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 Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2015 4:54 pm
Rep was pretty delighted to get not only one free alpaca but three, though he did give Allan a stare for giving one to Cael. The stare would have been a lot more concerned and extended if he had any idea what a koibito actually was.
Almost on pure instinct he found that he was obeying the order before his brain even caught up with him, gathering up the other plushies and shoving them into the vending machine as best he could, not entirely certain if the laws of mass would even permit all of them to fit within the thing without either the machine giving up, the plushies giving up or all three giving up at once.
"Are you sure this will work?" he asked anxiously.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2015 5:17 pm
"Three!" repeated Allan very loudly, giving the whole machine a hearty bodily slam-
- That sent it hurtling through wall and mortar to collapse on the other side. Oddly enough, the machine was still in one piece. Even more oddly enough, the plushes were jammed right in, sealed almost airtight shut. They would not be getting out of that door anytime soon, seeing the door was also jammed in, and apparently made of more durable material than just plexiglass.
- "Success!" The Sun lead flourished a victory pose, and then paused. "Wow, just think what would have happened if we had to try to fit three more in!" Just thinking about that had him in stunned awe for just a few moments longer before he put his hands on his hips. Unlike Mark, Allan had no discernible cognitive reasoning behind any thought process that just happened to hit his radar. "Bathroom break's over! Let's go!"
And it was like that that he slung Rep easily over his back and did a flying jump through his own portal-
- where they would fall infinitely, in a moment of pure, terrifying vertigo through an expanse of nothing-
- To finally exit into blinding white light in the middle of the day and then an blur of sprawling green vines coiled together in a colossal shape, at least a hundred feet off the ground. Allan didn't bother letting go of Rep as he summoned his weapon with his free hand, ran straight up the pillar of thorned dragon head, jumped a little higher to build momentum before slamming his weapon down in a massive shockwave that severed the head of the creature entirely and caused a chain reaction of explosions to cascade through the mass of dragon-vines down to its tail. While dissolving, the vines tried to claw at the Sun lead, who expertly let go of Rep and did several fancy backflips, avoiding all thorns before landing on the ground. A couple seconds later he held out his arms and caught the falling Rep.
"Is that it?" Allan yelled down the entirely decimated street, still technically cradling Rep. "Because if it is I still have to use the washroom!"
"Allan," the Death lead began, about half a block away, "you-"
- And then the Sun lead set Rep down, posed dramatically, and hopped back into his own portal while shouting something like "Nakama away!"
A falling piece of vine, still on fire, fell next to Rep.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2015 5:40 pm
Rep was frankly amazed with the machine's ability to withstand the sheer pressure of its contained captives and for a moment wondered if it was made of whatever it was that the cabinets with the models in them in Allan's room were. Either way he did not envy whatever unfortunate person undid the door next, trying to imagine the sudden and violent windfall of alpaca they would find themselves caught up in.
He was about to ask how anyone would get anything out of the machine in the normal way when he found himself instead going from standing uncertainly in front of the vending machine to falling very fast and very very far very quickly. He held on like a startled cat out of instinct primarily and opened his eyes in time to witness an eye searing explosion and a show of speed and startling ability which left him too dazzled to fear for his life.
When it was over he found himself dazedly looking up at Allan's chin and wondering what the hell had just hit him, before Cael nearby snapped him out of the admiring daze like a bucket of cold sexy water. "I.." he sat up, looked at the place where Allan and the portal had been, edged away from the burning vine and said. "There's an llama back at base for you sir!" he called out to Cael when he could think of no other explanation for him being there at all.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2015 5:58 pm
Because he was still half a block away, the Death lead just looked at Rep in the same serious tone and then turned and walked away: the good news was it was possible he didn't hear those exact words, the bad news was it was possible he had heard those exact words and was taking it as per usual, very literally.
At this point Rep could have shouted he was a giant llama himself until his face was blue and Caelius probably would have just written it off as the usual, the same way he wrote off half of Mark's long-winded explanations that surmounted to absolutely nothing.
Thankfully, the Death Assistant was probably not going to make it to the lighthouse portal in fifteen (five now) minutes either because halfway through Operation Life Infiltration And Stuff he suddenly needed to tag his rps. Sometimes it was amazing anything at all ever got done on Deus.
As the flaming vines continued to twitch around Rep in fragments, the already demolished pavement began to tremour, and then shake harder as a new set of vines burst out from beneath the soil. It would have been comical, had it not been absolutely terrifying as from the vines burst long ten-foot segments of thorns that easily pierced through Fear shields and left long grooves in chunks of solid cement pavement. There was a loud roar, a vibration that caused rolling shockwaves on the ground, escalating into an unbearable shriek, causing the sky itself to fade into an odd, colourless grey. Baneful Thorn dodging! Roll 6d4 to see how much damage he took from each thorn segment!
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Baneful rolled 6 4-sided dice:
2, 3, 3, 1, 3, 1
Total: 13 (6-24)
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2015 11:48 am
Rep sighed as Cael turned and walked away, knowing without even taking a step that even if he ran after the other man there was no ******** way he was going to catch up to him even from half way down the street and even if he did there was no guarantee he'd be any safer than he was where he was.
It was frustratedly he brushed himself off and snarled a few choice swear words at how somehow he always managed to get caught up in chaos and was about to have a b***h about his life to no one in particular when fate decided he had stood around long enough and the vine creature once more made an appearance, lancing from the ground as if the cement was made of butter.
"s**t." he yelped, and through a very ill-judged sense of self preservation, tried to run after Cael as fast as he could, finding himself slashed and torn by the thorns in a way which only made him panic more, Tracey very hurriedly and in a voice shaken with surprise updating him that these thorns did not care to heed the protection the weapon afforded him. "CAEL."
Later he'd tell himself it was because Cael was able to make portals and that was the only logical way out, in the moment though, it wasn't.
HP: 47
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2015 7:58 pm
Unfortunately for Rep, his misbegotten saviour would disappear rather quickly out of sight thanks to the excess green that had consumed all reality around them.
Thinner vines, thankfully thornless, wrapped around Rep's legs, arms, torso, and unlike his other incidents with what was commonly agreed as Creation, the gesture felt almost lackluster. It felt more as if he was being gently packaged, instead of tossed and turned at all directions, and before he could register what, there was a humming noise and his eyelids grew heavy, mind slowing to a trickle -
- Someone was calling to him, grabbing his hand, trying to pull him out-
- And then it was dark again.
"Hey!"
A small foot nudged Rep lightly in the ribs. It was a kid wearing a sports jersey that said some team name like THE LIONS and about fifty different band-aids plastered haphazardly on his arms and legs.
He also looked a lot like Allan, if Allan was seven years old, and standing in the middle of a soccer field beaming down on a Rep that was for all intents and purposes, just himself.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 5:41 am
Rep had already had a bit of a phobia about vines to begin with (they were just too snake like, just too wriggly and offputting), he hated plants quite a lot if he was honest. But after all the ******** shenanigans with Creation and everything else, what had been a small fledgeling side-phobia was growing wings and turning into one all its own. He wriggled and struggled but it was ultimately futile when one's restraints apparently had all day and could grab every limb one at a time.
"s**t, s**t s**t s**t, shi-" he repeated before even swearing became a disconnected action rapidly drifting away from his dimming mind. He fought as best he could, but succumbed regardless.
When he was nudged, his initial response was to groan, disoriented and groggy all he could remember was that he had had pretty distressing dreams, felt rather hungover and there were probably going to be consequences to wake up to. It was only when his jenga tower of thoughts fell messily on his head that he started and opened his eyes. Someone had been trying -
It wasn't the hand that had been reaching for him he thought, or well... "You are a kid." Rep said in what was possibly the most obvious statement ever made, but he really absolutely wanted to be sure that he wasn't still asleep.
He checked himself just to be sure. He was definitely still an adult so that was good at least.
The kid looked really ******** familiar, and this was why he had checked to make sure there wasn't just some horrible status going around the island. "Where the hell am I?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 1:26 pm
"Well," supplied the kid helpfully in a cheerful seven-year-old voice, "you looked like you were in a pinch so-"
He suddenly stopped as an identical copy of himself appeared out of nowhere on the field and began to play soccer with a few other kids. They seemed be unable to see Rep or original at all, sometimes kicking the ball right through them."
- "Oh I see!" the kid suddenly nodded, the one that wasn't playing soccer and didn't seem to have noticed they were a kid, "this is a flashback episode." He nodded sagely to himself, which looked even sillier at his apparent age. "This is the flashback where I joined the soccer team for the first time." He watched himself trip in the distance. "I wasn't very good at it, but if you put your kokoro into it, you can accomplish anything!"
Said kid nodded to himself a few more times before suddenly snapping out of it. "Rep-kun! We have to go! It's dangerous here!" He ran over to grab a hold of Rep's arm, and then paused, and looked up. "Wow, you're super tall!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 1:36 pm
Rep had spent extensive swathes of his childhood kicking a ball around in the street, using jackets for goalposts and dodging traffic in between kicks. He had wanted to be a striker, and he supposed in some ways at least, he'd managed it in the end, even if it wasn't in a game of football. Watching the scene as the other boys joined the duplicate of the kid he was talking to was almost painful as it sidestepped all the many, many walls he'd built up over the years to block out his childhood and dwelling on it too much. It was bizzare and disconcerting how much he wanted to join them in their game and forget everything that had come in between.
But these days there were other people who needed him and instead he twisted his thoughts from the past and turned his attention instead to the sheer absurdity and alien edge to where he found himself, giving the stationary kid a baffled look. "A...this is...this is...Allan? That's ********' you?"
Rep looked down at himself again for the second time that day, as if realising that somewhere along the years he'd actually become an adult and it had just crept up on him unfairly. "I'm no that tall.."he stammered before the instinctual and self preserving part of his brain caught up to his confusion. "Oh. Dangerous. Right. How do we...??"
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 1:47 pm
The kid gave Rep a very familiar look, obviously not noting his own predicament, "Now Rep-kun, I know that we are still nakama, but there are kids over there and we don't want to-"
- And it was like this that the soccer field warped and distorted, like a terrible trip into unchartered hallucinogenic territory, as everything dipped and they simply fell.
Baneful Go ahead and write up a quick flashback setting for your character at any point in their past! Your character will be aged the exact age of that flashback. They can watch it happen, but they cannot interact with the setting.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 2:16 pm
Rep was about to argue that kids could deal with ******** anything when he was cut off by the fall.
This time when he looked at himself, everything was not the way it had been before.
He found himself in an all too familiar street, a street which couldn't be real because he knew for a fact that these buildings and this entire place had been long ago razed to the ground, turned into dust and rubble to make way for a better, cleaner world where poverty was put somewhere else less offensive to the delicate sensibilities of the rich. Yet here it was, a hot and dusty summer day, the sandstone walls smelling like the familiar mixture of old beer and piss. Old tenement buildings flanked one side of the street he stood on with a set of crumbling speed bumps leading to a dilapidated swing park with a few pathetic looking trees and some grass he knew would be full of dog s**t, bottles and junkie needles and a hazard to walk on.
It was where he'd ******** grown up, exactly as he remembered it, and as he realised exactly what he looked like, he couldn't miss the cluster of boys over by the wonky paving stones, the oldest of them hunched over something on the ground.
The younger version of him looked on, all ratty and unbrushed red hair, sunburn across his freckled nose, big curious blue eyes and wearing a faded knock-off pokemon shirt and a pair of ragged looking trousers and off-brand trainers. He was standing as close to the other boy as he could get away with. Rep remembered this, remembered it in a deep and visceral way which left him feeling just as small and vulnerable than he appeared.
The oldest boy turned something which looked like a rusted brown bar with two handles and there was a hiss of rushing water as the fire hydrant burst open throwing up gallons of pure clean water into the air, glittering in a brilliant rainbow in the air, it flooded the flagstones and gathered in the stinking gutters in a brilliant river that washed them clean.
He saw the younger him look on wide eyed before as a collective all the young boys and girls ran to play in the water as if they had never seen it before.
He remembered it because he'd only seen rivers and nature on tv, and here in a strange and brilliant form it was, and since then he'd always been aware that even in the city nature was still there, just shackled and chained under his feet like veins and arteries. It had been irrelevant, but in subtle, knock on ways, it had been important and lasting.
What it didn't explain why he was here and it didn't explain how he was supposed to get out. He pushed his ratty hair out of his young face and looked around panickily for Allan, as he took a few steps realising his trainers were untied and horrible and in an irrational fracture of finding himself vulnerable in line with his shape, wishing he had an adult with him.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 2:27 pm
Fortunately, the Sun lead in whatever figurative form was only a few steps behind Rep. Unfortunately, Allan was still seven, as there really was not a reason for him to be any older at that point in time. He also hadn't noticed his own predicament, instead admiring with an open curiousity the spectacle around the fire hydrant.
"Hmm," he finally said, in all his seven-year-old wisdom, "I don't remember this from my flashbacks." Allan pondered this for a moment longer before coming to an even greater conclusion about the whole ordeal, "And now you're short again!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 2:54 pm
Rep brightened at Allan's arrival, giving him a much bigger brighter and more honest looking version of his usual smirk, in fact it might even have been called a smile. He looked not far off six and without the harrowed look age had given him.
"It's mine!" Rep volunteered, and found that despite himself, getting to relive a moment like this so intimately had lifted him up and brought him back to that genuine and innocent wonder he'd felt at that moment. "And yeah I'm short." he was growing confused if he'd always been short. "My mum must be near here too." he said.
Near them the kids had gotten into a delighted discussion about if someone would "phona polis" and get them into trouble. The kid rep had already gotten soaked to the skin and was squishing around in soggy trainers.
"I bet I can catch a fish!" he announced to his companions who initially informed him that you couldn't before deciding to concede that maybe you probably couldn't but maybe you could.
One of the other boys had brought over a board, an old worn plank of plywood and set it against the upward spray of the hydrant, Rep looked on with delight as the whole thing was turned into a projectile weapon.
A car came down the road innocently, the window half rolled down and found out the hard way that water could go horizontally. The bald man and his car were absolutely flooded with a firehose worth of water and with a cry of surpise and fury he stoppped and got out, advancing on the kids on a rampage, most of whom wisely got the hell out of his way.
Kid Rep, who was determinedly looking for a fish, did not.
"So stupid." the Rep who was-not-really-a-kid said judgmentally.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 3:19 pm
Allan, a apparent year and a half older than Rep, remained fixated on the scene playing, frowning at the bad man. "No, it's not stupid, it's who you are. What you do, every moment of it, will define how you are in the future." This speech was oddly specific and well thought out for the not-quite Sun lead, who finally piped up with a- "I learned that from Naruto! Believe it!"
The scene slowed until it was less a movie and more a series of isolated images, a precautionary tale as typical of most childhood memories, when it suddenly dawned on Allan what he actually wanted to say, turning towards Rep with a half-formed word on his mouth-
- as the world simply curled closed and the shouts, sounds, visual sensations the scratchy feeling of a memory faded and left white.
When Rep could see again beyond the odd humming just below the threshold of painful, he would still be six years old, untied laces and all, and Allan would still be seven and a half, and next to them was another kid who was around the same age as them. They looked uncharacteristically angry for their age.
"What-," began the kid, who was for some reason becoming increasingly familiar, dressed in oddly cheerful t-shirt and pants, cropped black hair growing a little wild along the edges, "what are you doing here."
Allan however, was looking around in awe. "Is this your memory?" He took a few steps experimentally, then looked backwards, and forwards again and then whispered, very loudly, "I don't think there's anything here."
"There shouldn't be," the new kid said, just as a hairline-thin cracks began to form on the white surface beneath them, "now get the ******** out."
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 4:14 pm
Rep listened to Allan with the same bright attentiveness he'd shown before, and the advice actually sounded like some good life tips for him. He was about to tell Allan about some of the shows he liked at this age now when things stuttered and slowed and everything became stuttery and scratchy and wrong somehow.
"Cael?" he said, looking around with the same fascination as the other ginger boy before giving the dark haired boy a quizzical headtilt. "How?" he asked, and the single word covered everything from how they'd gotten there to why there was nothing there to how they were expected to get out as requested.
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