Aria woke to a muffled shuffling. Cracking her eyes open, she centered on a strange creature. Without any type of introduction, it asked how she was feeling.
"Bad", she said curtly before throwing out her own question. "Where am I? How'd I get here?" From the creature's reply, she gathered that she'd sustained memory loss. Terrific, just fantastic. In a place that she had no recollection of getting to with who-knows-what for a conversational partner. As it asked if she wanted an explanation, she replied with "Yeah, an explanation would be nice."
She'd apparently been brought here to fight. She was able to wield a power called 'Fear'. What that was, she had no idea. She chose to keep silent until the end of the explanation. The creature went on to point out that she had a weapon to control her fear. Only then did Aria notice the small fan laying at her side. This hardly looks like a weapon... she thought as she reached out for it, only noticing as she picked it up that it was not only cold, but heavy. Unfurling it proved that the entire fan was made of metal, even if it's appearance said otherwise. Running her thumb along the top edge revealed that it was indeed sharp as she suspected. Satisfied with her inspection, she closed and pocketed it to listen to the remainder of the explanation.
Aria had to stop the creature when it mentioned her being the only one left. "What do you mean 'only one remaining'? What happened to the rest?" Aria was liking this situation less and less as time went on, and this clinched it. It ignored her question and gave a bid of luck before walking off. Aria tried to follow, but found that it had seemingly disappeared into thin air.
Just great, I'm supposed to save the humans? What's a human, is that what I am? And how am I supposed to do that when I don't know what's going on? Her mind went in circles as she started walking in an attempt to see if she could find anything that could give her some direction. As she went on, she began to hear voices. That little- it lied to me! I'm not the only one left! She seethed as she went towards where the voices were resounding with her hand clasped around the fan in her pocket, intending to get some answers one way of another. And so help them if that nasty little creature was present.
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Name:Aria Age: 13 Gem: Violet - Dedicated Race: Reaper - Mage (wind) Weapon: Metal Fan
Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 8:11 am
It was like she was in an ocean, Jamie thought. She could hear things around her, but she couldn't quite understand what they were saying. A tiny sound escaped her, turning into a groan, and stubbornly she forced her eyes to open, staring blindly forward for a long moment. Then, oddly, she opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and crossed her eyes to look at it.
"No signs of discoloration," she said, then looked at her arm--the little white fuzzy thing was talking, but she ignored him, shoving up the strange sleeves to check for puncture marks. There weren't any new ones. "Haven't been drugged... that I can tell," she said, getting to her feet and stretching.
"But... probably kidnapped by some pervert with a thing for strange, disturbingly frilly, clothes," she decided, pulling up her frilly skirt and looking at it for a moment. She looked around, seeing various other females in outfits somewhat similar to her own. "Underground... slave market for strange fetishes?" she offered finally.
Then she finally listened to what the white fuzzy thing was saying. "We fight for balance? Each other?" What? There didn't seem to be anyone else to fight! "Also... who AM I?" she added, realizing she had no clue--other than her name. Jamie. She thought.
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Name: Jamie Color: blue - honesty Class: Sorcerer Weapon: long sword with a blue gem in the hilt Personality: blunt, analytical, tends to take things to ridiculous extremes
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 8:50 am
Many kinds of Fear? Let's get this straight, cat thing, Zelda knew no fear.
"You are going to stick to me is what," she told the sorcerer as a matter of factly before turning to the shaman. "And you too, got it? I don't know or remember what the hell happened, but I distinctly feel like I need . . . people." She wasn't going to use "friends", though she had been pretty close to the word "cronies". Who knew what these other people were like otherwise?
"The point isn't how we got here or where it is, the point is that we have, ladies, an objective. Thus, teams." The abuser of italics turned on the pink-haired girl with a brow raised. "Or maybe one big team, who knows, but I doubt with this many people we'll get just one. Whatever the case, we've got fame and fortune probably waiting for us when we do this job. Stick with me, I know how to get things done once we get instructions." . . . Right? She couldn't remember a thing and it was seriously frustrating.
Bah, confidence. That's all it took in the end. Make enough noise and people would believe you.
Zelda glanced at the distinctly green witch with a wry, almost patronizing look. "Alright, tribute, pipe down. I'm nobody's toy, thanks." And if someone thought otherwise, well . . . she had these neat little chains to show them who's boss. The cat thing didn't count because it had yet to tell them specifically what to do. But she told herself most insistently that she would do it because she wanted to, not because the world freakin' needed her or something.
Everyone else, however, was not under that same clause. Zelda was already peering at the strangers with a calculating glance, idly swinging one end of her weight weapon: her chains of command one might say.
"Of course we're all wondering," she told the plant mage with a roll of her eyes. "Clearly that's not the point here. The point is to win and balance this s**t or whatever, so be a good girl and keep the enthusiasm to just fighting instead of showing off a filthy mouth." She paused. "Nice passion, though."
Battles always needed canon fodder.
[ Zelda. 15. Mage: Steel Element. Weighted chains with a curved scythe at one end. Violet Gem. ]
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 8:51 am
"Hullo Joce!" Kleio greeted the younger girl in return. "It's alright; I don't... think anyone of us knows too, exactly. It seems as though all of us can't remember a thing." She gestured around her, a small frown flickering over her lips before forcing it back into a smile. No use being so grumpy, right? They just had to figure out where to go from here!
What were they fighting indeed? Kleio mused over the question Thalia had brought up. So many queries, along with the ones she had been privately asking herself. For a moment, she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to think.
Nothing. Still nothing. Sigh.
And then, Thalia addressed her and her eyes snapped open, blue eyes regarding the pink haired girl curiously. "I guess so! Though you'd never know if I had a tail or wings that got somehow ripped off, huh?" It was her weak attempt at a joke. It probably wasn't the case, because Kleio imagined that it would hurt, and she certainly didn't feel any pain. Except in her head.
How did she feel? What kind of ridiculous question was that?! "How do you think I'm supposed to feel? I certainly don't know!" But Mairea was certainly indignant about it. Why was she indignant about it? Sleeping meant she must have wanted to willingly go to bed right? But then there would have been a bed...and Mairea was clearly not in a bed. Actually Mairea didn't know where she was at all. That notched her indignant attitude and posture down to something a bit more like actual concern now, fitting the fourteen year old girl she was.
"So hey, where am I, exactly?"
Oh great, the little shadowy talking thing wasn't going to answer questions. That was helpful. Sitting on the ground, legs spread to allow her skirt to be crushed up between them so it wasn't flapping open at inopportune moments, she nodded. "Alright critter, get to talking. I mean hooboy am I sorry to be an inconvenience but trust me, I don't like it any better than you do." Apparently, Mairea was a sassy teenager. What a shock! A teenager with an attitude problem.
How comforting.
Well, at least the attitude problem was going to be good for something! Fighting? Why would she be fighting? What would she be fighting? Fear? No, she had a fear? She was afraid? "Critter, you're awfully confusing. But I guess I should at least try to listen to you; you seem to know more about this crap than I do." Down at her side was a small gem, glimmering with a rich blue color that perhaps could have been called cerulean, yet she wasn't quite sure that was the word for it. Picking the egg-shaped contraption up, the overdressed mage lofted it up to peer through it as if the dim light surrounding her could reveal the innermost secrets of the thing.
Learning nothing about it other than it was clearly purple, hands closed around it to keep it close once more. If it was important to her Fear, whatever that was, then she should protect it. Suddenly Mairea felt incredibly vulnerable though she couldn't have explained the feeling or why. That attitude problem was rapidly melting in the face of being incredibly terrified of what was happening to her. Why didn't she know what was going on? Where the heck was she? There seemed to be other forms around her, voices off somewhere, but none of them were familiar.
< 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. > < 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! >
Weapon? Tucking the egg-shaped receptacle in her lap, beneath folds of skirt for protection, hands started to grope around the area surrounding her. Several things came into contact with her hands yet none of them felt familiar until they closed around what felt like a taut string. Grasping it, hauling it closer, Mairea lofted a rather serious-looking longbow until it was perpendicular to her sprawled body. "Yeah, this is probably the most natural thing I've seen all day." There was a light tinge of sarcasm to her voice, but considerably less fear. Haha, what a joke! Less fear. When apparently she was supposed to be afraid? Or do something with fear. No. FEAR. Capital letters.
Of course, as soon as she gained even a little bit of security, the Critter had to go and drop another bombshell on poor Mairea's head.
"Wait. Wait!" But the critter wasn't waiting, already moving on. Probably on to terrorize the next girl that it could find, giving the same spiel because she wasn't really alone. There were those voices behind her that if she turned around, she could see what they were about. Yet the teenaged mage was not sure she could save anyone, or do anything. It was making her so angry! Gathering up her Fear gem, keeping a serious grip on her longbow, Mairea stomped to her feet and called out after the thing.
"I'mma take your luck, critter, cuz I think you're outta your mind if you think I'm going to do anything useful!" It was, perhaps, a little louder than she would have liked. Some of the voices behind her died out to stare, so the teen turned to wave sheepishly. "Uh. Hi."
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Name: Mairea Age: 14 Gem: Blue Race: Reaper - Mage (Ice) Weapon: Longbow Appearance:Click me! Personality: Sassy, with a tendency to be overly loud and thinks she is more amusing than she is.
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 9:12 am
Zelda scoffed. "Nonsense. That thing said we all volunteered to fight, so there's no point in acting like you're useless when at some point we all decided we were good in a fight. Unless you want to be useless?" she asked with a raised brow, tracing the contours of the girl's longbow. ". . . I'd hope not with a weapon that big. You could probably kill those other bad Fear things pretty quick."
Look at her taking the creature's words at face value. Real dedication right there.
"Think of it like this: at least you won't have to get too close to them."
[ Zelda. 15. Mage: Steel Element. Weighted chains with a curved scythe at one end. Violet Gem. ]
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 9:21 am
Aria came upon a group of girls. She clicked her tongue in distaste when a scan of the group revealed no small creatures to strangle.The silver haired girl seemed to be the one leading the group, which consisted of a twin-tail black haired witch, a two-tone haired sorcerer, a short black haired plant mage, and a long lavender haired ice mage.
Fame? Fortune? Did this girl know something that Aria didn't, or was she bluffing? Either way, it seemed that sticking with this group might be her best chance at leaving... wherever this was. Wandering around on her own had proved fruitless, so why not join this merry little band of misfits?
Seeing that no one was introducing themselves, She decided to kick things off. "Name's Aria" she stated bluntly. Aside from the fact that it was just about all she knew herself, she figured that was all they needed to know, at least for now. "Can I get some names, or will I have to refer to everyone here as 'You'?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 9:33 am
"Are we allowed to form little groups?" Jamie asked, having taken a second to grab the sword she'd woken up next to. She wasn't sure that it was hers--it was practically 2/3rds her height, but it was hers NOW. "And I think my name is Jamie," the two toned haired sorceress said, lifting the sword and holding it out in front of her.
"Do you think we dressed this way before we came here?" she asked the group curiously. "Because I'm almost certain that I would have picked different underwear, at least."
She seemed to be quite comfortable with the idea of being "claimed" as a teammate. "Do you think we're being recorded?" she added, looking around and idly putting the sword tip down so she could lean on it.
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Name: Jamie Color: blue - honesty Class: Sorcerer Weapon: long sword with a blue gem in the hilt Personality: blunt, analytical, tends to take things to ridiculous extremes
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 9:43 am
The as-yet-unnamed Zelda at least got the longbow mage to crack a grin, shifting her grip on the weapon to something a bit less 'I am afraid of everything' and a bit more 'Why yes, I am a master of usefulness'. "With this baby, I shouldn't have to get anywhere near what's going to go down. I just need to have a fairly clear shot." Actually, she didn't quite know the range on her bow. Wasn't that odd? Shifting her grip for a third time, she pulled on the string, feeling the resistance. It took some doing to actually draw but when Mairea did manage to fully pull it back into a stance, calm settled over her. "Actually, this is the only thing that seems familiar." And it made her feel a whole lot better to know that she wasn't going to die from being an inept failure.
Supposedly.
Hearing the introduction behind her, Mairea turned in a flip of blue fabric, letting the string of her bow snap back into place. It was a good way to get attention and apparently, attention was what she enjoyed! "Mairea. I was gonna say you can call me Mai but that made me just a little angry, so I wouldn't really call me Mai." Learning more about herself as time went on, not bad. Not bad at all.
Feeling the need to run on at the mouth, the archer continued to answer Zelda. "I guess what I meant was that critter there didn't give us a whole lot of information about what we were doing. How can you do something useful if you're supposed to what...fight? Fight what? Details are important." Unless they were supposed to shoot each other. Oh crap.
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 9:57 am
Light slowly shown, piercing the darkness as Hecate opened her eyes.
The rough ground brush against her cheek and as she slowly rose up, a chill sweep through.
She tried to look around but the pain seep in and she grunted in pain.
She then reach her hand out and touch a wall and used it to support herself when she got up. But as soon as she did she looked at herself.
"Wha-what?"
She was wearing a green outfit and just stared out of astonishment.
In the corner of her eye, she saw in her peripheral vision, staff.
She reached down and picked it up, while raising it, power pulse through.
"What is this?" Hysteria rised with the sound of her voice. "Where am I?"
The voices came as did the appearance of other girls, like them, just waking up and introducing themselves. Good, it seems like whatever the voice said was true, they were the ones left. So does that mean that they all fight? Setting her glasses back up the bridge of her nose, she smiled at Vanessa and nodded.
"It's a pleasure!" pulling at the edges of her dress, she looked toward the others, wanting to meet others. Establish bonds, maybe friendships to help in the oncoming fight. "C-come on, we should meet the others."
Elspeth continued with her thudding heels and swaying arms with each step as she came toward the other girls. "H-hey!" She called out, waving her hands before her foot caught onto something causing her to sleep. (/ >w<)/
Name: Elspeth (Elly) Phelfeur Age: 15 Color: Red (Brave) Class: Mage (Fire) Weapon: Ornate fans that appear like knives when closed (not sharp). Short: A 5'2" girl who becomes totally helpless without her glasses.
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 10:12 am
Mairea was right, their weapons seemed...almost a part of them practically. Zelda could feel every individual chain down to the scythe and it was as though she had forged each link herself. Eerie, but unimportant in the grand scheme of things as far as she was concerned.
"I don't go by 'you', you," she sniffled, straightening up. "It's Zelda, and I'll kindly ask you refer to me only as that." As for their wear, well...She looked herself over once with half-lidded eyes of indifference. She must have had strange fashion sense to want more chains. The rose was a nice touch, though.
"For all I know, that thing has an owner that dressed us all. But as far as I'm concerned, no world gets saved with just one person, so yeah. Teams." A pause.
"I don't think it has thumbs, but if there's really an owner or other people or whatever and they're recording? I will murder and castrate them all," she said with a very serious, literally-would-attempt-it look. After all, if they couldn't remember anything, there was nothing left to lose.
Well, except their lives.
"It'll tell us soon enough," she told Mairea confidentially. "It's probably just waiting for the rest of us to wake up." Or trip up as one of them demonstrated. Zelda raised a brow at the girl and made no offer to help, instead passing the pair of girls a long, analytical look. "Had a nice trip?"
[ Zelda. 15. Mage: Steel Element. Weighted chains with a curved scythe at one end. Violet Gem. ]
Aurora woke up and took in her surroundings. She didn't know what was going on or what where she was. She rubbed her eyes and yawn.
She tried to sit up but her head started to hurt. She shrugged her shoulders. She usually just stayed in bed when she didn't feel like waking up or felt any kind of discomfort. It wasn't nothing she couldn't handle.
"Fight, Fear?"
Oh no the voice had the wrong person. She was not getting up and fighting. Hell she wasn't doing anything but staying where she was..
"You obviously don't know who I am"
She started to scream out for her maid.
"Sharon, Sharon where are you?"
When Sharon didn't appear Aurora started to get mad. She didn't want to fire Aurora, that means her family would have to interview a new person. And she didn't want to go through all that. Plus she didn't want to learn a new name.
A small girl with vivid orange hair eventually began to stir with a slightly muffled moan, her face pressed against her arm, the fabric of which was now wet with drool. She turned her head to the side, large green eyes blinking open, the world beyond them blurred.
The voice startled her, and she sat up straight, her hair sticking up on one side in what was perhaps the worst case of bedhead one had ever seen.
"I..I..I.." She managed, before her mouth gaped open in a silent O shape, and her hand came up to clench against her chest. The voice had come from a something she did not recognize, a small...creature of some kind. It was confusing, and the first stirrings of panic began to rise within her.
"No, I..." She was able to squeeze out a couple more words before her chest began to tighten, her throat becoming far too dry to speak, and she clamped her mouth shut, her eyes beginning to shine, her hands wringing. Rapidly, she began to nod her head, as though doing so meant that she was ready to hear more, though in all honesty, she was absolutely terrified by this point.
Ch--ch--chose to fight? The words stumbled through her mind just as her own voice, what little of it had been heard so far, had stumbled out of her lips. Why would she choose to join in a fight? It was all just so confusing, and she couldn't remember a thing, and if this little creature didn't explain things more fully right now she was going to screa---
Her head slowly turned to the side, her eyes darting down and back up at the figure as though he could not be trusted, and was trying to trick her, and if she looked away he would do something nasty to her. She had caught a glimpse of something, something that was orange and...vaguely familiar? Maybe it was just the color that was familiar, as it was as intense in hue as her own locks of hair. When the figure didn't appear to be doing much else other then staring at her, she looked down at the object again, one hand unclenching from the other finally to reach down towards it.
It was rather pretty, and touching it somehow made her feel slightly better, warmed her up deep inside, made her feel like even through all of this haze, there was a chance, and that things would be all right.
"F-f-fear?" She was able to speak again, and her wide green eyes turned back to the figure, finally ready to listen now that she felt slightly less panicked.
< 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. > .
......She didn't get it. Benign was a word she might have heard in her life, but not one that she understood. She thought it might have meant harmless, but she also couldn't understand how fear could be harmless. It all seemed rather cruel to her.
She got so caught up on that unknown word alone, she had completely missed the rest, which was probably fortunate since it would have just confused her more.
< 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! >
And what a time to start listening again! Weapon? What weap--oh! A glance to her other side provided her with the view of a small bow that lay next to her on the floor. It was nothing fancy, and appeared wooden though when she reached down to touch it the texture of it's surface seemed...off from what she expected.
It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, and she quickly wrapped her fingers around it so that she could hold it tightly on her lap. She then continued to wait, keeping her silence, though her eyes urged him to continue.
That didn't sound at all reassuring, and she felt that panic begin to rise again as he turned away, his little speech apparently finished. Her eyes, which still seemed far to wide and large and innocent, darted around the room. There were other girls, all in pretty outfits, skirts, dresses. All in different colors and sizes and appearances. But what struck her most when she looked around the room was the sudden realization. She wasn't alone. She wasn't alone!!
"I'M NOT ALONE!" Her voice came out so loud and sudden that she surprised herself, and immediately afterwards she let out a startled yelp, nearly falling backwards back down to the floor. Her freckled face flushed red with embarrassment, and looking down at the floor she slowly rose to her feet, hands still gripping the small bow tight, hair still all disheveled, before she rose her gaze once more.
And immediately locked her eyes on another girl with a bow. She had a bow, and Macy...Macy? Was that her own name? Yes...it was her name! She now knew her name on top of the fact that she wasn't alone!! Macy felt a surge of..kinship? Towards the other bowed girl, even if her bow was tall and imposing and....oh my the girl herself held herself with such confidence...
Macy very meekly shuffled towards the girl, and the other girl that approached her as well, shoulders hunched up.
"H--h--hi.." She mumbled, her cheeks flushing once more. She had to tell herself over and over again to just stay calm, but when her eyes rose to try and meet those of the other girls, the girl who had just introduced herself as Mairea to another that had called herself Aria, she found herself quickly looking down again with a gasp.
"I..I really...I..." Don't panic, don't panic, don't panic... "I like your bow! Can I...would you be okay if I stuck with you?"
There, that hadn't been so bad, had it? Never mind the fact that Macy was now cringing away like she might be struck down for daring to speak.
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Name: Macy Age: 12 Appearance: Here Gem: Orange- Hope Race: Reaper-Mage (fire) Weapon: A small bow that appears to be made of wood, but oddly feels more like metal
Jocelyn was glad the other girls she greeted had been so welcoming. She didn't have an ungenuine bone in her body and didn't even think that any of them could be bad or dishonest. Some others were noisy, cussing and hollaring, and it made the little mage glad that she'd found this group.
With little more to say on the subject of who they were fight or what they all mutually remembered, the young girl simply bounced a bit in her boots and clutched her wand to her chest.
"Your outfits are so pretty.." Joce grinned and reached out to tug a bit of Thalia's long flowy top. "And your weapons are cool.." She didn't think that she'd be good with a weapon. The lack of movement in her wandwaving magic was made up for with pure enthusiasm. Wel.. she thought so. The girl honestly didn't remember much besides that having her wand just felt natural.
Her blue eyes blinked down at the egg shaped gem clutched in her palm. "What's with.." she didn't need to finish. Her eyes were locked questioningly on the object.
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Name:Jocelyn Age: 12 - and short Gem: Pink Race: Reaper - Mage (Dark) Weapon:Wand
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