She woke with a low groan, pressing the heels of her hands to her forehead. What... happened? Why did she feel so groggy, so off? Axajj sat up, blinking at the room around her. White white white, so much white. She grumbled, swinging her legs off the bed. She remembered the Dorothy system, going through the AI's tutorial, but... nothing from the day before. Had it been a dream? Was the AI even real, or was that fake too?
Getting to her feet, the Famine Horseman wandered around the room. She found the window first, and stared out of it for a few minutes, reading street signs idly. Things seemed familiar, safe, right. And yet, something was wrong. Something subtle, poking at the edges of her consciousness. What...?
Shaking her head to dispel the feeling, she moved away from the window, going over to the table. Reading the note there, she sneered slightly. A survey? Really? Was now the time for this? Still, she had nothing much better to do.
"How was Dorothy’s performance?" Seems a little scatter-brained for an AI, but okay I guess...
"Would you recommend her to anyone else?" I think whether I recommend her or not a lot of others probably got visited by her anyway so... does it matter?
"On a scale of 1 - 10, 1 being the least, how well would you say your memory rehabilitation process is going?" So far it's maybe a 2. Or 3. I can't remember s**t about yesterday...
Setting the pen down, she decided to see if anyone was around that maybe had more information. After a rather short (and unfulfilling) conversation with a Famine sage, Axajj decided she wasn't going to get any farther here... and decided to leave. See if anyone outside had better answers.
[ EXIT ]
Character: Axajj ] Clan: Famine Job: Scavenger Arcana: Wheel of Fortune Brief Description: On the taller side for a female, she is whip-thin and dangerous looking, all sharp angles. She tends to talk quietly for the most part.
Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 8:23 pm
[Part 2] She got lost along the way in The Dusk, looking for things to collect or to maybe do some of those job things. Me'ah got money for doing it, but couldn't be sure if it was really doing anything for her or for Hush. She'd gotten really attached to the smaller horseman and they were the best of buddies. Me'ah figured that was likely because he let her go around on her own. But something was off as she felt awkward, like her hand was naked. There was a hand missing in hers.
"Hush?" Me'ah remembered looking up at the crystal nearby, just before she noticed he was gone, but then everything went black. She'd lost her grip on Hush somewhere far behind her, and with how dark he was it'd be unlikely to find him again. Me'ah wiggled unhappily. "I could be out collecting, how long is it going to-"
The lights were back on before she could finish the sentence.
Yet it was wrong, looking down at her phone that starting making chiming noises. "Huh...?" There were a lot and she tilted her head, one way then the other. "A what to do what?" Me'ah glanced back up at the crystal again. "Looks like it needs some more food... or other stuff." She was good at collecting, but was there enough around to collect? And what about Hush? "Hush!" When she turned she couldn't see the small Death horseman anymore, in the chaos of others around.
"I guess we'll find out what to do." She called back out. "Hush I'll come find you later okay!!!" Echoes from her voice went every which way and she blinked again. Really hope he heard that, better go collecting...
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Character's name: Me'ah Character's clan: Famine Stage: Y1 Job Class: Scavenger Character's journal link:[ Journal ] Character's arcana The Star BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Short Famine horseman with pale, translucent and deteriorating green wings, dark skin which is tearing in many places. Arm bones are exposed, hidden under clothes. Long, tattered white hair loosely flowing. Large satchel tied around her waist with collected goods.
Vedan came awake with a startled sort of yelp, grabbing at his head. It hurt, he hurt, why was everything so white what the hell?! Stumbling to his feet, the Death Horseman immediately made his way to the window, only to be confronted by a familiar street outside, familiar signs, familiar crystal... wait. That wasn't supposed to be red. Was it? He struggled to remember, drew a blank, frowned and tried again... slammed a fisted hand into the window when there was, again, nothing. Now he had even more questions. Why was he in this room and not his own, why couldn't he remember anything, where was everyone else? Grumbling to himself, he paced across the room with short, angry steps. Why couldn't he remember? The last memory he had was ... of some annoying little girl AI that came to him in his sleep. Dorothy. Really? What kind of a name was that? Not to mention it wasn't helpful at all.
Suddenly spotting the survey on the table, he bared his teeth at it and rather than filling it out, tore the paper to pieces, leaving them scattered around the room. Yea, see what they thought of that survey answer. Assholes. Useless Famine scientist-types, they never really knew what they were doing, as far as he was concerned.
Stomping out of the room and down the hall, he brushed past the Famine sages wandering around (useless) and headed out to the lobby area. Seeing absolutely nothing useful there either, he decided his best bet was to go outside, see if anyone out there knew anything more.
[ EXIT ]
Character: Vedan Clan: Death Job: Ashen Soldier Arcana: The Hermit Brief Description: Quite a solid-looking young man, of average height. His coloration seems washed out and grey, despite his tendency to like bright colored clothing. On the whole, it just winds up making him look a bit... ill, perhaps.
Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2017 12:58 pm
[REHAB CENTER]
It wasn’t like him to sleep late but there was his sister hovering above him with annoyance in her scarlet eyes. Mina looked like she always did and that much he could remember.. But not how he’d gotten here or where here was.
Bix pushed at her face until she bit his hand and he yelped and shoved her harder. The war twins seemed to both stumble upright in their tussling and blink against the white of the room. He liked it, they blended in, and it suited the gaps in his memory.
Mina was hissing at her cell phone muttering about how Alice was useless and mashing her finger into the screen while Bix checked his own as if he were waiting for messages that hadn’t come.
He didn’t approach any of the Famine scientists, instead choosing to listen with them deal with others, but in his dawdling and lateness he hadn’t even left the room when the power went out. Mina flew to his side, wrapping around his arm, and hissing at the darkness.
“I’m Mina. You’re Bix.” She squeezed his arm.
“I know,” He shot her a glance in the dark.
“Just checking,” She said with faux sweetness.
“We should do something..” Bix felt restless and unproductive. They were War, he remembered that too, and as the low red lighting sprung to life around him he seemed to instinctively seek his clan.
A war representative nearby told them quietly that the Crystal Was Breaking and Bix knew, even if he didn’t remember why, that this was Important. Mina even stiffened, unlatched from his arm, and took her place beside him as the grey crystal was pushed into his hand. He checked his phone, checked Dorothy...
“We have to help the clan,” Mina’s head rolled and cracked, serpentine, on her shoulders.
“Let’s go.” Bix grabbed her hands and made for their clan floor.
[EXIT]
OOC
Character's name: Bix Character's clan: War Character's journal link: [X] Character's arcana The Magician BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Veteran Warrior who prefers his cultural garb to human clothes. Albino, red eyes, prefers glaring white/red/bone color schemes. Very long and elaborately styled hair. Has a clingy, equally pale sister named Mina who is almost always with him. Irridescent white wings and mayan aesthetic tattoos.
So things hadn't been too bad when it came to readjusting. Efreet's memories weren't much better, but he was at least interacting with people and seeming to get along with them, which was pretty great.
He loved making friends!
The sense of belonging never seemed to dissipate and he liked that even if he felt disjointed occasionally. Contentment was a strong feeling tied to what little he could remember so very strongly. This was home, the Dusk was where he was meant to be...
The lights went out around him and Efreet did his best not to let panic arise. If he remained calm...if he waited....
Ah, there were the lights and - his phone was buzzing, forcing him to fish it out and peruse the texts that flooded it. Retrieving the gray earring, he took the task offered to him seriously.
They'd save the crystal and get power up and running, surely.
Efreet didn't wait to find out what would happen if they didn't, because he aimed to ensure that they would.
[exit]
Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2017 1:43 am
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exclaimPLEASE READ AND COMPLETE PART 1 ON PAGE 1 BEFORE YOU DO PART 3 !exclaim (Part 2 is OPTIONAL NOW/ you can skip if you haven't done so already!)
You may still respond to Part 1 just in this thread as well!
It is the strangest, most surreal moment, like waking from a dream where the dream seems more real, more tangible than anything you remember. Where the dream continues, yet your memories extend further than the dream itself.
You were a student.
Of course you were, and you remember your school name, Amityville Academy, and you remember enrolling, and learning about Fear, and classes and exams and even the detentions.
You remember that you are not supposed to be a horseman, but you can not remember why you are here. If this is a dream, it is a terrible one, and you can't help but visibly feel remorse linger as thoughts begin to collect.
You were a Hunter.
And theoretically, Human. Your weapon - where was it? How did you wind up here with this unusual memories when you should be on the island, protecting people, others from the very thing you thought you were and more. If it is a dream, it is a terrible one, and you can't help but visibly feel remorse linger as your thoughts begin to collect.
This is a simulation.
This isn't real.
You are not a horseman.
You do not belong here.
But something wants you to remain.
You think of the cage
You remember that part of the dream vividly. An image of a massive cage. The new one looks a little different, something about it. There's only one thing you know for sure, where the cage is, your true memories remain sealed.
You think of Dorothy
She comes to your mind as some unusual, faceless artificial intelligent, robotic almost. Her presence feels ominous, and her memory rehabilitation did nothing to truly make you remember what you need. That you are not a horseman, that you are trapped, stuck in this dream, that you need to leave-
- But she will not help you.
You think of what to do next.
The words that rang in your head, in that dream had said twenty-four hours. If you were dreaming as a horseman prior, you are only lucid dreaming now, trapped within a dream unable to wake.
You need to figure out a way to wake up, before you forget why.
PART 3: LUCID DREAMING
Your character HAS TEMPORARILY GAINED BACK ALL THEIR ORIGINAL MEMORIES but is still stuck in the dream with the appearance of a horseman. They remember that they are actually a Hunter/Student on top of their fake Horseman memories, but they as of this moment, still trapped in The Dusk. They can't leave, and they can't remember how they got to The Dusk.
gaia_crown[ QUEST OBJECTIVE ]: Write a quick reaction to the above post. Then, reflect on what is going on, and perhaps, leave a contingency plan for your memory-less self. 24 hours in real time = 1 hour in this dream world. That means your character actually has 1 IC hour before they return to normal and think they are a Horseman again. Anything they interact with, touch, write on, etc, will remain. They do not ICly know that it is one hour, so what they do in this hour is up to them. You may also create individual PRP/ORP/solos for them of their actions in this time frame!
gaia_star[ WHEN PRPING/ORPING/SOLOS ]: Tag the rp as MemoRP instead of PRP/ ORP so characters know it is of that timeline. You may also choose to write/create a solo instead. When prping/orping, all characters in an MemoRP also have their memories back. If you do not tag it as such, it is assumed they're just a regular "horseman" again in that RP and everyone should RP in that thread as so. (For THE IC MESSAGING DISCORD, just RP it without the memo stuff, otherwise it gets too confusing + messy timeline wise!)
gaia_crown[ THE ORIGINAL MEMORIES ]: Once again, your character remembers everything about who they are - that is, everything outside of this meta. If they are a quest character, you can make up a backstory for them of what they do in Halloween and what they are/family/ etc. What your character chooses to do now with this knowledge of their old memories is up to them.
gaia_star This is exactly like lucid dreaming, where they remember their old memories, but still are stuck in this Dusk dream with the appearance of a horseman.
gaia_star All NPCs etc, still act like the same, without 'remembering' any old memories (if you are rping npcs/interact with NPCs).
gaia_crown[ THE TIME LIMIT ]: Again this is 1 IC hour (so infinite OOC time) before they are reset back to normal as "horsemen". That means if two characters are rping in a PRP trying to talk to each other and find a way out, their memories will reset and return them back to "horsemen normal" at the same time, but only on a time of their picking (or you can just solo this, or whatever you prefer).
gaia_crown[ WHEN TIME IS ICly UP ] Your character returns to being stuck in the dream, and you may continue PRPs as they are supposed to be. HOWEVER your character can now create a solo and/or PRP where they can interact some of their stuff their memory-regained version has left behind/written/ etc. This is entirely open ended and up to you how you want to do this + with others.
gaia_crown[ TL'DR ] You can now write rps where they remember everything but are stuck in this reality -> but you can also write rps of what happens after they forget again. You can do this in ANY ORDER, meaning you can create some [MEMOrps], some regular rps, some more memorps, etc etc.
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THE DEADLINE FOR THIS GOAL IS JUN 13TH AT 12:00 AM PST
Lost? Make sure you read ALL THE SPOILER PROMPTS until you get to the OOC info links!
Robert's exact reaction to the events that have occurred is as follows, verbatim:
Character's name: Robert Character's clan: War Executioner Character's journal link: Here Character's Arcana: Sun BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: 6'7", built like a truck, and tends to be as naked as he can get away with. His loud voice precedes his presence and he's very huggy.
Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2017 2:16 am
Vania was freaking out.
She was trying not to look freaked out, failed miserably, and just stood in the open flailing, her wings askew and shedding feathers everywhere as she tried desperately to calm down.
This wasn't real.
None of this was real.
She wasn't a Horseman -- she wasn't even of War. She was a student that belonged in Amityville Academy, and she was studying to become better at FEAR, as well as to find Etzer Threepwood and have a rivalry in school like their family had had a rivalry for years.
There were memories that were hers, and then there were memories that weren't hers.
She knew what she looked like. Her main color was red -- her skin was supposed to be red, and she was also supposed to have a tail. Vania looked behind her, wings spreading out, and she felt a pang of remorse that her tail had been replaced by said wings.
Vania didn't like this one bit.
She took a deep breath in, steeled herself, and moved out to try to find anyone else who might remember who they were...
And hopefully, just hopefully, she might find a friend instead of a foe.
She never thought about the why this was being done. She only thought of moving forward, of trying to gain herself back so this feeling of regret would go away.
Vania may have been a demon of Wrath, but this was her domain. And she was going to own it.
CHARACTER: Vania CLAN: War META JOURNAL ARCANA: Chariot BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Blunt, spontaneous, and full of energy. Sometimes calm, but not often.
Why should he wake up? He was having a peaceful sleep, and he had to admit the dream was nice. He was really powerful, he took not s**t from anyone, He was a horsemen of war-
Wait, what was Alice doing here-
....
After a few minutes or orientating himself, his memories returning in full, Jason stood there looking annoyed. Not Darkjay, but Jason. The moon hunter who was somehow stuck in a dream and why the ******** was any of this happening.
His eyes scanned the strange place, sighed, took a deep breath and screamed a curse that echoed everywhere and was probably heard in every clan and everyone in this dream. It was very unlike him, he should be petrified, but when you just remembered that you had been replaced by a complete and utter a*****e who went on murdering rampages it was hard not to be frustrated.
Plus it was hard to be scared in a dream. Even Jason could build up resistance to the weird and uncanny considering he had been pulled into strange dimensions before, and nothing was attacking him at the moment.
"WHY HIM. WHY~" He screamed again. He couldn't hear his weapons voice because of course not. That would be easy and good and he could talk to Zanthvos and - Oh god everyone was here too including Yuki.
Jason flopped to the ground, muttering incoherent words. Did Mordred think this was some funny prank? Perhaps that fragment had influenced this dream somehow. At any rate Alice was involved. And so was Dorothy. From the wizard of Oz? He frowned. Had Death created another AI? Who knew, maybe the horseman had.
He didn't know, all he did know was that he had to go and apologize to as many people as possible.
OOC
Character's name: Darkjay Character's clan: War Character's journal link:Here! Character's arcana Chariot BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 6'2 Blonde war horsemen, hair reaching just past his shoulders and slightly messy. He is a royal a*****e and holds himself above all overs. Likely to anger and lash out at the slightest chance.
Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2017 5:40 am
Wake.
The word echoed in her mind... and Tessa's eyes snapped open.
She was supposed to wake up, to remember... and something was holding her back. Something that didn't want her to remember.
Tessa stared upwards, finding that she was in the Dusk... but why?
Green. Green was the color that stuck in her head, and she blinked hard, breathing in as she stared at her skin.
She was supposed to be green. Raising her now shaking hands, she felt her face, her nose, her ears...
Her ears were wrong, too. They were supposed to be bigger.
Tessa was a goblin.
Staggering to her feet, she rubbed her eyes and pulled at her massive amount of clothing, her breath becoming shorter as she fought to breathe.
This was wrong. This was all wrong.
Tessa knew she had to find someone. Had to talk to someone. But the keener part of her mind... calmed her down.
Some goblins went out into the fray, but her family? No. Her family was intelligent, and she took a mental step back.
No one could know. She had to play it safe, and that meant talking to others while giving away nothing herself.
Tessa calculated in her mind, mouth twisting in thought.
It was time to go find someone... and she had an idea in mind of who exactly to talk to, and find out more information from.
Brushing herself off and grimacing at the feeling of her clothing, she moved out to the main area where she'd been before... intent on finding a few particular people.
It was time to uncover information.
CHARACTER: Tessa CLAN: Famine META JOURNAL ARCANA: Star BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Stoic most of the time, but with a heart of gold. Has green hair that usually blocks her vision, and has recently found a love for hair ties and barrettes. Has an unusual fascination with collecting various sizes and styles of clothing.
It hit Joy hard. Harder than any of the simulated punches and weapon strikes of the dream. So hard that the weight of her memories brought her to her knees and gasping for air. And after the initial vertigo of finding herself straddling the world of waking and dreaming passed, Joy got back to her feet, a grimace on her face.
This has happened before. And of course it had to be ALICE. It was always <******** ALICE. Ever since Wonderland, that ******** AI would continue to just ******** with her head.
Waking dreams were horrible. Lucid waking dreams were even worse. She could remember everything: her baranggay, her old barkada, her new barkada, the Island, the Students, the Horsemen-
She paused at that thought, glancing down at hands that were hers and yet weren't. She ran fingers through short wild hair and gently, reverently, she touched her wings. That part, Joy had to admit, was one of the nice things about being a horseman.
And again the memories, the so-called "rehabilitated" memories deluged her. names and faces of Horsemen that were her "friends" whom now she suspected were just like her. Hunters trapped in some crazy a** nightmare-dream. How many of them were here? Were they all Hunters or were they Students? Or were they even real Horsemen?
She had to find out. Had to do something. Who knew how long she would have hold of her memories? But what exactly should she do? What could she do to remind herself that she was no Horseman but a Hunter.
Liya War Horseman; Warrior Wild Arcana (formerly The Tower Arcana Group D) Journal - 5"0 tall - Mother hen - Loves you all!
Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2017 8:08 am
[Part Three]
Terr woke.
No, not Terr. Terry. He was not a Death Horseman who made FEAR-infused jewelry. He was Terry Cruise, just another basement dwelling weeb pretending to be a normie. And somehow he had managed to sign his life away into being something called a Hunter. He woke, played a Children's Card Game, WON at the Children's Card Game, gotten nearly eaten by mermaids and their pet, found Atlantis, and now he was in some virtual reality dream sequence being controlled by this AI called ALICE that the Dorothy AI replaced.
No matter how outlandish and ridiculous it sounded, somehow, Terry was not at all surprised that he wasn't really all that different as a Horseman, He was, however, more than a little weirded out over the fact that he enjoyed wearing high heels. But those were girl things, why would he- Where was Agata? Where was his weapon? She'd always been this reassuring, if sometimes obtrusive, presence in his head and to suddenly have her be not only silent but absent? He felt strangely hollow.
Where could she have gone? Was she walking out and about like she was one of these fake-horsemen? Was she Elaia? That would explain the kinship he had with the small Death Guardian. Was she actually his weapon all this time? He needed answers. How many of them were here dreaming? s**t, was this going to be like Dot Hack or SAO? He hoped it was the former because ******** you, Kirito, for being a blatant Gary Stu.
Terry still had no idea what he was supposed to do at this point but he might as well find someone to share the confusion with.
Terr Death Horseman; Jeweler Wild Arcana (formerly The Hermit) Journal - 6"0 tall - Workaholic - Stoic on the outside, geek on the inside - Tendency to forget to eat/sleep/bathe when working
Rep opened his eyes and in waking from his dream he woke from pretty much ******** everything. He was loser called William and where the ******** was he?
(I'll do a separate thread)
Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2017 9:37 am
[Part Three]
Kyrie was in the process of pressing every button in the elevator systematically as she was still in building. She had no real reason for staying there but she had anyway, and was wondering where her companion was. She could remember him vividly and knew she should find the Death hunter, but had no idea how to go about it.
She was in the process of pressing the last button as the AI pushed itself into her mind causing her to freeze. Kyrie was waking again, but now she was Kimberly a hunter who, well who was a menace to society and had mucked up her life pretty badly. Chinthliss should have been with her, her whip, weapon, friend. Friends, they were missing too.
She pressed her hand to her head and faught to properly wake, to force her way out of this false life. She was not a Horseman, she hunted them, tried to fix the mistakes they made. She had to find her friends, but she had no idea where to look, or how to look. Gah this was too much.
Her phone.. she still had it, she looked down and found a name Terr. Terry? She had to try.
It started her, like knocking her out of a waking sort of dream - something she really only got to experience so many times. The real her, not this one, she corrected as she looked down at her hands. Still black but because of the gloves she wore. Physically, from her vantage point anyways, she wasn't too far off; just a little more leather and metal and not enough poof. Weird that was her first train of thought but well, she had looked down and had investigated anyways.
Her head picked up, eyes glancing around as a sort of deja vu passed by like a whisper. There was no panic, yet, as she took it all in around her. It was such a strange setting and so much odd information to get in suddenly. She had encountered Alice before, hadn't she? In that one other simulation that.. she was fully aware was a computer thing? That was probably the difference here; here, she didn't know how she had gotten here or why she had such a jumbled mess of memories. (And if she had to admit, being a clansman was a little fun). Here she wasn't sure if it was even a reality or a dream. If she had indeed actually been changed into something anew.
But there was also something else that stuck out, Olivia realized as she looked at all the faces around her. The many theres there had been familiar faces, bonded together in their adventures throughout whatever new thing they had gotten themselves into. Here, even surrounded by a few, she felt so very alone. No one looked familiar, no one felt familiar. The small ghoul let out a staggered breathe (aa, she could do that). What of her friends from Amity, had they found themselves here as well. And what of her friends that she held so dear here? Just disguised or were they real? Olivia's hands balled into fists as they placed with the hem of one of her torn pieces of skirt, her face scrunched together in distress.
She didn't really like this feeling... and right now didn't like being here.
name: Elaia journal:A link! clan: Death (Guardian) arcana: Sun description: Short, petite under them layers of armor and furs. Hair is a mass of deep blue curls and blue eyes brightened by her black scerla. Is way too happy for her own good... and will fight you.
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