And he was now back to the real world. Shun rubbed his head gingerly.
"This is already getting wearisome," he muttered under his breath. Closing his good eye, he drew in a deep breath, glancing over at the others in the room. Then, he just reached for another bottle. He was not looking forward to this in the slightest.
"Damn whoever set this ******** thing up."
And then he was in a familiarly colorful place with an all too familiar girl sitting on a mushroom. She hugged him. Gritting his teeth, he shoved her back and stormed off towards the exit. But not before raising a middle finger over his shoulder.
A blast of magic exploded across the ceiling and he found himself in the bottle room once more. Another bottle down, another blurry vision. He was beginning to despise this room.
"Voodoo, look around." Nothing was there. Odd. "Voodoo, do as I command." Still nothing.
He then realized why. He was on the teetering edge of a spaceship, with Shun and another person flailing off the side. Another dream. The other person was none other than his mother and father. He knew he only had time to save one.
"I'm sorry, Shun. Family first."
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5Total: 5 (1-12)
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 10:52 am
[FACTION CHANGE]
Awakening from the last dream Cami couldn't help but laugh and immediately pluck up another one. This wasn't so bad a room after all!
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Sand swirled around her legs and Cami knew, suddenly, that this dream might not be as benign as the one before it. A pale young man who looked like he'd been wasting away awaited her there. Pale skin showed his ribs in something that shockingly reminded her of Taym, clothes tattered, moths fluttering against the exposed bones of his hip.
She could even feel sand swirling through her ribcage where it was empty, exposed to the world, skin dry and compacted against the rest of her body. She was a child of Famine and the millipedes she'd once feared so deeply were now her precious darlings. Even now they were nestled in her hair, holding it together with their little legs into an intricate braided affair.
"Voodoo, do as I command." She looked at him bizarrely before he simply shrugged and turned away, indicating she ought to follow. Camille was no longer human, perhaps had never been human, and this thought did not bother her. Little did now.
Ah, pigfarts. The school of magic. And Solia, houses in the ever proud Duckface house. Where nearly all the cute girls were put into. Of course the mean girls? House Lohan. The most cruel and yet oddly charming house in the whole school. Teachers pets, the lot of them.
Solia grumbled as she was passed by a group of boys from House Tatertot. The house of hottie and cuties. When would her senpais notice her? Her wand broken, she needed a new one, and going to the school store-
"YOU-" Dramatic finger pointing was a thing. "Excuse me princess but that is the wand I want." Solia said. The girl just tossed her hair back. Damn you house Lohan and your private hair tossing lessons.
"...Okay. But Let's settle this!" Solia tossed her witch hat on the ground. "Let's d-d-d-duel!"
Lock now had a thousand minipets at his disposal, and a girl was challenging him to a duel.
"Next dream please."
nessy rolled 1 12-sided dice:
12Total: 12 (1-12)
Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 11:11 am
[EXIT]
Silent when she woke from the dream where the thing she feared most had been her most dear companions, when the desert had felt like home, she moved with a subdued manner to the last bottle. Immediately she had wished that she had not gone anywhere near that bottle. It didn't matter that peaches were one of her favorite fruits of all time, that she would have loved a peach sangria right about now, that nothing had made her feel more like home.
Because the first thing she saw when her senses came back to her was Alice.
Alice who pulled her into her tiny arms for a hug and a vote of confidence that eroded every bit that the redhead could have felt. This hug felt like the past. It couldn't let you go, it wouldn't let you go, it hung on with spindly arms to drag you back down into your regrets. Your nightmares. Cami's skin burned like fire and she cried, wishing miserably for one of her blondes to come and save her.
Instead she had to pull herself from the ground and walk through the door. Three more faced her and there was still no friendly face to give her any hope. Miserably she touched one of the other doors and moved through it.
The drink tasted like the grape kool-aid she'd gotten at bible school as a kid.
But the pit of fire demanded blood, and blood it would have. The King who was also a woman had raised taxes and the people wanted a revolution. Solia was the leader of the Knights. Kings rose and fell and so long as nobility existed, so the knights would have work.
But the people wanted change. They wanted to vote, to have universal health care, a minimum wage they could live off of. They wanted the king out, the nobily thrown down. Solia couldn't have that, she needed her job. What else was she supposed to do? Slay dragons? Fend of door to door salesmen from the kingdom turned corporation to the south?
No- she wanted to remain a knight who did nothing but look good and occasionally fought off really bad invaders from the socialist state next door. Sword drawn she whispered-"Long live the king."
And then chopped off the king's head before kicking her body into the pit of fire.
Lock had returned to the mmo, once again known as ShadowLord15. He very much wished to go back to the table with all the bottles. Eventually he was bound to find the one that he had accidentally killed Shun in, so as to bring the boy back.
"It must be one of them," Lock muttered, stumbling through the mmo. "I'll figure this out."
Lock was officially done with all the dreams. He had now been thrown into some weird alter dimension where he was fighting Lutz and Erebus. That was definitely a no go.
"Let me ... OUT." And so the dream did. He found himself in a clearing with Alice, whom he walked directly past and onwards to the doorway. "
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using this: "If you roll MORE than 6 times you can just skip on."
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9Total: 9 (1-12)
Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 11:48 am
[ Ultimate Minipet Collector ]
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.
Ever was shaken as he stepped into the last of the four rooms, breathless, overwhelmed by the sudden sense of quiet at being alone. His eyes raked up to the ceiling above, and the around -- to the dozen bottles settled on a table in the exact center of the room.
// Drink up, me hearty, yo ho. // Amory's tone was completely flat as Ever approached the table. Slowly, warily, he took the note, turning it over in his hand, pale hair falling forward into his eyes. Again, he looked around, for some reason absolutely certain in this moment that there were eyes on him, strangers watching. But what was there to do? The only door onward was small, harkening back to a certain book he'd read, and he looked back to the bottles, trying to make a decision.
"...I don't know which, so it doesn't matter where I start."
With that, he downed the first bottle he grabbed.
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And all at once, he was somewhere else, with a wealth of knowledge about minipets and battling poured into his mind. Across the room stood his rival -- Trainer Lock, serious and monstrous and scowling at him, chin raised and a finger pointed straight toward Ever.
"Let me ... OUT." He said it confidently, certainly, and the statement made Ever blink. He turned, slowly, to consider the space behind him: and, indeed, he was in front of the door. Lock could only pass him if he won, though, as they were both well aware. Scowling, Ever turned back to face him.
"You'll have to earn it!" He shouted back, gesturing for his pet to launch forward. The two came together in a fury of tiny, fluffy limbs and gnashing teeth, and as they fought, Lock spoke up ******** you," the monster said, and as he did, the dream dissipated.
chiimari
you had a cameo in my dream! 8D but as you're gone, no need to reply?
You drink a drink that tastes a little savory-sour. You dream a dream where you are of a different faction (pick and choose a different one). Here, you are shown around by (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). They give you informative advice such as (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has). You adjust to your new life.
He woke slowly, blinking, confused, all the instinctive knowledge he'd had in that strange dream melting away as he settled back into this consciousness, this reality. Amory was yammering at him, now, constantly and nonsensically, and it became rapidly clear that he'd been speaking the whole time -- Ever just hadn't heard him until right this second.
"Sorry." He mumbled it, scrambling after the details of the dream, and then gave up. He reached for another vial.
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He stepped into the middle of this dream, a sour taste on his mouth, into the middle of a conversation that he had to scramble to catch up with. The taste was pleasant: vaguely like the reassuring coppery warmth of blood, savory and and sour and thick on his tongue, and Ever tried to remember when he'd last drank. It was a blur, the memory escaping him, but he must have fed recently. There was a vague picture of a girl sprawled out beside him a pretty thing, but that seemed wrong. He'd never liked girls.
Amory had --
But. There was a young man of about 13 showing him around, with ears and a tail, and Ever recognized him easily as the strange creature he'd tried to kill in his bad trip. He blinked down at him as the kid spoke, gibberish that meant nothing, pointing to a place that looked unfamiliar but like dorms. His new home, amongst the other undead...
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6Total: 6 (1-12)
Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 12:24 pm
[ ONLINE GAME ]
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).
/ I'm still hungry from that, so thank you so ******** much kid. // Amory sounded furious, growling low, and Ever blinked -- unsure what he was complaining about -- before reaching for yet another vial.
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He'd never been in Wonderland, and had never played any kind of MMO himself, but he'd heard people talking about them -- so Ever's dream was splotching and wrong. In it, he was himself, skinny and awkward, running alongside Cee, who looked exactly as she looked in real life, too. Down to the stupid shoes.
"MONSTERRRSSS!!!!!" She screamed, at the top of her lungs, staring back at him with crazy eyes, and Ever halfway-turned to see something chasing them.
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).
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He stammered out. He’d heard the argument a hundred times before. That one must be sacrificed for the good of the many, but he’d never expected to have to be the one sacrificing someone else. It didn’t really make it any easier not to know the young man with the white blond hair. “I…I really don’t want to do this if we could swap places or something I would…this is really kind of awful. I really hope… you know it’s because I have to do this and I would NEVER do this to someone else if I didn’t have to but there really doesn’t seem to be a choice here.”
He almost exploded with apologetic dialog.
The only thing the strange boil said though was… in a very curious voice that sounded like someone else entirely said it… was…
"MONSTERRRSSS!!!!!"
“Oh my god… are you human?! AAAAAAAA How did this even happen, I don’t want to do this but if I don’t the world will end!”
He wailed, closing his eyes and swinging blindly to make this terrible event pass.
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