She was tired of thinking about ALICE and all the terrors that came ahead, all the worrying variables and unknowns. Without being able to glean clues though her visions, it really was just a waste of energy, rolling around all the possible outcomes in her head. Instead, she retreated to the past. It was odd for her, usually so gung ho about moving forward, never pausing to look back, that she was spending so much time in reflection, but when it wasn't being forced out of her for ALICE's whims, it wasn't too unpleasant. And before this, she had never faced a future so unwanted and potentially ..... life ending.
And so, as she helped out on the battlefield, healing and defending, she remembered how she had come to Amityville Academy. It had always been something she planned to do, ever since she first began to embrace the motivation her mother had patiently and consistently nurtured in her. Applying, while she had never admitted it, and would never admit it in a thousand years, had been nerve-wracking. There were so many who tried out each year, and she knew she was smart and able and motivated but what if the others were as well? Surely to get into such a prestigious academy, there would be some tough competition.
And so after she had sent out her letter of application, she had dissolved into a nervous wreck, moaning around the house, exploding into theatrical tears or rage over the smallest (or even nonexistent) provocations, and generally doing all she could to keep everyone talking about her and no one else. Neighbours had wished her good luck, her parents had drawn up a countdown to the day acceptance letters were coming out on the kitchen calendar, and even the minipet pile on the end of her bed each night had grown slightly larger. Though the latter might have been her carrying them all into her room and then locking the door. But either way, she managed to reassure herself that everyone was rooting for her. And if everyone was, then clearly she would get in because they wouldn't root for a /loser/, right?
Life had carried on like that the entire three weeks before the letters arrived, and by the end even her mother had begun to look a little haggard. But when the envelope came, slick and smooth and rivalling the ones sent by her own family, wth the Academy crest stamped on the top, it was only just the beginning. Refusing to open it herself, Indu had gotten her parents to do it for her, while she lay in a heap on the floor and moaned. The acceptance had caused a transformation, from pathetic pile of wet laundry to supernova of delight. That lasted for around one hour (of solid screaming) and then collapsed into lists of things she needed to bring, what she would have to buy, how much luggage she would have to pack, and more. Still through that, and even now, she could feel the flicker of excitement. The 'I'm in'. It was almost as though she still hadn't really grasped that she was here now.
Coming out of her reverie, sweetm00n blinked. Well, no. She wasn't there. She was trapped in this dream. Suddenly she was hit with a wave of desire to wake up, her first since the dream started. They needed to end this now, they needed to get back to the waking world. "Activate mass resurrection!" [582 words]
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My character's username: sweetm00n My character's level: 97 Character's HP: 19/40 <- +3 mini defence, +3 mini heals. x Current party: Current Guild: Raiders of the Lost Ark Location: Small IC description of character: A girl with long purple hair in twin braids, and purple eyes. Apart from that, she looks fairly 'normal'. Is dressed in the gear of a Dormouse Doctor. Character journal:☾
He was there, wandering the gardens looking at the strange roses that still seemed to drip with the red paint. They were white, or at least at some point they were white like the white kingdom but now they were dying under the paint. The question of why started to form in his mind as he shook it away; nothing here had made any sense in the first place. There were trees that were every shade of color and pattern he could even think of. With all the insensibility he began to question things, dreams and thoughts even his own reasoning’s anymore. Maybe it was nothing more than power that he wanted, power to fix things that were broken. He couldn’t help but smile, a dark grin lingering as he started to walk back to where the queen was locked away.
Curiosity broke out a loud noise erupted from below. He ran laughing a little as he slid down some of the stairs, fun, fun was coming.
Matt was not sure what had happened, he was not sure how with simple ease she walked through the thorny prison in which she had existed but she had escaped as her rage started to flood the castle. The red queen was free, as her presence began to fill the room. Holding his cards in his hands immediately ran towards the back, maneuvering between the bodies of various others while avoiding his tail being stepped on. There was no doubt, he could not fight, not the red queen. One tree along took forever to dispose of but what he did have aid. It was true he would never really amount to any sort of hero or warrior but like hiding in a tent being medical aid was he ever wanted.
Destruction, that were her words when they had spoke, a bitter rage filled with nothing but blind hate towards all. For once he wanted to laugh, he wanted to laugh until his sides burst with pain. She was the complete opposite of him, she wanted to destroy everything around her as he wanted to do what save what little he could. Hunters, horseman, even the students of the accursed Halloween land were there battling her.
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My character's username: Dr.Oberon My character's level: 27 Character's HP: 35/40 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Red Castle 1/5 Attack Small IC description of character: Dressed as a domouse with black hair, little black mouse ears, a crown with little fairy wings Matt looks rather unhappy to be there.
He continued to laugh, she would lash out in pure rage against the players and despite the done to him and others around he just merely continued to laugh. It was strange, completely strange for him to lack any fear, but there was nothing to worry about. The queen would destroy in rage and he would survive.
He had to. Pulling his cards they formed an oversized syringe almost the size of his entire body before turning into a mirror lined with a series of silver spiked. Grinning in a rather unhinged matter he put his hand on his hip peering at his own reflection.
The empress. This was rather interesting he thought still looking at his own reflection and then to the crown that lingered on his head. Dr.Oberon, that was the name he had choose, a memory of some silly little play long ago. King of the fairies! In this world he could be anything he wanted and some how he had still clung to the cute appearance of the little fluttering insects.
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My character's username: Dr.Oberon My character's level: 27 Character's HP: 34/40 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Red Castle 2/5 Attack Small IC description of character: Dressed as a domouse with black hair, little black mouse ears, a crown with little fairy wings Matt looks rather unhappy to be there.
He continued to grin, healing himself each time the queen lashed out. There was no need to attack widely in return; others would complete that task for the time being with power greater than his. Instead he would wait, when she was unaware of the small dormouse he struck barely leaving a scratch the mirror quivering in his hand as he chuckled. There were never any more surprises when it game to fighting. Healing was easy, tending to his wounds was easier, and actually hitting someone else and doing any harm that was something he would have to work on.
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My character's username: Dr.Oberon My character's level: 27 Character's HP: 31/40 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Red Castle 3/5 Attack Small IC description of character: Dressed as a domouse with black hair, little black mouse ears, a crown with little fairy wings Matt looks rather unhappy to be there.
The more she attacked the more Matt remained healing himself against her. Others were already tired, some had given up but he just stood there his ears wiggling as he kept on chuckling to himself.
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My character's username: Dr.Oberon My character's level: 27 Character's HP: 30/40 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Red Castle 4/5 Attack Small IC description of character: Dressed as a domouse with black hair, little black mouse ears, a crown with little fairy wings Matt looks rather unhappy to be there.
At last his turn was drawing to an end, as he held the mirror light in his hands as he continued to heal. Despite her rage and attempts to sink her blows in to everyone present in the battle they some how seemed less painful to the dormouse. The pain he received in the game was so little compared to what he had felt from the dreams and from the hole in his chest. It was merely a game, just a game created by ALICE, like a toy laid out for others to play that he still couldn’t full comprehend. All the healing cards that he had in his deck and yet he couldn’t fix it all, nor could he save everyone. Somewhere he felt broken, like something fragile had snapped there was little that healing could ever do to repair it.
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My character's username: Dr.Oberon My character's level: 27 Character's HP: 30/40 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Red Castle 4/5 Attack Small IC description of character: Dressed as a domouse with black hair, little black mouse ears, a crown with little fairy wings Matt looks rather unhappy to be there.
The Red Queen had gotten out of her cell, somehow, and Dog felt a chill of dread even at the thought. He wasn't much for attack; as a Dormouse, he was better at healing, maybe a little defense. But he had to try, and he could watch for anyone who needed help.
When he drew his cards, the third one altered, and he was left gaping at the keylike axe that had materialized in his hand. It wasn't very much like Laz, and he felt his weapon bristle at the thought, but it couldn't be helped. He couldn't summon Laz here.
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MY CARDS:
gaia_crown[ InvisibleDog's STATS ]
HP: 38 BOSS HP REMAINING: ATTACK: 0 ATTACK TARGET: Boss DEFENSE SELF: 2 DEFENSE TARGET: 0 HEALS SELF: 8 HEALS TARGET: 0 LUCK MULTIPLIER: 1 on none
Dog swung his axe at the puppet-figure of the Red Queen. Much to his own surprise, he actually hit her. The swirling mass of thorns that surrounded her hit him hard, knocking him back, but he'd hit her.
The weird little creature following him made an unhappy grinding noise -- how he could tell that the noise was unhappy, he wasn't quite sure, but it sounded that way -- and emitted a little cloud of healing sparkles.
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MY CARDS:
gaia_crown[ InvisibleDog's STATS ]
HP: 35 BOSS HP REMAINING: ATTACK: 3 ATTACK TARGET: Boss DEFENSE SELF: 0 DEFENSE TARGET: 0 HEALS SELF: 5 HEALS TARGET: 0 LUCK MULTIPLIER: 2 on none
Dog scooted back in towards the Red Queen and swung the axe at her again. Laz growled encouragingly; the weapon's sense of resentment that it wasn't him hitting the Red Queen was somewhat alleviated by the fact that Dog was actually doing damage.
He felt like the thorns should be hurting a lot more than they were, but his own cards and the creepy little thing following him were doing a surprisingly good job of keeping up with the damage the Red Queen was handing out. Maybe he would've been less surprised if he'd done more fighting. Maybe, if the game continued, he would.
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MY CARDS:
gaia_crown[ InvisibleDog's STATS ]
HP: 32 BOSS HP REMAINING: ATTACK: 6 ATTACK TARGET: Boss DEFENSE SELF: 0 DEFENSE TARGET: 0 HEALS SELF: 7 HEALS TARGET: 0 LUCK MULTIPLIER: 2 on roll2
Once more, and the feeling of a blade biting into something was still remarkably satisfying. Dog didn't really know what it was that he was fighting -- he'd apparently missed whatever quest arc gave the plot arc, and that was kind of disappointing, honestly -- but when plopped into a battle, at least he knew what to do.
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MY CARDS:
gaia_crown[ InvisibleDog's STATS ]
HP: 27 BOSS HP REMAINING: ATTACK: 3 ATTACK TARGET: Boss DEFENSE SELF: 0 DEFENSE TARGET: 0 HEALS SELF: 5 HEALS TARGET: 0 LUCK MULTIPLIER: 2 on none
Dog thought he'd missed. He had missed. But the axe in his hands glowed suddenly, and a shining shockwave swept out of it, slicing into the Red Queen.
He stared stupidly. This time, when the thorns knocked him back, he stayed back, not quite sure what he'd just done and hoping, really really hoping, that he hadn't somehow healed it, because he was a healer, and that hadn't looked like a heal, but if it had been he really ought to avoid doing it again and somebody would kick his a** and he'd deserve it.
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gaia_crown[ InvisibleDog's STATS ]
HP: 34 BOSS HP REMAINING: 0 ATTACK: 0 + 50 (10th card ability, activated first post) ATTACK TARGET: Boss DEFENSE SELF: 0 DEFENSE TARGET: 0 HEALS SELF: 17 HEALS TARGET: 0 LUCK MULTIPLIER: 2 on roll1
Nyantics appeared just in time to deal a bit of damage to the queen. It was like he'd been there the entire time and just was waiting. Biding his time to pop in and get in a good smack.
A good smack meaning a loving tap given to the boss before he tried to protect himself from the backlash.
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My character's username: Nyantics My character's level: 4 Character's HP: 20 Character's Job Class: Mad Hatter Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character: Nyantics looks to be rather well dressed - other than the small bits of tatter at the edges of his clothing. He appears to have cat eyes, a row of sharp teeth, and fuzzy cat-like ears that twitch as if trying to catch all and any suspicious noise around him. His height seems mostly comprised of his legs. If one were to stare at his back they might notice a small stub of a tail. Character journal:=OuO=
He just sort of cowered there for a moment more. Because cowering is fun. He couldn't seem to figure out what he wanted to do next but then again? Fighting wasn't exactly his forte at the moment.
"I really wish I'd spent more time fighting things!" At least WhiteWind had managed to scrounge up a few more attack cards. Still, as she drew her cards she couldn't help but feel ill prepared.
Still, as she drew a card that stretched out into a whip, she couldn't help but grin. Prepared or not, this was fun. XD
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My character's username: WhiteWind My character's level: 27 Character's HP: 40/40 Character's Job Class: Caterpillar Sentry Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location: Small IC description of character: WhiteWind is a very very white Caterpillar: white hair, white skin, white fangs, with two glowing amber pinpoints for eyes. She wears the white/grey variation of the Caterpillar armor, with white fur lining her red cloak. Everything is perfectly fitted to her lean frame, though she keeps the cloak curled around herself protectively and the hood is always up. Character journal:Right here!
ANY PERSON I AM RPING WITH I WILL QUOTE LIKE THIS
WhiteWind's Deck
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MY CARDS:
gaia_crown[ WhiteWind's STATS ]
HP: 30 BOSS HP REMAINING: 0 ATTACK: 0 ATTACK TARGET: Boss DEFENSE SELF: 6 DEFENSE TARGET: 0 HEALS SELF: 0 HEALS TARGET: 0 LUCK MULTIPLIER: 1 on none
My character's username: Dr.Oberon 
