Waits was growing tired of this game, none seemed to produce the desired results - the way out. But he continued anyways, perhaps more to see what each of the bottles did.
At first he reached out for one in particular, but memory served to remind him of which one that had been - the sweet one. Disgusting. So, instead he reached for one he had not tried but unfortunately found it too to be sweet in flavor, but thankfully with a hint of sour. (Still, little saving grace really).
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It had been his sworn duty to rescue the fair princess from the dastardly foes that had kidnapped her from their kingdom; his reward would be great, his name would be known and put into song and poem. Infamy and his desires.
And with such a simple task, they had gone down with such little effort. His tricks and knowledge getting the best of them, his tactics perhaps not appropriate for a knight but more of a thief and a rack - tricks, cunning, poisons and back stabbing but would implore them all given the chance. No one had told him he was supposed to make it look pretty and to live exactly by the code. Get the job done.
Another fell at his feet, convulsing and holding the throat he had slit before that life force was finally distinguished. Waits almost smiled but decided not to waste time and headed towards the stairs, to the tower where the Princess was waiting for him.
His gloved hand forced open the door. She turned. It turned. "Home Sweet Home." Princess Qarah hissed.
"You." A clever rouse, cruel. Degrading for someone such as him to have been tricked into rescuing that. Waits' eyes narrowed, anger filled him as he advanced on the scavenger; his hands around it's throat in a flash, pressing it against the wall. "How dare you trick me."
But all Qarah did was grin, wickedly, speaking in a garbled mess that he could not fully understand but could at least make out the implications of the deal he had made. That he was still meant to rescue it, to save it from the kidnappers, to gain his fortune and fame. That Qarah was still not safe. To do his duty.
Waits growled, pushed the imbecile further into the wall and bared his teeth. "No." He stated, evenly and slid it's body across the stone towards the open window.
And pushed.
"May you wither!" Was the last thing he heard from Qarah, that scavenger's next dream managing to cross into this one it seemed -
as Waits finally found him pulled out of the whole mess in the last minute. The alchemist rocked back and growled low, a series of clicks emanating from him from his now found annoyance. Was IT here? Why did that thing cross his mind and enter a dream? He bristled then promptly left as the door was finally made available.
EVENT 4: You drink a drink that tastes a little sweet-savory. You dream a dream where you are offered a chance at any wish, thanks to the djinn/genie called (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). They grant your wish but they mention the consequence is (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has). A choice is made.
It sipped from the next bottle, making a face reflexively at the sweet undertone.
A genie, and Qarah laughed and ugly raucous laugh at the sight of the genies face, because who knew, who had known, who would ever guess? How ridiculous, how hilarious. Trap Waits in a bottle, make him grant wishes, make him work!
It wished for him to go away, impulsively and out of spite, and watched the grin spread over his face, and found itself trapped quite suddenly, confined, banging ineffectually on the bottle and shouting in furious betrayal. "Traitor, imbecile! May you wither!"
The next bottle was far different from the first, where the one had a tint of booze, something akin to cider, this one was sweet, no it was sour. The mixed flavors made the ghoul flinch a bit as she smacked her lips before gazing off again.
The tower was tall but she wasn't giving up, round and round the stairs she ran, a strange sword in her hand. Guard after guard was cut down in quick smooth slices. The last found himself impaled on the strange sword. "Farewell, I have a princess to save," she said just before kicking the poor fool down the stairs.
The door didn't last, a single shoulder pushed her through. "My love I've come for you, we must go quickly, others will arrive and they'll come from both stairs!" In reality Sammy would be cringing at the overly-prince-charming way she said all of that, thankfully she didn't do anything but continue to stare in to space.
"Traitor! Imbecile! May you wither!" The princess, or prince? Sammy wasn't sure suddenly, had turned and moved forward in haste shoving her back out the door.
"Don't you remember me!?" She cried as the figure she had come to save slide a small bug shaped blade into her gut.
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).
"Bottoms up." Grape touched his mouth and the world seemed to spin.
There was no way out. His connection to his weapon was severed, half the hunters were dead and he had no way out. He had to do this, it was the only way to get home and get out. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She pleaded with them, to not let the Horsemen take her, to not let her be consumed by them. But if they didn't, they'd all be consumed.
"I'm sorry, Nora, I'm sorry."
She retorted something at him, "Traitor, imbecile! May you wither!" It was... well aptly put. Oddly sounding though. Then they let her go and the portal closed behind them on her screams.
He had just arrived to the lost clans sanctuary, and high above the area they soared, he with another of the war clan, who was meant to be showing him around.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Finn looked confused, casting his flying mate a sidelong look and a frown. "Sorry for what?"
The other replied "I'm sorry, Nora, I'm sorry."
"Um, okay well hey, my name is Finn, remember? Not Nora, whoever the ******** that is. Hey, want to show me to where the portal to the lair is located?" He asked, and when the other nodded, he followed him into a downward dive.
EVENT 6: You drink a drink that tastes a little alcoholic. You dream a dream where everything you experienced is a part of an online game. The actual name of your best friend and identity is (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You play around with them and they are more than happy to give you MMO advice saying (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has).
BOOM! Another monster dissipated into little pixels from the might of Li Shou's sword.
Though, when I say monsters I really mean little sewer rats, and when I say 'sword', I mean the +2 stick of smiting. "I... Am a badass." The boil said, nodding to his own words as if there was no chance they could be untrue.
He looked to his friend, the companion who had been battling along side him since level one. That was eons ago. They were level five now!
"What say you, comrade? Which ugly beast should we beat the hell out of next?"
To which, they responded: "Um, okay well hey, my name is Finn, remember? Not Nora, whoever the ******** that is. Hey, want to show me to where the portal to the lair is located?"
Li Shou blinked, bewildered.
"... Is that a secret dungeon? Lets go!" Sure, he wouldn't question it. 5/10
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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.
Without Shenny, without anyone she knew, Amarus padded warily through the corridor of Dreams. She knew better than to swallow things she didn't recognize; she'd always known this, and yet somehow she kept encountering situations in which if she did not take a chance, she would get nowhere. She was immensely sick of gambling her own health on bottles and foods and drinks-- after all, a walking narcotic like herself knew the evil that hid in innocuous vessels.
Still, with a shrug, Amarus chose a bottle seemingly at random. They would likely all try to kill her, at some point, so what did it matter? she sniffed at its open mouth, frowned gently, and drank. It was sharp, and she almost spat it out, forcing herself to swallow the acidic liquid. Amarus grimaced, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and let the bottle fall to the floor.
In her dream, she dreamt that Li Shou was a young Iodine Treat: black fur, blacker eyes, an adorable ball of fluff with a pompom looking tail. She dreamt that it was in her lap, looking up at her with its little coal eyes and saying: Nothing, at the moment. She narrowed her mirror-silver eyes at the iodine-treat Li Shou, waiting for words.
"I am not sure which fate would be worse: an eternity of waiting for you to speak, or an eternity of hearing you speak," she said aloud, tilting her head. Her bells rang.
Being alone, naturally, would not quite scare the Lotus Eater.
Sexy Cocaine
WELL hello there~ Amarus is dreaming Li Shou is a stg 2 Iodine Treat, yayy
It was go time. The big match. Face off. Finn had been waiting for this day since he first began his journey as a minipet master, with his faithful mini, Jake the Cactpup at his side.
Eyes narrowed at his rival. "I'm not they twelve year old boy you once knew, Am. I'm a grown man now, and the best damn mini pet champion in the entire ******** world!" He raised a fist in the air, because ******** YA! Triumph and all that s**t.
She raised her meticulous eyebrows at him in return. "I am not sure which fate would be worse: an eternity of waiting for you to speak, or an eternity of hearing you speak,"
Finn squinted at her, not sure if what he just heard was an insult or a compliment, though it seemed to be a bit of both.
"You're right. A little less conversation, a little more action. Jake! Attack! Punchaherbuns!"
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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.
Nothing in her body seemed to be working as it should. Her essence spilled from wounds all over her body, which made it impossible to feel afraid or to really respond to external stimuli at all: she felt calm, as though she was reaching through a heavy sleep just to touch the dream at all. As if it was someone else's dream. "I wonder what will happen, now that I have lost," she said simply, her silver eyes shutting.
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.
Sammy snapped out of the last dream blinking at a near by horsemen, she quickly turned away grabbing another drink.
The bitterness was stronger in this one, like a dark coffee, full of twisted evil feelings. The new vision was darker then the others. The same strange sword was in hand, it was long, wide, heavy. A sigal like a disc engraved in the middle just above the hilt. She remembered lifting the weapon as the prisoners where brought forth.
All of them pleaded, they all begged for her to forgive them. Spare them, the village, the family. She was in a temple, an impromptu throne room as she rose up. Among them she saw a figure that filled her with rage, Li Shou, storming forward she dragged the heavy weapon behind her, sparks flying.
"YOU! You who had undermined my orders, you who acted like you where above your post, a traitor in our ranks and scum highest of all." the blade whipped around in another arch of sparks, she didn't even hear his voice as she brought the weapon high crashing it down, severing the poor boils head.
And then she was awake, looking across the table at him, her eyes bursting bright and her pale cheeks getting the faintest hint of purple color as she quickly moved away to not face the poor boil she had just murdered in her mind.
On the bright side; where ever they ended up the rude little first year wasn't dead and that was a win... sort of...
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Drink 3
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10Total: 10 (1-12)
Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 5:04 pm
[[ 3 / 10 ]]
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).
Waking up, Amarus sat slowly and then stood to her feet, contemplating the bottles. Would she be stuck here forever, examining them to try to discern their contents? No, she would try her best to move around the circle if she had to. It was easier to keep track than guessing at random.
If only she'd stop falling asleep, so she could remember which bottles she'd had. After a moment of contemplation, she downed another bottle, and in this dream she woke to hearing: "House of the Dragon!"
There was a lot of applause from her house: she could see the group to which she now belonged, and she was only too eager to go join them. Powerful, beautiful, cunning, sharp; this House was the one she had loved best her whole life, the one she'd always hoped to find as her home. And now it was. "Good evening," she said to the person nearest her, as she sat down at their long table, and folded her hands in front of her to watch the proceedings.
Later, as she was purchasing her wand which she inexplicably did not have yet, Amarus ran into Sammy. Terrible, horrible, Nemesis Sammy. "House of the Sugar Glider? How appropriate," Amarus said, the corner of her pale mouth tilting up in a sneer. She looked at Sammy through narrowed silver eyes.
"You who had undermined my orders... traitor scum... acted ranks! Above! YOU!" Dream-sammy said, the words swimming in and out in terms of both volume and content. Amarus just stared. Sammy had always been her nemesis, but now it seemed like perhaps the fight had been a little one-sided. Amarus almost felt sorry for the weird student.
Miliardo Kason
Welcome to pigfarts, dream-sammy. House of the Sugar Gliders!
He was getting really tired of having his a** kicked in his dreams, yet here he was, again, beaten and bloodied, with yet another rival standing above him, lording over him like some kind of stupid god.
What made it even worse was that this time, it was the exact opposite of.
Oliver. <******** hell, Princess. You pack a punch." He coughed, before finding a foot pressing down against his throat.
"Save your breath. You're going to need it when we're finished with you." From behind him, there was a face that Finn didn't actually recognize, a woman with pink hair that was not Chel.
"Ya, tie him up! Throw him in the ocean!" The little sidekick was quite forthcoming with information in regards to Finn's fate. <********." He sighed.
He supposed this was payback for the whole shower thing.
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The dream abruptly shifted. He was in a forest, brightly colored, and there was a girl standing not far away, her arms held out towards him. He stepped up towards her, and leaned in for a quick hug, as that is what it seemed she wanted.
Pulling away from the faceless girl with golden tresses, she whispered to him but a few simple words. "You can do it".
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The dream faded away and what was left was Finn standing in front of a door.
"Holy shiiiit, about ******** time." He jogged towards the opening and slipped through, wondering if this was finally the end.
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.
7/10
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Event 9
You drink a drink that tastes a little fizzy. You dream a dream where you have become the ultimate minipet collector and battle master. Your rival however, is the son of the Professor Deadoak, named (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You challenge them to a minipet battle and they respond with (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has). A choice is made.
After the most recent of her dreams, Amarus woke feeling a little bit like she had regressed. She had not been quite so rude to anyone in a very long time. At least not that she had realized.
The next bottle she had sent her into a dream that she was, of all things, a Minipet collector. As in her waking life, she specialized in winged creatures of all types. Her current pet, perched on her shoulder, was an Insanity Aegis Wyvling.
"Li Shou, I have traveled far and wide... to challenge you to a battle," Amarus said, pointing one slender, pale finger at him. Her current pet screeched, then preened, as if punctuating. Amarus stroked its crazy feathers.
