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kuropeco rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 7
Total: 14 (2-20)
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 Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2017 7:48 pm
Mengyao's head was spinning. Voices - or was it insects? - or was it something else? - buzzed in his noise, and he thought he heard - her, though he rarely paid tribute to her, anyway, but - no, his eyelids were too heavy, his bones felt leaden -
No.
"No."
He lunged, viciously, swinging the bow around in a wide arc as though this would help him hit harder, Mengyao's teeth clenched together in a sneer of anger.
HP: 40 / 60
DMG: 8
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2017 8:20 pm
Cold hands wrapped around him, fingertips touching his face. It felt like something else, it felt like something familiar, like Mengyao himself somehow, but not. The shadow remained, but this new presence danced around him, drawing him closer.
"If you're tired," she whispered, and it was indeed a feminine voice, certain and steady, "You should sleep. Wouldn't that be nice?"kuropeco
gaia_star TURN 1: Breaking the sleep.
Roll 1d6. If 1 or 6 you break it. Each roll costs you HALF your remaining HP, rounded up. For example the first is 20, the second is 10, etc. When you've broken free, you may attack again to signal turn 2.
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kuropeco rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2017 8:33 pm
No. No, he was too tired, he was too sleepy, Mengyao's eyelids drifting, his body swaying. Everything felt like he was steadily sinking underwater, and why - why was the voice inside of his head so familiar? Why were the fingers that brushed his cheeks like a memory that he already knew?
"No," he said, or maybe he didn't say it aloud at all, because he couldn't be sure that his mouth actually moved or not.
No.
His eyes fluttered shut.
HP: 20 / 60
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kuropeco rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2017 8:35 pm
He did not want to sleep.
But it was so nice. So very easy to simply keep his eyes shut.
No.
No.
Wake up.
HP: 20 / 60
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kuropeco rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 8
Total: 16 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2017 8:37 pm
"No."
Mengyao's body jerked; his eyes snapped open, his fist already in motion as he swung an arm towards the figure, the buzzing cacophony of voices and humming inside of his head growing louder.
HP: 20 / 60
DMG: 10
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Zoobey rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2017 10:23 pm
There was only laughter, a woman's laughter that faded and echoed closer and further. "If you can't give me what I want, then I will take what I am owed."
Mengyao could still feel her hands, her frozen cold fingers and then they felt like they were tearing into his head, prying it open piece by piece. He saw himself, in a room he fancied his home, and in front of him who looked deceptively like Medea, only her hair was longer, only her dress flowed gently, her hair flowing infinitely through the doorway. She smiled at him, as real and solid as any of the ones trapped on the island, and then sat down gently on a marble dais that appeared out of nowhere.
"Tell me about yourself," she began.
He couldn't stop talking.
kuropeco Mengyao(i) must speak/ say outloud/ narrate four memories of himself from the past. Whatever they are, they are TAKEN once uttered. You can pick however significance you want! Turn 2: HP: 112/120
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2017 11:19 pm
He didn't like the laughter. It unnerved him, set his teeth on edge, cold fingers against his face, then pressing deeper, and he thought he might have yelled out, pain ricocheting from the pressure of her hands, digging into his skull, snapping under his skin -
Where was he?
Medea was there. Mengyao stared at her, his eyes wide, and the room was his own, but she was not supposed to be here, and neither was he. His mouth opened as though on command, and maybe it was, because he hadn't meant to start speaking, and yet he was.
"When I was a child, my parents used to call me little flower. They thought it would make me stronger, but it was a childish, pathetic name."
A breath was sucked in, cold in his throat.
"I remember I once told Lan that I was engaged to be married to the Protector of Conquest, if only because she was being such a nuisance of herself that I wanted to make her quiet her mouth. It was irritating, but the end result was enough to entertain me."
Another breath and he couldn't stop talking.
"I met a student of Amityville who called himself a horse." Mengyao gave a derisive snort. "He was not a Horseman. He was not one of us. He merely pretended to be what he was not in order to think more highly of himself, or perhaps to make others think more highly of himself."
His throat felt dry.
Stop talking.
"There was another student. A...witch, I believe. She tried to become friends with me."
His fingers curled involuntarily towards the palm of his hand, making a fist that he wasn't aware of.
"I do not make friends with children."
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2017 6:06 pm
"Those are wonderful memories," she encouraged, seated patiently. "Tell me more about them."
Mengyao couldn't.
He knew he had said something, but he couldn't remember what it was. It felt important, it felt like some part of him that he should know but no longer existed. The room around them, the visual representation of the room began to crumble a bit. She didn't mind though, and stood up.
"Tell me about everything," she was getting closer now; personal space didn't seem to be an issue and she ran her fingers along his back, curled them into his hair and he couldn't move, just a statue in this room. "I want to know everything you have."
Every part of him that could think resisted. This was his world, his place, his privacy. Those were his memories she accessed and pried into with those cold fingers and eternal blue.
And when she was done he was just-
Was just-
Who was he?kuropeco
gaia_star TURN 3 IS OVER! Go ahead and claim your BOSS LOOT prize in the week 2 clothing thread (title it as BOSS LOOT!
gaia_star Until the end of the meta, Menyao does not remember who he is. If you'd like (entirely up to you), you can keep this effect post meta, and when you wish, have him create a solohere he finds this room again and regains every single memory lost here!
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