Where she was falling from or falling to avoided her thoughts. She simply fell. That sense of vertigo when one falls asleep plagued her eternally in the dark. Something tugged at her thoughts, but it slipped through her fingers as she fell. For eons the silence stretched on.
Then came the muffled noises. They weren't loud, they weren't harsh, but each sent a jolt of pain through her. She curled in on herself in the darkness, hands pressed to her ears to keep out the sound.
But the sound grew louder. Words seeped through her fingers, words spoken by voices she didn't recognize. She pressed her hands closer to her ears, almost squeezing her skull with the force. Still the voices found their way through her fingers.
Stop it... stop it... go away... go away!
Vibrant blue eyes snapped open and she stared up at... where ever it was that she was. Female voices chatted around her. Her heart pounded and she panted quietly for a while. She listened as the creature - whatever it was - gave the group the run down on what was going on. In a rather too jolly sort of way with too much cryptic involved. She rolled slowly to her left side, hand coming in contact with a blue gem sitting on the ground. She scowled at the blue cloth on her arms. Who decided on the hearts of all things? Fingers brushed against the gem that held her Fear - What did she fear? - and a single word fluttered through her mind.
She was... Aria. Something shifted within her at the thought. She was Aria. She frowned at the gem as nothing else returned to her, except a increasing feeling of relief that she couldn't remember anything else. She glanced over at the steel weapon lying next to her. From the angle she was lying she couldn't quite see what it was. She pushed herself into a sitting position, scowling at the skin of her bare stomach (though decently pleased she was wearing shorts) and the light blue hearts that covered different portions of the darker blue fabric. Tossled black hair fell over her shoulders and back, pooling on the ground behind her.
It was a scythe. She grabbed it with her left hand - that one was the dominate one, right? - and held it up to look at it more closely. The blade was roughly half the length of the shaft, adorned on the back half with spines and a giant purple orb at the junction. Good enough for her.
Why the hearts, seriously. Uggh even the part over her bust had a bow with a heart thing in it. Uggg.
Aria glanced around as everyone seemed to be in the "I'm confused let's bond for safety" mode. That wasn't her thing, though. She couldn't remember why, but she watched with distrust and kept her weapon close to her, sapphire eyes guarded and her face void of expression.
Name: Aria Age: 14 Color: Blue Class: Mage (Lightning) Appearance:[ X ]
Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 2:25 am
Sharp golden eyes suddenly snapped open as consciousness returned to the figure lying on the ground. Alvar blinked a couple of times before pushing herself up from the ground. Her hand reaching up instantly, rubbing the bridge of her nose in hopes of easing the strange sensation that seems to linger in the form of a dull headache. It doesn’t seem to want to go away.
Ugh.
Her eyes closed as a voice suddenly greeted her. How was she feeling? Regretful that she woke up at all. Did something happen befor - -
Oh.
Her eyes blinked in confusion as not one single memory was retrieved. Her lips pressed itself into a tight line as she tried to remember something, anything about herself. A second passed, a minute pass, and still nothing came up. All possible memories came up blank aside from what she had done upon waking up, and the only information she could remember about herself was her name – Alvar.
Oh dear, what is she to do in this situation?
The voice gave a similar question and was answered with a nod from the girl, though the answer right after was a little unexpected. She – a girl who had just lost her memory- was told that she is to fight. A brow raised in the form of a silent question. Alvar did not look impressed in the least. A bit skeptical - okay maybe very skeptical of the situation at hand – but it did perk her interests. When the thing talked about the glowing blue trinket on the ground, Alvar immediately went to grab it, her free hand knocking into something on the ground.The hell was that? She made a grab for the object and lifted it up only to realize how heavy it was. The culprit of the weight seems to be from the sharp metallic part on the pole. She had found a pollaxe.
Her mind wandered for a while, but it focused on the thing that seems to be explaining to her about…well, everything. FEAR, Humans, Reaper…All these words Alvar felt as if she had heard them before, yet none of them seems to register. At least knowing that the pollaxe had belonged to her seems to make her feel slightly better.
Giving herself a minute to digest the information the thing had just told her, Alvar stood up. There was the mention of others…maybe they would know more about the situation. She headed off the moment she caught the sound of a voice in the distance. It resulted in the discovery of a small gathering of girls.
Isabelle awoke to the sound of unfamiliar chatter around her. A lot in fact, and yet, none were the voice that had previously spoken to her. Who were they though? Was she supposed to know them? Did they know her? Perhaps she really had lost all memory, because there was not a hint of recognition among them.
With a small sigh, she slowly got to her feet, still eying the other girls curiously. Who, now that she looked, all appeared to be the same age. Though what caught her attention the most, was the fancy attire they were wearing. Not that she was an exception to this either. In fact, looking down, she found that like the others, she was also dressed in something fancy. A dress of browns and yellows.
It wasn't tacky, surprisingly. Nor was it uncomfortable. Quite the opposite, really, and after taking a few test steps, she found she had nothing to complain about. Or at least, as far as the clothes went anyways.
The soft glow of her gem reminded her that there was far more to this than a fancy dress. She had chosen to fight--or so she was told. For what reason and why, she couldn't say. She had no memories to speak of and no recollection of this vow. However, from what the voice told her, her decision had something to do with helping the humans... and... something about Fear...?
"Ugh, geez. The more I think about it, the more lost I feel."
Groggy from sleeping, she blinked to see a silhouette of a ... creature talking to her. It asked how she was feeling, and she stared down at her hands, unable to answer.
Was this still a dream? Rising to her feet, she reached up and ran her fingers through a mass of curly red hair, staring at it curiously. Something pressed against her face, and she realized upon feeling it that she wore spectacles. Taking them off to examine them, she noticed that the frames were red, and that she could see a whole lot less than she could while wearing them. Placing them back on her face, she stared at the creature in front of her.
She glanced down at the mention of the item, noticing that there was a small vial sitting next to her with a green hue to it. It seemed... rather noble.
Noble. She was noble. She felt like she was noble, but was at a loss at remembering anything save for her name.
Orabel. Orabel D'Auvay.
She rather liked the sound of that.
Her gaze turned to the creature again, listening to what it had to say. Fear. Benign Fear, and then the Fear that would tip the balance.
And she was one of the chosen. With her very own weapon, it seemed like. A weapon to call her own... and upon looking in her hand, she realized that she'd been holding her weapon all along, hadn't she? Squinting at it, she lifted it to stare at the nunchaku she held, wondering how in the world she'd ever use such a thing.
Glancing around at the others in the room, Orabel remained quiet for the moment, content with waiting and watching to see how things played out for the moment. She didn't want to rush in, not knowing how the playing field was at this moment. From the looks of it, it seemed that others were in the same predicament that she was in - not remembering anything save for their names.
It was a safe bet that she was either dreaming, or hallucinating. Jessie wasn't sure which was more appropriate at the moment, but whatever it was, confusion was a top factor. The young girl blinked at the site of a furry cat thing in front of her, it's words making no sense to her what so ever. It spoke of fear, reapers, fighting, humans. The concepts made her head hurt. But the most frightening thing was that she couldn't remember anything. She had nomemories, save for her name. No idea where she was or how she got here. Just...nothing
And that was only the start of it. Beside her were two objects that she assumed must of belonged to her. She picked up the smaller of the two, a tiny purple gem encased in gold. It was beautiful, and after picking it up she was loathed to let it go. The other item near her was a large scythe, it's curved edge wickedly sharp. Her hands brushed along the handle, cautious of picking the item up as her mind struggled to come to terms with all of this. the little cat thing had mentioned reapers...did that mean she was one?
She began to notice there were other voices around her, and this brought some clarity. At least she wasn't the only one who was confused.
Waking to the sound of another voice, Hanna's gaze landed upon the small creature before her.
"Where am I..? What -"
No memories surfaced when asked, nothing at all. No knowledge on her life before now, or why she was here, only her name.
Little could she do, Hanna merely listened as the creature explained things further. She had chosen to fight? To keep balance? As vague as it was, she was in no mood to moan about the consequences now, especially if it was her own doing. She would go along with it, for now.
Clutching the small item in hand, she eyed it suspiciously, before casting her gaze downward to her weapon. A sword, huh..? Slightly ornate in appearance; it had a slim build and was was fairly easy to wield. Definitely not something she would have difficulties swinging about when in combat, which she supposed was bound to happen sooner or later, judging from what she had been told.
"Hmm.."
Casually glancing about the group of girls gathered, she made no attempt to speak with them, while instead, silently inspected everyone from where she stood. A large, yet small force, depending on what it was they were to face.
'They - everyone, including herself, here - were the only ones that remained', he had said. That didn't inspire much confidence..
(( half awake, so sorry if my post is crap OTL Just wanting that trophy >:U ))
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 5:39 am
Arietta tapped her own head, as she sat there in a populated part of the space. She tapped it repeatedly, as if doing that might bring some memories back to her. She rubbed her head with both of her hands, undoing her braids as she tried to furiously find something.
How strange it was to be left with nothing. Nothing but her name. She patted her chest, out of relief, finally glad she was able to find something. Only when she looked down, did she realize that her clothes were different.
Well, perhaps not different, since she didn't know what she wore before. Was this her usual clothes? Something struck her as odd, although it didn't seem out of style.. Her head tipped to the side, eyes traveling back, as she examined her outfit cautiously. In her lap was a tiny little egg gem, one of the prettiest things she had ever seen .. and looking around, Arietta saw several other girls grasping theirs. After staring for several more seconds, Arietta reached the slow conclusion, that this was hers.
Presumably important. Since it was her choice, as the creature had said. The decisions Arietta made, the past Arietta, must have been very important. The new memory-less Arietta, "Arietta version two," she had dubbed herself, was obliged to follow her duty. What was her duty?
She stared down at the chakram-like weapons before her, wondering why she didn't have a sword or a bow, like some others did. Presumably, their gems and weapons were different as well. But the discs felt comfortable in her hand, familiar, unexpectedly. She didn't expect it to be.
"But I do wonder what it was I fought for.. I wish Arietta number one had kept a diary or something. It would have been quite the helpful thing."
She decided to approach the nearest female, the discs tucked into a sheath-like cloth on her side.
"Hm?" She quoted the girl, a curious small smile on her slightly bewildered expression.
Her eyes blinked slowly as she looked down at her hands. Something was different.. She flexed them slowly and then raised one into the air and stared at it a little bit more. She's wearing gloves. Why.. gloves.. Does this have anything to do with her job? Do reapers need gloves? Soft brows furrowed as she tries to remember. But it's useless. Nothing will come to her but the recollection of meeting a cat thing.
At least she's not the only one. Her bright eyes glances at the other confused reapers. She notices that they all have such cute costumes. Her mouth quirks up into a smile and she tilts her head. Quickly looking down she gasps at her own costume. It was sickly cute. Bright and happy-- all sweet. Perhaps she liked candy before? Something about that did seem right. Candy--
That's when she noticed her weapon was a giant lollipop. Her face falls and she looks utterly confused. What kind of weapon is that to use? maybe she can wack someone with it.. Her brows furrow deeply and she bends down to pick up the giant thing, looking at the ribbons. Well it's heavy.. and cute.
Sighing she tries to remember something else-- and that's when it hits her. Her name is Alice. Alice. That name sounds fairy-tail esque. But it's a nice name. She smiles brightly and holds the lollipop tightly. Now, what else can she remember?
Oh that's right, the cat thing mentioned something about fighting.. But. But why did she chose to fight? And what exactly was it that she chose to fight exactly. Her mind goes blank and a sharp throb pounds behind her eyes. Gasping loudly, she holds onto her head and lets out a whimper. It's not good to think. Don't think at all.
Lifting her head up, she quietly looks around and wonders if she go talk to the other reapers.. perhaps they know something.
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Name: Alice Age: 13 Color: Orange Race: Reaper Weapon: ... lollipop? (please tell me if i can't use this orz) Appearence P.S I have work from 12est to 8est so i won't be able to respond often.. but feel free to uote me ; u;
Simone groaned slightly, what was that noise? What was going on at all she wondered as she slipped her feet off the bed. She remembered a figure it had spoken to her but then everything seemed to just fade again. Shaking her head she listened to all around her, there were other voice.
Happily jumping up feeling a little woosy for having done so she quickly made her way to the voices. They sounded nice enough.
"Uhh...HI!"
She blurted out as soon as she saw the others. If nothing else she'd get noticed.
[[SOrry it's short trying to do this on the cellphone before running to work, feel free to interact will respond slowly]]
More people were joining them. Kleio noticed that they all had weapons, albeit different ones. So they were really all here to fight then? But more questions lingered in her mind and she longed for answers because she was wary and unsure.
Her grip tightened around her weapon as she managed a smile towards the other girls. "Hi." She said to the girls that arrived. "I'm Kleio! That's what I think I am-- or was called, at least." She had just realized that hey, how could she be sure that it was her name? But it sounded familiar enough, comforting enough.
Kleio really really wanted her memory back. And all these girls had a right to remember too! It was terrible, wasn't it? To have a life, and possibly things and people you loved that you couldn't remember?
Jocelyn sighed as she sat up, her voice no more than a whisper. Her pigtails bounced, prompting the girl to reach up to them. It was an inspection, really, as her hand poked through the hair down to her bare shoulders, over the snug bodice of her top, and down to the bounce of her ruffled skirt. "Ahh?"
She had a sweet voice, soft and lilting, and wide confused clear blue eyes. It was only after her own personal check that she finally stood and self consciously smoothed her skirt down over her behind. It was then the girl remembered, was it a dream? A quick glance found the small colored bauble and her own wand. Her wand. Oh yes.. of course. She was magical.
Duh.
Joce smiled sweetly to herself at her own moment of forgetfulness. It seemed to have sunken in a bit further than she expected.. or was she always this flighty? She couldn't really remember. The girl giggled to herself a bit with a blush. In her own little world she was only just now realizing that there were others as well.
"Hi Kleio.." Joce responded on instinct, clutching her wand and gem thinger tightly to herself as she ran up to the girls who chatted close to her. "I'm Jocelyn.. Or Joce." She smiled brightly. "I'm not sure what's going on.. honestly."
It was only upon jogging closer to them all that she realized she was a bit younger than most... and shorter. It brought a self conscious flush to her cheeks.
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Name:Jocelyn Age: 12 - and short Gem: Pink Race: Reaper - Mage (Dark) Weapon:Wand
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Hope you don't mind her joining ;D
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 6:27 am
Vatatchi Uggggghhhh "Hello?" Vatatchi woke up feeling like munched lettuce- Limp, full of holes, and slightly green. What the hell was that thing? It was fluffy, it was bizzare, and it was ASKING HER HOW SHE FELT. O... kay. "Like hell, I guess... Wh... Who the f*** are you?" she said, glaring at the whatever-it-was creature. Come to think of it, who the F*** was she? "Yeah, Enlighten me..." she grumbled, feeling cold in this outfit... Wait, what the hell was she wearing? Oh noooooo girl clothes! She was wearing girl clothes! WHY WAS SHE WEARING GIRL CLOTHES. What the hell had happened?! Had she 'passed out?' Where had she heard about passing out? Vatachi had no idea, but she did at least know that that was her name. Vatachi. Va ta chi. And it was a great name but... what the hell was going on? Wait, fight? In these clothes? Hahahahaha no. You needed pants for that! Oh f*** he/she/whatever was serious. She guessed. Hey, Vatachi didn't mind fighting. She'd done it for her entire life... Or had she? She couldn't remember anything at all. Had she even had a life? Whatever. fighting was fun, that much she knew. It helped get out frustration and stupidity. By hitting things. "O...kay. Just general fighting or... anybody in particular?" It suddenly occurred to her that maybe she had ended up in some sort of organized fighting ring. Cool! Well she knew what being afraid was, but he seemed to be saying something different. "Lets say I did...?" she said, picking up the object and looking at it. It was curiously... glittery and really inconvenient. She wondered if, since the critter clearly wanted her to take it with her, if it could become something more convenient. Like a watch. Suddenly, it WAS a watch, with a lotus screen. Analog though. But whatever, the thing was a frickin sweet new watch. She put it on. < Ah, let me explain a little better. There are many kinds of Fear. There is kind, benign Fear, taken from Humans, to help our world. Then there is a terrible type of Fear that would take without considering the balance between Humans and Halloween. > "Okaaaaay, so. Whats my part in this? Who do I, in a nutshell, beat up?" < You have been chosen to restore this balance of course. Your weapon will help you do this. As a Reaper, skilled in using Fear in weapons, I'm sure you using this weapon is natural to you! > "So, the greedy bastards, right? Got it." Wait, weapon? She had a weapon? SHE HAD A WEAPON? SWEET. She looked to the side. Oh my gog. Ohhhh my gog. A QUARTERSTAFF. YES. F*** YES. Okay it had girly lotuses on the heads, but WHATEVER F***ING QUARTERSTAFF YES. "GEE THANKS." she said, playing with the quarterstaff while COMPLETELY BOWLED OVER by the critter's confidence, "Yeah, well, I'll give it a go."
She blinked and was suddenly aware of... other people?
okay then.
"Yo. Anybody else still left wondering what the f*** is going on?"
Color: Orange Class: Mage-Plants Weapon: A Lotus-tipped Quarterstaff Appearance: This
Personality: Firey and Energetic, Vatatchi seems like she's ready to go kick some a**. But she's really just scared all to hell.
Melony winced as she stirred. Aching all over, yep. Okay lets try standing. She placed her hands on the bed under her. What the god damn hell was that?! She looked down at the little... well it could have been a fox... thing. "Um... You talk?" she asked, following it up with some nervous laughter before realizing the creature wasn't going away. "I'm not feeling so-... Wait where am I? I can't..." Is it because I'm crazy? she thought to herself. She then noticed her outfit. "Go ahead little... whatever you are" she said, gesturing for it to continue. Might as well take everything in stride if this thing in front of her really was real. Fight? She, -Melony, my name is Melony, I can't forget that- didn't think she knew how to fight much less remembered that she chose to. Could this creature be lying? Wasn't fear an emotion? Um... maybe it wasn't. She adopted a confused look onto her face but reached for the little item next to her, picking it up and looking it over before looking back at the creature. "So what do I have to do with this?" Weapon? Melony looked about herself to see a... well it looked like a Scythe, propped up against the wall. She reached for it and gave it an experimental swing. "Others?" she asked, but the creature was gone. "Wait! What do you mean gone!" Using her scythe as a crutch she stood up, pulling the trigger on her scythe by accident and shooting the ceiling above her. Of course she let out an undignified scream at this who wouldn't with such a loud noise going off so abruptly.
Name:Melony Age: 15 Gem:Violet - Dedicated Class: Shaman Weapon: Gunscythe designed to feature her spirit at the hilt of the blade, wings spread and jaws wide as if its roar was producing the blade. Spirit:Amphithere
Personality: A girl who prefers to lend her strength at the front lines rather than at the back of the pack, Melony has no qualms against fighting. However she also fails to seek out help when she needs it. Status: Oh hell everything hurts right now, did anyone get the licence plate of the eighteen wheeler that ran me over?
Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 7:56 am
One by one, other girls were waking up and joining them in their confusion. Thalia's gaze briefly flickered to the side to regard some of them before falling back on Lyra, giving a little shrug at the girl's words as she tried to commit her name and face to memory. "Yeah...but what are we fighting exactly? That's my question."
Man, this better not be some kind of giant "fight each other until only one remains" kind of thing. The possibility at popped into her mind unbidden, her lips twisting into an uneasy scowl at the thought. Please let this situation be cleared up soon! The faster they found out, the better.
...Or so she hoped, anyways. Somehow she felt like hoping for that might just come back to bite her in the a** later on.
Turning to look at Kleio when the other girl spoke up and introduced herself, Thalia let out a sigh and forced her suddenly-tensed shoulders to relax as she faced the orange-haired girl. "Your guess is as good as mine." A pause, and then her mouth twitched upwards in what was probably a weak attempt at a smile, "Nice to meet you though, Kleio. Still in one piece?"
Alvar's sudden arrival gave Thalia a start, and she stared unblinkingly at the other girl for a good few seconds before inclining her head towards her. "Yes, hello. Hope you had a nice nap, as the rest of us did," She greeted dryly, her eyes briefly wandering off to watch as more people woke up, "My name is Thalia. And you?"
The last part--her introduction--had been made louder than the rest, meant to be addressed to most of the girls who were around her. Might as well get to know everyone since they were in a similar predicament, right? Upon hearing a slightly nervous sounding girl blurt out a greeting, Thalia's silver eyes swerved to fall on her. For a moment, she remained silent, but then a small, decidedly more gentle and reassuring smile spread over her lips. "Hello to you too. Are you, er, alright? Considering the circumstances, I mean."
The clearly younger girl who approached their group earned a similar smile and a small nod in greeting. Perhaps it was just some kind of motherly instinct that Thalia had--one she didn't even really remember having--but now that she actually noticed that a fair number of these girls were younger than she was, it made her feel a little more uneasy than before. What kind of gathering included making a whole bunch of young girls fight? ...Just how dangerous was this situation they had all found themselves in? With no memory, there was no way to determine whether that er, thing had been telling the truth, after all. It would be quite easy to plant false ideas in their minds in this state.
" 'Creepy' is a good word for," said Hestia, eyeing the creature in front of them as though it might spontaneously combust. She tapped the side of her shepherd's crook against her cheek and added thoughtfully, "Maybe we're dreaming."
A slight pause.
"Maybe we've all died and gone to the afterlife."
Another pause.
"Or maybe we all ate something funny and are now hallucinating. Either way," Hestia shrugged, and gave the girl beside her a grin. "These outfits really are very cute, aren't they?" She tugged at her shorts and gave a little twirl. "I think I like them."
She blinked, tilting her head a little, and added, "I don't remember. Maybe? I think I like fighting. Maybe. Perhaps. Otherwise - " Hestia tilted the shepherd's crook away from her to give it a scrutinizing glance. " - why would I even have this thing?"
There were others around now, if she looked. Hestia's gaze swept across the small gathering of girls and smiled, wiggling her fingers playfully at one of the newer ones.
"Hi. Come to join us in the Land of Misfit Toys and Strange But Cute Outfits?"
Hestia waved a hand. "Oh me, me, pick me!" she called out brightly, leaning against the crook. "I'm wondering what the hell is going on too!"
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Name:Hestia Age: 15 Weapon:Shepherd's crook with a lime green ribbon tied at the top Color: Green Type: Witch
Name: Isabelle ( Izzy )
