"Yo, Princess Tits for Brains, how about you wait right there while I save your a**!?" Came the shout from high up in the burning tower that Shaheen had been approaching, all armored up and ready for her grand rescue adventure.
"....Excuse me??" She was forced to halt in her tracks, eyebrows rising a mile at the utter rudeness that the damsel in distress was displaying.
"And maybe just don't do anything at all until I get there. Don't even breathe."
Wait, what? Just who did that jack a** think was rescuing who here? She was half tempted to stay in her place, and see just how very well the princess got along on her own.
But in the end, her sense of heroism won out, and she flew up to the tower top on her magnificent wings, leaning in through the window to grab the princess by his pretty green hair. "Listen up, Princess, I..." She began, but was once again startled into silence when Princess Jack spoke again.
"Don't, just don't. No reward kisses. I take money. I can actually do something with that."
Clenching the princess's hair tighter now, Shaheen hauled them bodily out of the tower. "I don't want your kisses." She hissed. "And I'm certainly not going to be giving you any of my money, you horrible ingrate."
And without any further discussion, she flew off, still holding the princess by her hair.
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 6:05 am
......Somehow she managed to pick up the exact same drink again. Too late to do anything about it, Shaheen sighed as she slipped back into the dream.
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"Save me! Save me!"
Shaheen was ready to do battle, to save the princess from the evil witch that held her hostage at the top of an enchanted tower. Which was also on fire.
Wow.
Riding on the back of a mighty dragon, Shaheen flew to the towers top (no stairs for her this time), and called to the princess through the open tower window.
"I've come for you, my darling princess. Please, come aboard my dragon steed and I will fly you far away from here, where we can be together happily ever af----"
She stopped when her "princess" appeared. A man with a painted face and much too long sleeves in a fluffy white gown. "P-princess Zhi." Shaheen began to laugh.
The dress actually suited him well.
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EVENT 8: You drink a drink that tastes a little mellow. You dream a dream where you are getting married. As you walk up to the altar you realize the bride/groom isn't who you were expecting but instead, (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You say something to them and they respond with (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has). A choice is made.
This dream seemed familiar, though there was one key difference which made it much less of a nightmare then the time before.
"Lifen." She gushed, as she approached her bride to be. "You look lovely as ever! Are you ready?" She took the other woman's hands in her own.
"If it has to be you, then I can live with that. We can stop invite the men over on occasion, can't we?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 7:51 am
She just couldn't seem to get this right. With a huff if agitation, Shaheen took another drink, only to be rewarded with a taste she had sampled twice before.
s**t.
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"Save me! Save me!"
Again? Shaheen thought. "Again??" Shaheen groaned out loud.
Actually you know what, no. She wasn't doing this today. Damn princess needed to stop getting herself into peril.
"Good luck with that!" Shaheen called out to her, then turned and stalked away.
EVENT 2: You drink a drink that tastes a little bittersweet. You dream a dream where you are defeated by your archnemesis, who happens to also be your best friend/lover/etc. Your arch-nemesis also has a sidekick, who is (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You have to witness a few potentially cheesy lines from your archnemesis and sidekick (that says whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has) and you say a few words yourself before you are slain and wake up.
Clara walked into the room and found 12 bottles and a small door she was sure she had to enter. She couldn't help but think how similar this situation was to another situation she'd been in before ...
She took a swig of the liquid inside and fell into a dream …
Clara was looking up, her chin bruised, her face swollen, the inside of her mouth tasting of pavement, which was undoubtedly a result of having her head beaten into the sidewalk over and over and over again. She could tell she was dying as she looked up at the two figures standing above her.
“Again?”
The voice seemed to mock her, as if the ability to die more than once was a feat only someone as pitiful as Clara could accomplish. Clara merely groaned in response, unable to say anything, as she blacked out.
a bit outdated but...
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 8:24 am
Another drink, this one a sharp enough taste to make Shaheen wrinkle her nose and stick out her tongue, not liking it one little bit.
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The world around her was in ruins, and while Shaheen found herself quite alone, except for the conquest vaisel that sauntered at her side, she couldn't have been happier. This disaster, this chaos, this absolute mess of a world was quite beautiful to her. Fingers trailed over twisted metal and debris, as golden eyes reflected the flames that engulfed so many of the buildings to either side of the road she tread.
"Isn't it lovely, Lan?" She voiced to the vaisel, as they continued to walk along, dodging around the empty shells of vehicles strewn almost carelessly across the streets. "Isn't it just perfect."
She stopped, and took in a deep breath of the air, filled with acrid scents of burning gasoline, diesel and oil, but most of all, blood.
"It's everything I ever wanted."
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EVENT 7: You drink a drink that tastes a little sharp and acidic. You dream a dream where you live in a post-apocalyptic world where all your friends have died. Your only companion is a talking minipet named (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). They mostly say insane things such as (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has). You deal with a solitary life alone.
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One more try. She was giving this one more damn try. For once, when she brought the drink to her lips, she thought that she actually rather enjoyed the flavor, sweet but not overly so.
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She knew this place, had dreamed of it before. A brightly colored forest, a small girl in a blue dress with no face, waiting for her. Walking towards her, she smiled, and they embraced, like two old friends who had not seen each other in some time.
"You can do it." A voice whispered in her ear, and Shaheen smiled.
"I know I can."
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She awoke, and this time it was to a door in front of her, open and accessible. Shaheen walked through that door with hurried steps, eager to leave, ready to meet whatever destiny lay beyond.
((SHAHEEN EXIT!))
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 8:42 am
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EVENT 3: You drink a drink that tastes a little bitter-sour. You dream a dream where you have become the ultimate evil, and by choice. You have obtained great power, at a price. You witness prisoners captured, especially (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You say something to them and they respond with (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has). A choice is made.
Jack was back again and the war was still on-going, though he highly contended the use of the word. "War" meant two opposing sides of considerable measure; this was more like an extended slaughter.
They had upgraded from medieval grade s**t at least, that was nice. The pistol molded to his hand better anyway.
He was surprised to find Hanna was there this time among the list of prisoners who had taken refuge under what he thought had been a loyal town. They eyed each other for a while as guns aimed at the prisoners' heads, and he could see she still carried the same unbroken look, the same proud aura.
"Are you willing to exchange something for your life?" he asked.
She licked her lips. "Information."
"About what specifically?"
"The coup that's been forming for about a decade now."
His brow raised. She could be lying through her teeth, but that didn't seem prudent or characteristic. Neither did it sound plausible, however. "Bring her back to headquarters," Jack instructed his men. "Do not injure her."
"Oh, good, so knowing you still counts for something," he could hear her mutter as they took her away. "Welcome to Jack Hawthorn Incorporated, where the loyal are rewarded."
EVENT 11: You drink a drink that tastes a little grapey. You dream a dream where your power is compromised, and you must sacrifice someone for the sake of everyone else. You pick (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You say something to them and they respond with (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has).
Welp. That last bottle left a horrible taste in Clara’s mouth. She tentatively reached for another bottle, hoping it wouldn’t be as horrible as the last or that it was the right one so she could get out of here quickly.
Clara was facing a hunter. She didn’t mind killing someone if it meant protecting everyone else, and if that person were a hunter, even better.
As she was about to stab her claws into his heart, he said, “Are you willing to exchange something for your life?”
She couldn’t help but think, “Well you’re about to do exactly that.”
a bit outdated but...
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 8:58 am
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EVENT 7: You drink a drink that tastes a little sharp and acidic. You dream a dream where you live in a post-apocalyptic world where all your friends have died. Your only companion is a talking minipet named (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). They mostly say insane things such as (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has). You deal with a solitary life alone.
It would have come to this eventually. Jack was a survivor, and that often meant being lonely. In the wild and toxic landscape after the fallout of the factions' war, suits had been hard to find--and long legs had been a merciful boon in his haste to get them.
Now he mostly wandered, ambivalent to their mutual destruction. All that mattered now was the day to day schedule of how to stay alive, accompanied by his minipet Clara, a cuddly little Scareon who had spontaneously learned how to talk but not how to utilize her new power correctly. Then again, weirder things had happened in this post-apocalyptic nightmare.
He scanned for areas to inhabit for the night and scrambled into a cave where bones had fused and soft whispers of the dead still lingered. Compared to the hotspot he had been in earlier, which had made his skin crawl through the suit and left an odd smell in his filter, it was paradise.
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EVENT 3: You drink a drink that tastes a little bitter-sour. You dream a dream where you have become the ultimate evil, and by choice. You have obtained great power, at a price. You witness prisoners captured, especially (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You say something to them and they respond with (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has). A choice is made.
There had been a coup, as Hanna had told him. He was surprised to find a great number of them had been found in their rat's nest of a hideout--good information was hard to find, traitors moreso.
Among them was her. Immediately she had been put in a cell separated from the others, and several days later Jack visited.
She did not look good: they had branded her hand for her crimes, light scars broke tanned skin, and her body looked as though it had seen better days as far as food was concerned. But her eyes were still a very bright green-gray when he entered and sat down, watching him like a cornered animal. The interrogation went on for what felt like hours, each question hiding a new sort of pain in him.
"Are there more of you?"
She was quiet.
"I will find them if there are, but giving me that information early will secure your release. I will even give you a full pardon."
Her gaze bore right through him.
"Lina--Ortega, it's pointless to--"
"I will never want anything of yours," she hissed suddenly. "I want nothing tainted by something so vile. "
Jack pressed his lips together. "I see." He gazed at her for a while longer, finding remnants of her old beauty even under the layers of grime and toil, and then gestured at a guard at the end of the corridor. "Bring him in." And he watched her supposed will power crumble as a beaten and broken Gale Gentry was wrenched from the dungeons.
Event 12: You drink a drink that tastes a little peachy.. You dream a dream where you are in a fantastic, colourful forest setting. A girl is seated on a mushroom but she has no face, just a blue dress and white apron with gold hair. She beckons you forward, and gives you a small hug. "You can do it", she whispers, and then you are back in this room, and in front of you is the open door. You exit.
Clara took one more bottle and couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable that all the dreams so far were about her being killed or getting killed. She really hoped they weren’t all going to be like that.
The next dream she had, she saw a familiar gold head with a blue apron. She came forward with a hug, but Clara couldn’t help but want to back away as she remembered Alice very well. However, she couldn’t move and the dream ended. As she came out of the dream, she saw the door and ran through it.
EVENT 10: You drink a drink that tastes a little citrusy. You dream a dream where you go to Pigfarts school of magic. You are sorted into one of four Houses (you pick the names) and you encounter a rival while you are getting your wand, and they are (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You say something to them and they respond with (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has).
Sneakclaw was better than he had hoped for. Better yet, the boy from Lionheart had challenged him to a midnight duel, the poor fool. Mother had leant him her book of spells at a young age, believing that education had to begin at home before school could sink its claws into her children. he had been studying it for quite a while now, and though he was no expert, Jack was confident he knew more than his little, spineless joke of an opponent.
This was going to be a delicious victory. Oliver would be on the floor in seconds.
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 9:43 am
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EVENT 2: You drink a drink that tastes a little bittersweet. You dream a dream where you are defeated by your archnemesis, who happens to also be your best friend/lover/etc. Your arch-nemesis also has a sidekick, who is (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You have to witness a few potentially cheesy lines from your archnemesis and sidekick (that says whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has) and you say a few words yourself before you are slain and wake up.
Blast! He was thrown back as his machine exploded under the combined power of the elements, sputtering. He had hoped his charisma could have won over Stormsinger, but it seemed it was not meant to be. Damn her partner! The Dame had always been out to get him from day one.
And now they both stood over him triumphant, one lazily smirking, the other still giving him that stupid sympathetic look.
"You will always lose because you're alone," Stormsinger told him quietly. "Why won't you join us?"
"Really, Storm?" The Dame scoffed. "He's just a pathetic, overgrown beanstalk anyway. All he'd do is mess with our plans." Her tommy gun reloaded.
Stormsinger shot her a horrified look. "What are you doing? We're the good guys, we're not supposed--"
"I'd hardly call you good," he wheezed, hands up in surrender but eyes quite defiant. "Fine. Do your worst. I'm done."
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The sound of gunfire brought him back to reality. Jack winced as he rubbed where the bullets had flown, feeling a phantom ache. But there was an open door, so he supposed it was worth it.
His hands drifted to the next bottle, plucking it with thin digits with no rhyme or reason. He brought it to his lips and allowed the cool bitter yet sour taste down the remains of his throat.
Fabric fluttered about him, torn bits of robes and long scarves as he swept through the room with two chieftains of War flanked him; chosen specially for their ability to follow orders. They all could to some degree yes, especially after he had risen to take command of the Clans. They had all come to know his power and he reveled in it; really, it had come to a surprise to him as well how much he had grown and how much he found it delightful to rule them all. Him, so keen to just waste the days away now even outranked the females of their clan.
Waits raised a hand, promoting the doors to the run down lair to be opened. He had come here personally having heard that a special collection of human fodder had been located. Some of the last remnants of those pesky Hunters of that island who dared to still try to run and fight their mighty forces. And that was what he found, chained with special runic devices like the cattle they were as his warriors and troops held them at bay with swords and spears and their superiority. There was almost a wicked smile on his stoic face.
"Do your worst." One of them spat out, a tall green haired one.
Waits approached him carefully and calculated, his golden eyes flashing with interest. He raised a hand to lightly brush a few strands of hair out of the stupid human's eyes before he pressed his skeletal thumb deep into the socket. The human screamed.
