. With a hiss, he rolled to the side, then tried to get around quickly. Another strike. It was the third time, that he managed to dodge the strike, and get around the man respectively. He didn't bother looking back before going through the door.

Shadowstep immediately found himself somewhere a little unfamiliar after that. He blinked as he looked around. It looked like an apartment of sorts. Black and white seemed to be what decorated the place, though there wasn't a great deal. On the couch, he spotted Mitsu, who smiled softly at him. She motioned for him to sit and cuddle beside her. He took one step towards her, but stopped himself.

This wasn't real. He was in some... strange illusion still. And he needed to break free, just as with the room before.

He closed his eye and backed away, though he felt a sort of pang in his heart. He didn't know if she was stuck in this dream as well. He hoped she was alright. Shaking his head slowly, he turned for the door, managing to leave.

Where he ended up, he really did not know. He stared at what appeared to be a broken statue of a lion, and he seemed to be in a city of sorts, though it was on fire. He could hear explosions in the distance, as well as screams. A sickly scent filled the air as there was fine red mist around as well. Carefully looking around, Shadowstep could also see strangely dressed people and beings chasing down and striking those fleeing. Stranger still, there was a door on the other side of the plaza.

Not wishing to be caught up in whatever mess this was, he made his way towards the exit. A red beam of light soon could be seen coming down on the ground before him. Somehow, just somehow, he knew he was supposed to get out of the way. He dove to the side just as the beam intensified, sending a rather powerful charge into the ground. Eye wide, he stared upwards to try and see what the hell could have caused that. There were... things floating in the sky. They looked kind of like blimps. Cursing lowly under his breath, he scrambled up to his feet and bolted for the door. More of the red beams came crashing down, narrowing striking him, but he managed to get by. If only barely.

Letting out a breath, he stared ahead once he was in the next room. A mirror sat in the middle. Slowly, he approached, only to have a figure step on out. It was him. Not an exact mirror image. This one didn't wear ridiculous bunny ears, but a leather jacket instead. It was his true self. The reaper bowed once before summoning his daggers.

Shadowstep knew all too well what this meant. Staring hard at Shun, he took in a deep breath and returned the gesture. The two crouched there in silence for a few moments. No words needed to be exchanged. And then it began. It was hard to say who exactly made the first move, but they both were going at one another.

He dodged one blade, only to feel another slice against him. He managed to parry a blow and counter. It was a little strange to be fighting with only one blade. The fight went on for awhile, and Shadowstep found himself wearing down.

Perhaps it was a bit of irony that he was soon taken down by the very same ability that he had taken his name from. The mirror image had teleported behind him, striking hard. Shadowstep soon collapsed, unable to continue the fight.

The mirrored one soon dissipated, leaving nothing but a cake behind. Shadowstep felt a little disoriented as he reached for the cake. Perhaps this will return him to normal. Eating it, he did return to his true size. Looking down, he realized that he had a card stuck to his shoe.

MY STATS

My character's username: Shadowstep
My character's level: 4
Character's HP: 30
Character's Job Class: White Rabbit
Current party: N/A
Current Guild: N/A
Location: Tulgey Woods
Small IC description of character: A dark haired male wearing a black and red white rabbit attire. An eyepatch rests over his left eye, under the rabbit glasses. He generally looks unimpressed or rather stern.
Character journal: Here

 

[Yayoi]

Ok tiny cake, you look very delicious. Wykid was unafraid of sampling questionable things, especially cakes. She had one through a lot of work to build up her immunity to any poisons she might come across.

Did that work here? In this world? Hm. Well she didn't give it a second thought as she devoured the cake, licking the frosting off her fingers before replacing her face mask once more.

But then the world began to shrink. Down, down, down she went. A canopy of grass rising above her head until she was as small as a bug. Interesting! Too bad she hadn't saved some of the cake to test for later. Oh well...

As she went to go on her way a puff of smoke enveloped her. Once her vision was clear again she could see a caterpillar sitting upon a very large mushroom. Her eyes lit up when she he had a hookah with him. The urge to sample what he had burning in it was a bit too much and she found herself reaching for it only for the pipe to be yanked out of her grasp.

The caterpillar grumbled something and then the smoke filled her vision again. Upon clearing she found herself back at home. On the Island. Sitting on a large pillow nearby was her mother. Cloaked in veils. Looking....alive. And well.

No this couldn't be real. She was...she was gone right? Or had she been dreaming all this time? They said that sometimes in dreams it felt as long periods of time could pass and you would hardly remembering anything about the dream. But she remembered it all.

No, it wasn't real. But as her mother smiled at her, Wykid could feel a tightening in her chest. Tears stinging the corner of her eyes as her mother beckoned her to join her. But she couldn't. She couldn't.

Whipping around she nearly tore the flap off the door. Expecting to storm out into the street, she found herself on the reserve one more in Halloween town.

It was raining. A heavy rain. Lightening crackled through the sky as wind gusted by. Tugging at her clothes which had changed back into her normal ones. She wrapped her arms around herself, bracing against the cold. It was so cold.

The sound of screams in the distance drew her attention and without a second thought she took off. Keeping close to the shadows. As she rounded a corner the sound of drums filled her ears. This seemed....like a familiar experience to her.

What she saw was a line of humans, chained together by the neck and feet. Being moved off to some place to be held. The ones driving them were Horsemen. She could tell by their outfits.

No, this wasn't real either.

But the rain. The rain felt real. It beat against her bare skin. Turning on a heel she ran to a familiar place. Her home. If this was true then it would still be there. She ran and ran until she finally reached the large tent that she shared with Faiyum. A smile on her lips as she could see a fire burning with in. That meant he was home.

As she raced through the door it was not her home inside. This was a third room. A very different room, but.....it was the same?

Outside the sun was shining. You could hear animals calling and people milling about outside. Like a busy hive of bees.

A small boy ran out from a back room. "Mama! Mama!" He could have been no more than four or five. Behind him came a tall and slender figure with dark skin and hair as black as night. A wide smile on his sun tanned face. "Welcome home."

The boy clung himself at her, clinging to her legs. Grinning up at her with a wide grin full of love. "I missed you, mama!"

Mama.....was that who she was here? Was that her true self? It was....it was something she had wanted. A long time ago. Did her heart betray her and secretly keep that hope in a tiny little pocket where she could not see. Lifting the small boy into her arms, she smiled at him warmly. The smile reaching her eyes as she gave him a tender hug. Stepping towards him, she handed the boy over to the man and took a step back.

She couldn't stay here. She wanted to but she could not. There was no time for this, there was too much to do. "I love you."

Before they could react she flipped the flap back and ran out, expecting to find yet another street. Or perhaps another world.

it was a surprise that she came into a plain room this time. The only thing in it was a mirror. Slowly the surface ripples and out steps a familiar figure. A very familiar figure.

Her real self.

Not dressed up in this fancy armor. But her in the real world. Scarlet colored clothes and bright eyes. Beads in her hair clattering against one another. She wasn't sure why she was there, but then the other her took a battle stance and motioned for her to come. A wicked expression across it's face, trying to egg her on.

Yeaaaaaaa, no. Wykid had had enough of this for one place. It was bad enough it tortured her with visions of mother. Now it wanted to fight her. Scrunching up her nose, Wykid took confident steps towards herself, pulled back a fist and gave the other a good right hook to the jaw. Knocking it down on it's back in shock.

Wykid stood over it, defiance in her eyes. Challenging it to get back up, but her mirror self merely curled into a ball on the floor. Afraid to look into those brown eyes. It's arms wrapped over it's head.

How pathetic. Wykid wasn't one for violence but sheesh. This place made her look like a damn sissy. "Next time try to conjure up something that isn't a cowering b***h ok?" She wasn't sure if anyone was really listening but all the same.

Her cowering counter part turned to smoke which quickly turned into another table with yet another cake. Perhaps it was an apology cake. Either way, she scarfed that one down too and the world began to swirl around her until finally it righted itself.

She felt like she was who she needed to be. Everything was normal. For as normal as this place was.

What the hell was stuck to her shoe?

OOC

My character's username: Wykid
My character's level: 3
Character's HP: 30
Job Class: Caterpillar
Current party:
Current Guild:
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Small IC description of character:

Thin with dark skin. Wykid wears the black and blue Caterpillar armor. Her mouth is covered by a mask hiding the bottom half of her face and the sleeves of her shirt are larger than normal, slightly translucent at the wrists giving a small peek at her bone arms. Its hard to tell her disposition at the time unless you are watching her body language. But even that can be a bit tricky. But for the most part she's fairly good natured.

Character journal: here