Terr woke up and promptly tried to get back to sleep. Not out of any inherent sense of laziness mind you, but because he was not particularly pleased with the circumstances he found himself in. Clearly, this meant he was dreaming and all he needed to do was return to dream-state and wake up properly.
But there was that niggling sensation keeping him awake, preventing him from truly going back to sleep. The annoyance he felt was not apparent. At least not to those unfamiliar with him. It would be unbecoming for a Death Horseman after all to be so emotional in light of his current situation. His exploration kept him at the table, a rare show of admiration and awe as he ran his hand over the surface and marveled at the craftsmanship on display.
He checked for any signs of wear, any indication that horsemen were disrespecting the maker with the unforgivable act of using glasses with coasters. Even if this table was clearly meant for greater and grander places, at the very least it wasn't being ruined. Spotting the survey, Terr carefully read through the questions and answered it to the best of his ability.
DorothyDorothy was adequate in her performance. For now. As there appears to be no other point of comparison, do not assume this to be a positive review of her. She can be improved. Everything can be improved. Even that gorgeous table- the rest of the survey essentially became a long-winded essay on the merits of iron working and jewel embedding and what the necessary maintenance would require.
The Famine Horseman was met with Terr's usual blank expression and he refrained from giving his name. But there were a good number of questions that went unanswered, to the death horseman's mountain annoyance. In the end, it was for the best that Terr left.
Terr Death Horseman; Jeweler The Hermit Arcana (Group C) - 6"0 tall - Workaholic - Stoic on the outside, geek on the inside - Tendency to forget to eat/sleep/bathe when working
Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2017 11:59 pm
The loud voice was easily heard by Darkjay, eyebrow raising at the question poised to the room. Briefly he glanced at his own phone. Considering they all had to adapt to the stupid human tech he had a rough idea of how to use it. Not that he wanted to use the stupid tech but one had to adapt to new scenarios if they wanted to survive.
"Press the stupid looking icons on the screen" he shouted out, not elaborating further. "Or move your a** to the window and look outside. Probably a bar down there."
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Character's name: Darkjay Character's clan: War Character's journal link:Here! Character's arcana Chariot BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 6'2 Blonde war horsemen, hair reaching just past his shoulders and slightly messy. He is a royal a*****e and holds himself above all overs. Likely to anger and lash out at the slightest chance.
Rayu squinted at the Conquest pony that wandered over to him, looking him up and down really quick. He greeted him in a friendly enough manner but Rayu was trying to figure out if he knew him. (And why a Conquest pony was talking to him.)
"Eh, no I don't remember either. I'm not too concerned." he shrugged. Rayu, was just not at all interested in why he didn't remember yesterday. "If there is a problem, I'll kill it when I see it." He sat up a bit but didn't give any room for anyone else to sit right next to him. If he wanted to sit, it would have to be the chair next over.
"Which one are you anyways?" ok maybe he was wrong. Maybe he did want to remember some things. It was annoying not knowing if he should remember this particular horseman or not. Did they spar together? Were they comrades? Enemies? Rayu just didn't know.
Rayu- journal Clan: War Arcana: The Magician (Group A) Description: Rayu is about 6'1" with black hair and wings with a green tint. He looks like a he that just waltzed out of the jungle and is wearing war paint and no shirt when not in human mode. (which is whenever possible)
jackiee153
Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 12:33 am
[Lobby]
Down the elevator Liya went, fiddling with her phone for the initial part and quickly tucking it away when the doors opened. As fun as Dorothy was, she knew she had bigger fish to fry. First things first: she needed to regroup. As a Warrior, that meant finding horsemen she knew, preferably someone she also liked (but she liked everyone on principle so that shouldn't be too hard). She was tempted to see if she could contact them on the phone but thought against it.
Or rather decided she could save that for later. At the moment, what she wanted was a bit of the personal touch. When she spotted a certain War Horseman, her instincts kicked in. Which was to go completely silent and try to take them by surprise by tackling them. And she nearly did this until she realized there was a Conquest Horseman that Rayu was talking to.
Oh, well, she couldn't just tackle them as well. She remembered most Conquest Horsemen didn't like that sort of behavior. The last thing she wanted or needed at that moment was to cause a fuss. No, this just meant she would have to drop the whole tackling Rayu plan in favor of a more overt approach. Okay, she could do that, no problem. You've managed to escape a surprise tackle this time, Rayu, but the next time? Oh the next time there will be lots of fun to be had.
"Raaaayu! And Rayu's new friend! Hello~" Liya greeted, all but flying towards them in delight.
Liya War Horseman; Warrior The Tower Arcana (Group D) - 5"0 tall - Mother hen - Loves you all!
WeiSheng Felt a bit of regret now that he was talking to the War pony. Why had he chosen this one again? It did not really matter though, the fact was that he did. WeiSheng was not a fan of the War pony's crude mannerisms, and the fact that he didn't seem to know anything or even be interested in finding anything out. The fact was that WeiSheng had interacted with him first, and that meant seeing a conversation through to the end. Besides, the crude horseman seemed to be interesting at least. At the worst, he had potential to be a connection for use later. Did WeiSheng know many War horseman? He could not remember... Maybe he did? Maybe he did not? He probably did not. Whatever the case, Wei did not mind making another connection.
WeiSheng nodded through the conversation, giving a slight laugh and a stronger nod as he mentioned killing the problem. "I'm WeiSheng, and you are?" WeiSheng said, not offering his hand out or anything. The War Pony did not seem like the type for handshakes. "To be honest, I do not fully remember you, but you seem familiar... Perhaps we sparred before or just crossed paths? I can't remember... this whole missing memories thing is rather annoying..."Wei said with a bit of a growl to his voice, he was clearly not content with the situation. "Besides, I am trying to figure out just what the heck is going on here. Something is going down and if I can figure something out it should help me kill the problem." WeiSheng was careful to use the War horseman's words instead of his own. Hopefully that would help them seem a bit more like comrades.
Shortly after, WeiSheng noticed another War horseman appear. Wei gave a light smile and wave to the energetic pony, but waited for Rayu to acknowledge them. They were appearently his friend after all.
WeiSheng- journal Clan: Conquest Arcana: The Chariot (Group B)
((OOC: Saw Huni's post a bit late so made a quick edit! Sorry!))
phantompanther13
Huni Pi
Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 12:59 am
He woke up. He had a bit of a head ache and there was a certain buzzing... oh that was just his termites in his cloak. They wiggled uncomfortably, crawling over each other as Dorthy swarmed him with morning information. He ignored most of it. He knew how to be himself thanks.
Or at least he thought he did.
Something felt a little off. He couldn't quiet remember what. He stumbled around and stared at the white walls. Was something missing? his hand dropped to his waist, touching the phone that was there. No all seemed to be in order. A few termites crawled over his hand, reassuring him that yes they were fine. The silent void was filed.
There was a javelin thrown into the window... weird. who put that there? Peril decided it was perhaps best not to ask questions.
He found the table and looked at the survey:
Quote:
How was Dorothy’s performance? Too much too fast.
Would you recommend her to anyone else? I guess?
On a scale of 1 - 10, 1 being the least, how well would you say your memory rehabilitation process is going? fine? 7?
What did he remember anyways? He remembered being a horseman, and that he had termites, and... he probably needed to go build something.
He stopped one of the other famine horsemen passing by. Only to have them ask his name. ???
"You’re one of those."
"Peril, my name is peril." he chocked out. Was it really? It felt right. He'd go with it for now.
Peril didn't know what else to say but they seemed to want to tell him about the crystal outside. It changed colors? Was it supposed to? He didn't know. Did it really matter?
There was a group over there. He would just... go hang out with them until someone told him what to do.
Peril- Journal Clan: Famine Arcana: The high priestess (Group A) Description: Shirtless with scarf. Termites occasionally crawl in and out of the folds of his cloths.
It was the crystal that kept her attention. Once the Famine sage had told Maebe why it was clear that there had been a day before, she was obsessed with staring at the giant, pulsing red anomaly. Every once in a while she'd repeat the questions. How could they know for sure? Why was everyone acting like this wasn't a big deal? Where was the panic, the chaos, the turmoil that a group wide memory loss should be causing? Why was there still so much order?
When the sage she questioned had finally gotten fed up with her, he handed her one of the questionnaires in the vain hope of shutting her up. She continued to stare out at the red crystal suspiciously, as she slowly brought the paper up to her mouth and began to chew on it.
This was such bullshit. If it had just been her losing her memory, she'd understand - but it was everyone. Even the people working right in front of her. Like, this was actual bullshit! She tore the paper harder with her teeth when the sage gave her a dirty look for eating the questionnaire, but finally balled it up and threw it at his head.
"Well. You're all deluded sheeple. I just want you to know that."
She hopped off of where she had perched, and finally left the rehab center - confident that she'd just heard someone sigh in relief behind her as she exited it. Whether or not she couldn't remember what had happened yesterday didn't change the fact that she remembered everything else; who she was, who she knew, and what she was supposed to do. If everyone else was just going to accept that a lost day was no big deal, she was happy to make believe it didn't matter to her, either.
For now.
[Exit]
Character's name: Maebe Character's clan: Famine Scavenger Character's journal link: Here Character's Arcana: Death BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: 5'3", her entire body below her collarbones is covered in skintight bandages that might as well be skin. Blonde hair, blue eyes with black sclera, fair skin, and a mischievous streak a mile wide.
Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 1:27 am
[lobby]
The conquest didn't seem to remember him either. Good! At least they were on equal footing. Rayu felt himself relax ever so slightly. "I'm Rayu. You know I'm starting to agree with you on that aspect. It's annoying. I'm sure if we walk around long enough we'll remember again." or put enough memories together that the gap wouldn't be as annoying.
"What exactly feels wrong? I mean beyond the obvious?" The horseman seemed to be picking up on something Rayu wasn't. Memories were off, that was true. Yesterday, who knew what yesterday was. Times had been changing and change was a normal thing. The feeling of disorientation was normal. But if there was something to solve. "The crystal should be green." he said, suddenly. Maybe they should go look at it.
Rayu perked up sensing something. Danger? No... Friend? A ting of something familiar. Wait no there was now way he could ignore that voice. Fellow war friend. "Liya. This is WeiSheng." she wouldn't have to struggle through the guessing game of wither or not she knew him. "We were just talking about how wrong today is. We know we all have memory issues regarding yesterday, and the crystal was green and now is red. do you have anything new to add?" Rayu would have preferred to launch up and tackle her and drag her off to the training courses but you just didn't do that in front of conquest.
jackiee153
Huni Pi
Rayu- journal Clan: War Arcana: The Magician (Group A) Description: Rayu is about 6'1" with black hair and wings with a green tint. He looks like a he that just waltzed out of the jungle and is wearing war paint and no shirt when not in human mode. (which is whenever possible)
Of course something was off, a little sensation didn't have to alert her to such a thing. The room gave it away with how utterly white and boring it looked. Like the stoic appeal much of her clan often favored, or even (her nose wiggled) Conquest. But neither of them could be this bland. Elaia sat up immediately, curls bobbing back into place as her lips pursed together and eyes traveled about her location.
There wasn't much to look at, sadly, aside from scant objects and worried faces from a combination of various clans. (Even they were not making this to be a very fun experience right now). Several seemed to be around a table, one of familiar design as much as she could tell through the gaps of horsemen, and there was a window with a javelin through it. Well at least that was something interesting, she mused to herself whilst she finally pushed herself to her full glorious height of five feet.
Curiously, she began making her way about the room in the similar manner that her eyes had done; just in case she had missed something. And also in a way to get a better look at the company present, to see if there were any friendly faces or at least those that would be interesting to talk to. Elaia bypassed the table completely once she neared it, enough to admire the handiwork (obviously her clan) and notice there was a survey. Yuck, no. Then nearly completed the loop when a touch of familiar caught her eye. It was the way he ambled off, the almost lazy gait while he tried to retreat that sparked something in the back of her mind. Aa!
Immediately her demeanor brightened and a smile spread upon her features. "Teeeeerrrrrrr ~" Yes, that seemed right. Well, if the Famine sages were paying attention, they now had a name for someone who had shot them down, but not for the now completely bypassing them.
name: Elaia journal:A link! clan: Death (Guardian) arcana: Sun description: Short, petite under them layers of armor and furs. Hair is a mass of deep blue curls and blue eyes brightened by her black scerla. Is way too happy for her own good... and will fight you.
huni pi
Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 1:33 am
[REHAB CENTER]
Aeseir groaned, a hand on her forehead. Her head didn't actually hurt, but it seemed the appropriate response to discovering one had amnesia. The Famine sage was unmoved.
"Don't you think it's weird," she pressed, putting a hand on his arm (he avoided deftly), "that we all forgot?" She gasped, her face a picture of tragedy, as she hemmed him in with her wings and gripped both shoulders. "Et tu, Brute?"
The sage did not deign to answer, extracting himself from her hold to speak with another patient instead. So much for that.
She twirled the phone in her hands, eyes growing dull when she realized it lacked interesting games. Weren't they supposed to be modern? Still, she was glad to see Dorothy in there; the AI's welcome made her awakening agreeable, though it seemed to lean for breadth rather than depth and she was left with questions she felt the AI could not answer. Not even the camera gallery proved insightful regarding her missing memories: it was empty. She christened it with a shot of the sage's startled face, dreaming of the ways the picture could be defaced once she got her hands on some markers and a printer.
Her fingers pressed against the key card as she pocked the device, but she wasn't ready to leave quite yet. The Dorothy had revealed less than she'd hoped, and the sage had not been much help at all; the only option was to interrogate the others. She prowled the halls, looking for her first vic—uh, friend.
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Character's name: Aeseir Character's clan: War Character's journal link:[ X ] Character's arcana Fool BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Bear with me; we may discover details together. For now: tol beef, dark skin, dark hair, red eyes, and red warpaint.
Liya returned the Conquest Horseman's light smile and wave with a big grin and a wave of her own before settling beside Rayu. She gave the (much taller) War Horseman a friendly punch on the shoulder as a substitute greeting for her earlier plan before turning to the newly introduced WeiSheng. She made sure to offer him a handshake, what with being from Conquest and all. Oh damn, should she have bowed or something else? Oh well, too late for that as she said "Pleasure to meetcha, Wei. Did you just wake up too?" And already she was shortening his name without permission because that was just Liya's way.
"Can't say I remember much of yesterday, but I wanna know which War Horseman left their javelin outside. That is just the kind of irresponsibility that gives our clan a bad name."
Liya War Horseman; Warrior The Tower Arcana (Group D) - 5"0 tall - Mother hen - Loves you all!
phantompanther13
jackiee153
Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 1:49 am
[Rehab Center]
The Death horseman’s head rattled as he caught view of a sturdy table. His thoughts were jerky and hazy. That seems about right. This is where I’m supposed to be. Isn’t it? His head whipped around. His sable, messy locks of hair flailed like the arms of a panicking crowd. An uneasiness filled his mind and body. Bright walls and a limited amount of decent hiding spaces. No. This isn’t right at all. This is wrong.
Hush bounced onto his feet. His boots made a noise that he felt made him stand out. He cringed then twitched. My steps don’t even feel right. Something must be off besides this place. Maybe I need to kill something. That sounds right. At least, I think it does. Hide somewhere shady. Wait for something annoying. Cut its stupid head off. Yeah, that’s about right. But this place is all wrong for that. He moved over towards the table and glanced at the survey. He barely read anything on it. Dorothy? I’m not Dorothy. This must be for someone else.
His pupils shrank when his ears were attacked. There were noises. Noises with an increasing number and volume. Nope! Not ready for this. Must go. His breathing stuttered as looked for the exit. Once it was in his sight, he wasted no time in scurrying towards it. His hand gripped his phone as he darted for the exit. Is this mine? I’m taking it even if it isn’t. He poked the phone and immediately looked for a way to silence it. He nodded then tucked the device away. He didn’t bother to question why he was there. He was in a hurry and he wasn’t even certain for what reason. He made a nervous growl as he swiftly vanished from sight. [Exit]
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Character's name: Hush Character's clan: Death Character's journal link: [Hush] Character's arcana Star Character's Weapon Scythe with maximum length. Makes him seem even shorter. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 4’10’’, Glowing Off White Eyes, Charcoal-hued skin, Messy dark mane. Death Horseman outfit includes black and grey furs with cured leather armor that covers most of his body. Covers most of his head with a skull that resembles a popular minipet.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 1:51 am
[rehab center]
The hairs on the back of her neck were standing up, goosebumps prickling her skin. She didn't know why but something wasn't quite right and she knew it would do her good to keep an eye out. Her eyes adjusted and she squinted in the harsh light - why was everything so bright and where the hell was she? She shuffled forward, her steps echoing in the emptiness, only the hum of the machines and a slight buzzing in her mind that told her to always keep looking. The table was a familiar sight and she pressed her hands to the cool metal, tracing the pattern in the iron and polishing the jewels. Something created by her people - something so beautiful - did not belong in such a place. She eyed the paper with caution before reading it and waving it away. She had no time for such things - she needed answers.
Sophie had taken steps to leave when she noticed the window. The javelin was nothing out of the ordinary - she had many War friends and knew how they got on - especially after a battle. The lights were odd, though - she could read the signs but it provided no more clues because she did not recognise any of the names. She picked up the cellphone on her way out - it was left here so it must be hers. She flicked through for a brief moment before storing it away - there would be time to look at it later.
It wasn't as busy as she had expected and she watched people walk past her before stopping a Famine Sage. He was of little help - skirting her questions or giving vague answers. He also didn't seem to be as phased as he should be regarding the fact that everyone just forgot a day. The red crystal was certainly a sight but she could've figured that out for herself. She shrugged and left, glancing around for a familiar face that might jog her memory - or maybe someone who had some answers. Was it worth asking those that were in the same position as she? Perhaps, if they had fractured memories they could piece them together. In her pocket she fingered the phone's screen as well as the key card before heading in the direction of the first person she saw - a War clansmen, she assumed, based on appearance alone (which.. was easy given the war paint). She gave a nod of her head.
"What do you know?"
It came out more forceful than she had intended and she realised after that her walking over was more of a purposeful march. She tried to muster a pleasant smile but it just came across as an awkward grimace.
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Character's name: Sophie Character's clan: Death Character's journal link:x Character's arcana Temperance BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Long black hair, constantly in a braid which is then further tied up. Average height, muscular build. Hands are rough. Red eyes and constant bags. Olive skin. Her face looks meaner than she is - resting b***h face.
Ryuukishin
Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 1:51 am
[Rehab Center]
It wasn't that Terr distrusted the Famine Clan, not as a whole, and there were one or two of them whom he relied upon for materials. But someone who was sloppy enough to allow such distinct features of themselves be visible when they were supposed to be in disguise upset the Death Jeweler. He couldn't even claim he was nitpicking because it was such an obvious thing to overlook and- his mental tirade was interrupted by someone calling his name.
He froze mid-step, shoulders hunching slightly as if trying to hide despite his six foot tall frame. A glance over his shoulder and he relaxed, allowing his foot to come down fully. He knew this Horseman coming towards him, didn't he?
Though his eyes looked as if he was perpetually in need of sleep, there was a hint of warmth in them when he greeted her, "Elaia." He considered meeting her halfway but she appeared to be heading out as well, which would make the gesture moot.
"I'm surprised you didn't wake me up," the expression was blank, but there was a teasing familiarity to the tone of his voice.
Terr Death Horseman; Jeweler The Hermit Arcana (Group C) - 6"0 tall - Workaholic - Stoic on the outside, geek on the inside - Tendency to forget to eat/sleep/bathe when working
It was hard to determine exactly what he was waking up to. It was simply all white all around him, giving little dimensional information on first impressions. A little disconcerting really, given how things were a little fuzzy already and there was a nagging pain on his back; though really, if he just sat up Meelo would discover it was because he wasn't in the most comfortable position on his wings. A realization he would finally reached when he completed the motion. The clansman idly scratched at his side, levitating the pins and needles that had been present from his position as he continued to look about. There wasn't much else information to go by. It was still all white, stark and barren.
Aside from a table and those that continued to loiter around and elsewhere. There were a few from Famine in coats asking questions along with a few collections of grouped clansman discussing whatever it was they felt like.
But more interesting than that was a javelin in a window. This got his attention immediately and a grin spread wide. The War soldier hopped to his feet, never mind the still present haze in his head nor the awkward wake up call, he sauntered right on over to the object. It was hard not to admire the work (even though some might think different... Liya). The way it was embedded into the window without a crack in the surface of the glass was almost masterful. Meelo reached out, unable to stop himself from touching it.
It made him completely overlook the ominous red glowing crystal that shouldn't be glowing red.
name: Meelo journal:A link! clan: War (Soldier) arcana: Hermit description: Tall, tanned, lean, toned and tattooed. His brown hair is pulled into a man bun with part of the sides shaved. Eyes are green, clothes are barely there, a smile always present and wings are large, tan with red markings.
Terr
