Lady in the Golden Wood rolled 1 20-sided dice:
9Total: 9 (1-20)
Lady in the Golden Wood
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2014 6:43 pm
9. Repeat
JabberWhut wanted to leave the memory. He hated it. He didn't want to see himself crying, no matter how young he was. He didn't want to see the fact that his older sister was better than him again. But it did happen, again.
He was back in his old room. His old tutor was frowning at his student as the younger Jabber scribbled out answers. He simply didn't understand it. He wasn't a genius. He wasn't smart. He was normal, not his sister. His sister was brilliant. She was brilliant.
"Wrong again." said the old tutor and handed back the sheet of paper to the boy. The young boy was biting his bottom lip now. He didn't want to be doing this. He wanted to go outside. He didn't want to be here. He erased his old answers and started anew.
"Wrong again." said the old tutor and handed back the sheet of paper to the boy. The boy was biting his bottom lip harder now. He wanted to leave. He wasn't his older sister; he wasn't brilliant. Please, make it stop.
"Wrong again." The little boy started crying.
(2/3)
MY STATS
My character's username: JabberWhut My character's level: 2 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Current party: n/a Current Guild: n/a Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character: Standard cheshire cat uniform with blue scarf and a black coat. Has fluffy black hair and cat ears and forked cat tail. Bright green eyes. Character journal:Here
Lady in the Golden Wood rolled 1 20-sided dice:
9Total: 9 (1-20)
Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2014 6:50 pm
9.Repeat
No, JabberWhut really wanted to leave now. No, not again. Please, please, please, not again. Dude, he really hated this lake.
He was back in his old room again. His old tutor and his younger self sitting right way he had seen them before.
"Wrong again." said the old tutor.
"Wrong again." said the old tutor.
Wrong again." said the old tutor.
The little boy started crying and he was scribbling furiously over his paper now. He didn't want to be here. He wanted to leave; he wanted to leave. He left. He gave up. He wasn't as good as his older sister and that was that. Screw them.
There was a beep. The present JabberWhut was standing by the lake again. Level 3.
He continued to stand there for a couple more moments before he started walking again. Yes, he had gained a level, but he did not want to see that memory again. He left.
(3/3)
MY STATS
My character's username: JabberWhut My character's level: 3 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Current party: n/a Current Guild: n/a Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character: Standard cheshire cat uniform with blue scarf and a black coat. Has fluffy black hair and cat ears and forked cat tail. Bright green eyes. Character journal:Here
Boots crushed the dirt underfoot, the rattling of a sword in it's hilt as Mantis wandered down the path. A card spinning in his hand, it was another small attack card. Nothing fancy. The card flickered away stored in her inventory as a voice seemed to call out.
"Hey! Wake up you'll be late for class!"
Drums, guitars, music, music they had made as friends.
Mantis stopped a chill running through his spine. Why was he hearing these things? Turning off the path he moved towards the voices the sounds, something familiar that shouldn't be in a game. The water was the source, a hand reached out one of flesh that should have been bone.
The voices exploded in his head. A flash of the bands fighting it out. A flicker of red as she took Maladors hat. Shehk threw a drum, she raised her guitar to swing.... the ending of a fight the chaos the calm after she, Siddie, and Shehk where knocked out by the stranger. It had been the first big thing she did at the school the beginning to an end of being alone.
When the memory suddenly cut the lake was silent, her, no his hand, the character she was still stood at the edge hand dipped into the water. Slowly he stepped back, another card flickering in his hand.
This was starting to feel less like a game very quickly.
MY STATS
My character's username: Mantis My character's level: 3 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Gryphon Current party: None Current Guild: None Location: Here Currently Small IC description of character: 5’7 standard gryphon colors and male. Currently using a simple sword for a weapon, red hair with a white streak fit build and bright purple eyes. Looks like her normal character just gender bent to a male human. Character journal:http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?page=1&t=24278665#363756555
There was something to be said for a first break up. First relationships in general, really. this one had been a whirlwind from the start; something that he hadn't expected, at least partially because he still wasn't used to people finding him interesting or attractive... Or anything really.
That she had broken up with him hadn't come as that big of a surprise. That she had used 'it's not you, it's me', on the other hand, had sent him to wallowing because he knew that it was the other way around. It was always the other way around... There was no way to avoid it. There was something wrong with him, had been since the attack, and everyone knew.
MY STATS
My character's username: HotTea42 My character's level: 2 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Mad Hatter Current party: N/A Current Guild: Unaligned Location: Tulgey Wood Small IC description of character: Tall, pale and tattooed over scars. This brown dreaded Hatter seems as though he might be a little worse for wear, but he's almost always smiling except for when he's not. Character journal:BATTLE ENTRY LOG
Current Quest:When will my reflection show...? 1/3
He inched back against the brick wall, trying to make himself disappear. If he could just get closer to the wall maybe he could become a part of it. Maybe the thing that was after him wouldn't be able to find him. Maybe he could just fade away, no one seemed to notice him anyways...
Golden eyes glowed in the darkness and he watched as they came towards him. Closer... Closer... He bit back a cry and that was all it took for the monster to pounce.
MY STATS
My character's username: HotTea42 My character's level: 2 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Mad Hatter Current party: N/A Current Guild: Unaligned Location: Tulgey Wood Small IC description of character: Tall, pale and tattooed over scars. This brown dreaded Hatter seems as though he might be a little worse for wear, but he's almost always smiling except for when he's not. Character journal:BATTLE ENTRY LOG
Current Quest:When will my reflection show...? 2/3
"Right, so here's the deal." He set the books down on the table with a thud, brushing the layer of dust off of the top. "I got these things for a great deal, ok? They're a little worn and I think someone's cat chewed on the edges of the PHB, but..."
"PHB...?"
He ignored the skeptical look that came along with the hesitant question. "Player's Handbook." He filled in quickly before continuing on. "But this is great. Now all we need is a notebook or two, a way to copy some character sheets... Or fudge our own... And dice."
"Th'hell are we going to do with that?"
"Do? DO? We, my friend, are going to fight monsters. This is Dungeons and Dragons."
MY STATS
My character's username: HotTea42 My character's level: 2 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Mad Hatter Current party: N/A Current Guild: Unaligned Location: Tulgey Wood Small IC description of character: Tall, pale and tattooed over scars. This brown dreaded Hatter seems as though he might be a little worse for wear, but he's almost always smiling except for when he's not. Character journal:BATTLE ENTRY LOG
Current Quest:When will my reflection show...? 3/3
"It's always the same with you!" She shouted, fingers curled into fists, eyes gleaming with anger. To prove her point she began to mimic her mother, the words leaving her mouth at the same time as her mother's exactly if not just a few seconds later.
"That's not funny." "What would your father say?" "Do you have to be so diffic-- ALDARA."
The last bit, her name shouted angrily, left the two harpies at a stand off, neither willing to back down, neither knowing what else to say.
It would happen again, just like this, a dozen or so more times before she would be shipped off to Amityville... Life on repeat. A real mess.
MY STATS
My character's username: CorvidaeCat My character's level: 2 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Current party: N/A Current Guild: Unaligned Location: Tulgey Wood Small IC description of character: If it weren't for the feathers, one might think that Corvidae was meant to be a cat... Character journal:BATTLE ENTRY LOG
Willard stared into the water. There were so many noises. So many voices... he was sure he recognized... words from long ago.
He stole it. Of course he did, he stole everything. This time it was a nice shiny new sailboat. One that belonged to an older monster. He had painted it each stroke lovingly and Willard had his eyes on it for some time. When the moment came up he struck, taking the boat with arrogance and glee.
He didn't expect the old man to have seen him. Nor did he expect for him to be so quick. The old man stepped out in front of him and Willard came to a stop, eyes wide. He was caught. There was no denying the boat in his hands. He was going to be in such trouble.
"You forgot the other pieces," The old monster said quietly holding out some pieces to the boat. A replacement sail and mast. "She won't last long without them."
Willard stared, eyes confused, "I don't... understand. Why would?"
"You must like it," He said soft, "I was a boy once. I took my fair share but no punishment ever out did it. I learned from my mistakes." He offered he pieces again. "When someone gave me something I realized how much better it felt to be given something."
Willard stared at him and then up at the boat. He only wanted the thrill. Not to see him upset. He put the boat down and shook his head, "Keep it," He responded and took off.
He was never going to take something sentimental again.
MY STATS
My character's username: Willard My character's level: 2 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Rabbit Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Basile is a short 4'11 and sickly. He seems to be suffering from a constant cold and has dark eyes. He gives an air of being suspicious. Character journal:LINK
She stared at the wall behind the matriarch's head, unable to bring herself to look directly at the elder harpy despite the fact that they were related by blood; despite knowing that the woman creature berating her was her own grandmother. A storm was brewing within her, one that she would have released had she just known how at the time.
"Yes, grandmother..." She murmured, wishing she could scream, wanting nothing more than to let her know how much she hated her.
It was only a shame that she wanted her approval so much as well...
MY STATS
My character's username: CorvidaeCat My character's level: 2 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Current party: N/A Current Guild: Unaligned Location: Tulgey Wood Small IC description of character: If it weren't for the feathers, one might think that Corvidae was meant to be a cat... Character journal:BATTLE ENTRY LOG
For a brief moment she experienced loathing like no other she had ever experienced before. She was in the middle of taking a test... A TEST that could very well effect her future; what she did with her life, where she went from here... And her pen had chosen that very moment to try and attack.
The penstrictor reared its stupid striped head and turned and... She resisted the urge to yell at it, tried not to make a scene by throwing it across the room. She settled for flicking it right between its beady little eyes.
She would take a feather quill over a penstrictor any day...
MY STATS
My character's username: CorvidaeCat My character's level: 2 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Current party: N/A Current Guild: Unaligned Location: Tulgey Wood Small IC description of character: If it weren't for the feathers, one might think that Corvidae was meant to be a cat... Character journal:BATTLE ENTRY LOG
Byakko followed the hypnotic voices to the lake. He then knelt by the edge and looked in the water, seeing flashes of memories and faces reflecting back. He paused a moment then reached forward and touched the water, getting sucked into a memory.
~He was sprawled out on the couch upside down, feet hanging over the back and head hanging over right above the floor. In his hands he held a controller and he was quickly pushing buttons and moving the joysticks around. On his face there was a big grin and he was barely holding back laughter as the guy on the couch beside him was cussing him out while pushing buttons on his own controller. "Seriously A, how are you beating me while upside down!?" his friend grumbled. "Practice!" He replied, sparing a nostalgic thought back to the many hours he spent playing in the arcade.~
MY STATS
My character's username: Byakko My character's level: 3 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Cheshire, Red Ace of Hearts Current party: ... Current Guild: ... Location: Zone 1 Small IC description of character: Tan skin, red eyes, and green hair. He wears clothes of white with yellow accents, and has white cat ears and a white and gray striped cat tail. Character journal:{X}
Willard was never so proud of himself as he was in that moment. That moment when he held up the first thing he'd ever stolen. It was a small coin from someone's purse but he'd done it. He'd gone up and shoved his hand into the purse and stolen it. All without being caught. He was grinning to himself and the thrill was rushing through him. He knew he could do it. But it felt so good to finally have done it. To have taken something that didn't belong to him and the best part was not getting caught.
MY STATS
My character's username: Willard My character's level: 2 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Rabbit Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Basile is a short 4'11 and sickly. He seems to be suffering from a constant cold and has dark eyes. He gives an air of being suspicious. Character journal:LINK
He wasn't like the other ghosts and creatures that haunted around his town. He was just sort of lonely. It took him a long time to get used to the idea he would never really fit in with them. No creature no matter how frightening didn't want their things taken and he wasn't exactly like the others. He had his seven others that followed. Sure they were mindless but they were his 'brothers'.
He was alone and tired when he glanced a the rest of his 'nest mates'. They crowed around him and he tested the knots on his tail. They were strong and powerful and the rest of his 'brothers' nuzzled into his ears. They were a rat King and he no longer felt the need to be normal. He was normal. He was the King of his rats and they were his family. A loving, normal family.
MY STATS
My character's username: Willard My character's level: 2 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Rabbit Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Basile is a short 4'11 and sickly. He seems to be suffering from a constant cold and has dark eyes. He gives an air of being suspicious. Character journal:LINK
The next memory followed right after the first, almost blending it if it wasn't for the fact that they were in different settings.
~He walked along the sidewalk with his face practically buried in his coat. America was sometimes too cold in his opinion and it made him miss Australia. As he walked he noticed a little girl standing by a tree looking up in the branches with a scowl on her face and her hands on her hips. He slowed to a stop by her and tilted his head. "Is there a problem?" He asked and she turned to him, her scowl growing. "Mr. Fluff isn't coming down from the tree!" She said then pointed at a fluffy orange cat up on a branch.
He looked between her and the cat for a moment then shrugged. "I'll see if I can get him down." The little girls face lit up in a smile hearing this. "Thank you mister!" He moved over to the tree and started to make his way up the branches slowly, wondering how he would get the cat down with out getting scratched six ways to Sunday while doing so. Thankfully by the time he reached the branch the cat was on he had an idea. It didn't take him long to put his idea to use and to climb back down carefully, the cat safely wrapped up in his coat.~
MY STATS
My character's username: Byakko My character's level: 3 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Cheshire, Red Ace of Hearts Current party: ... Current Guild: ... Location: Zone 1 Small IC description of character: Tan skin, red eyes, and green hair. He wears clothes of white with yellow accents, and has white cat ears and a white and gray striped cat tail. Character journal:{X}
The third memory started up right after the second one as well. It was almost enough to make a guy dizzy.
~He sat there resisting the urge to swing his legs back and forth like a child. He was almost twelve so he was most certainly not a child! His eyes darted over to the door to check again, for the fifth time in two minutes, if it had opened up and let his newest family in. He had mixed feelings when he saw it wasn't opened yet and was just about to turn away again when it finally opened.
In walked his social worker and the couple who would be fostering him for the foreseeable future. He eyed them, taking in their appearance and body language as he stood up out of his seat. The man smiled to him and held out his hand. "It's nice to see you again Aiden, ready to begin being part of the family?" He shook the mans hand and gave a small smile. "Yes sir."~
Thankfully the memories finally stopped and he moved a bit away from the water only to almost trip over a treasure chest that he didn't recall being there before. Byakko opened it and hummed a small 'item get' song from a game he remembered playing before while pulling out a new card.
[Level +1, Card +1]
MY STATS
My character's username: Byakko My character's level: 4 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Cheshire, Red Ace of Hearts Current party: ... Current Guild: ... Location: Zone 1 Small IC description of character: Tan skin, red eyes, and green hair. He wears clothes of white with yellow accents, and has white cat ears and a white and gray striped cat tail. Character journal:{X}
My character's username: Willard 
