The lace capes were few and far between, and Feytouched set it gently on the pile of ever growing velvet capes.
Hmm.
MY STATS
My character's username: Feytouched My character's level: 14 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Mad Hatter Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Before you stands a Mad Hatter dressed in mostly green, long curly red hair splayed out without care under his hat. Faerie wings are seen on his back, but like all characters, it's obvious that he can't fly with them. Character journal:Heeere
Kanth rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2Total: 2 (1-4)
Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 11:41 am
Who the heck wore plastic garbage bag capes anyway?
He threw it over his shoulder, and heard a scramble behind him.
He ignored it.
MY STATS
My character's username: Feytouched My character's level: 14 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Mad Hatter Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Before you stands a Mad Hatter dressed in mostly green, long curly red hair splayed out without care under his hat. Faerie wings are seen on his back, but like all characters, it's obvious that he can't fly with them. Character journal:Heeere
There. There was his prize. A cloak that was made of leather, and felt good to the touch. He slid it on as there was scrambling behind him, and felt something click into place.
His disguise was perfect.
Turning around and staring at the scene, it looked like there was a victor among the prisoners, and the victor was wearing the garbage bag cape.
Along with a hat made out of plastic.
The losers were cowering at his feet.
"Onwards, my bilge rats!" Cried one of the prisoners, clearly insane. Feytouched shook his head and decided that this was the best moment to make his exit.
He found the chest with ease, and quickly emptied it, already on his way to the next part of the world.
MY STATS
My character's username: Feytouched My character's level: 14 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Mad Hatter Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Before you stands a Mad Hatter dressed in mostly green, long curly red hair splayed out without care under his hat. Faerie wings are seen on his back, but like all characters, it's obvious that he can't fly with them. Character journal:Heeere
It wasn't so much the idea that garbing himself strangely might let him pass as it was that he'd grown somewhat accustomed to the strange and arbitrary rules here. He'd thought of them as Wonderland rules, all mad, but if he'd been more game-savvy he might have recognized them, too, as game rules: presented with x item, you must clearly use it to accomplish your goal, even if on first glance x item has no relevance to your situation.
More or less at random he picked up a fez and a frankly-terrifying mask of a sheep's face. The third item was a trash bag cape and this he gazed at for a moment before lifting his eyes towards some imaginary god--perhaps towards Alice--as if to say: really? It felt like a cruel joke. He donned it anyway, and set out into the hallway.
The immediate jeers and excitedly reaching hands had him retreating to rethink his strategy.
Staring forlornly and in a state of profound confusion at his options, Taym swapped the fez for a beret, and got exactly the same results. He did some quick mental math, and realized that trying every combination was not going to work, or at least would take a very long time.
He sat on the floor and for some minutes attempted to derive some sort of meaning from the random assortment of components, positive that there was some kind of riddle, some sort of dreamworld logic.
Rejam rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1Total: 1 (1-4)
Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 4:10 pm
This was, however, clearly not the case. Brute forcing it was looking increasingly attractive.
While she would never regret where her little adventures tended to lead her, she had to admit she often ended up in... rather strange places at times because of it. As such, she only gave her surroundings a quizzical look, holding her pet close as she wondered just how in the world she ended up here.
She had been... exploring the OUTSIDE of the castle, had she not? So how in the world did she end up inside... and in a prison to boot? She didn't like that it was so cramped, and dark. Why did she have to stay in a place like this?? She wanted to cry.
But luckily, her rabbit was smart, and gestured to a nearby box of clothes and props. Oh! She could maybe put on some kind of disguise and try to escape. Oh Shiro, you're such a smart bunny~
And so, she crept over to the box and peered inside. Hmm, some sort of head gear, mask, and a cape. Ok, she could do this! She pulled out a tiara, a jack skellington mask and a leather cape. Though, perhaps... hmm. Maybe another mask would be best.
MY STATS
My character's username: blanc_usagi My character's level: 23 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: White Rabbit Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location: Red Queen's Dungeon Character journal:[x]
Rejam rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1Total: 1 (1-4)
Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 4:11 pm
No. Screw this. He could just... just make his way down the hallway, is what.
He tried. It was a good thought: stick it to the man, and all. But it didn't work, and somehow inexplicably he found himself confronted again with the costume supplies, and his mouth thinned into a hard, unimpressed line. Really?
MY STATS
My character's username: The Waxwing Slain My character's level: 6 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Caterpillar Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Waxwing fits neatly into the "attractively weatherbeaten highwayman" archetype: rough brown hair falling a bit longer than his coarsely-stubbled jaw, a rakish scar across one brow, a lean and wiry build,and a general bearing of ne'er-do-well garnished with an unimpressed, "been there, done that" stare from dark, deep-set eyes. A pair of dark stag's antlers finish the carefully-constructed suggestion of a barely-tamed animal.
Whose face was very like a crow, With eyes, like cinders, all aglow, Who seemed distracted with his woe--
Feeling viciously sarcastic, Taym snatched up the goddamned Tiara because apparently in this world he was a princess and to his mingled relief and disgust, this time it worked. He was not accosted, save for one prisoner assaying a curtsy from behind the thorns and calling him "your highness."
MY STATS
My character's username: The Waxwing Slain My character's level: 6 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Caterpillar Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Waxwing fits neatly into the "attractively weatherbeaten highwayman" archetype: rough brown hair falling a bit longer than his coarsely-stubbled jaw, a rakish scar across one brow, a lean and wiry build,and a general bearing of ne'er-do-well garnished with an unimpressed, "been there, done that" stare from dark, deep-set eyes. A pair of dark stag's antlers finish the carefully-constructed suggestion of a barely-tamed animal.
Whose face was very like a crow, With eyes, like cinders, all aglow, Who seemed distracted with his woe--
Putting the mask back, she rummaged through the box, letting out an excited gasp as she pulled out a sheep mask. Ooh, ooh, this was perfect!!
She put the tiara on her head, wrapped the cape around her shoulders and fit the mask in place, and then snuck back over to the prisoners, put one hand on her hip and raised her other hand with a loud voice.
"I am princess Sheepy of the sheep kingdom, and I must make my journey back home. Should you insist on keeping me here, I will have no choice but to let my guards find me, and praytell they will not treat kidnappers kindly. But if you should let me go, you shall be rewarded most kindly!"
And then they let her go and she ran away, though not before running into a treasure chest. Oh! Maybe she should leave some of these for the prisoners, as thank you for letting her go! And so she gave them the cards. So kind.
MY STATS
My character's username: blanc_usagi My character's level: 23 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: White Rabbit Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location: Red Queen's Dungeon Character journal:[x]
If "interesting" was another word for "please get me out of here right this moment please and thank you." Ian had never really been one for playing dress up (except for that one time, when he'd made that stupid bet with Finn that he'd wound up losing and had to dress up as a butler just to appease the douchecanoe), but he supposed he had nothing, really, to lose.
Plus otherwise he'd be stuck here until the end of time, which wasn't really a very appealing choice.
So, with a sigh, he began rifling through the things in front of him to find a suitable outfit.
A fez and old man mask and cape was most definitely not a suitable outfit.
( fez (odd) - old man mask (odd) - leather cape (even) )
OOC
My character's username: _ruffian_ My character's level: 24 Character's HP: 30 / 30 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Character journal:x
Sap had no idea how the heck she'd gotten down in these dungeons, but she wanted out. She wanted out now. She'd tried shoving her way past, sneaking her way past, and blasting her way past but apparently the prisoners here had taken a liking to her and were well versed in the ways of Cheshire cats. They caught her every time. She had no more ideas.
Suddenly, she noticed some clothing in a corner. Her quest log dinged and a grin slowly spread across her face.
She had an idea.
3 OF SPADES
My character's username: Maple_Syrup My character's level: 38 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Wraith Current party: NA Current Guild: NA Location: Where applicable, if you are in another zone. Small IC description of character: Maple Syrup is a puppet woman with very woody, brown skin and orange fall leaves everywhere, especially her hair, which appears to just stay in that hairstyle and be completely made of twigs and leaves.
Her eyes and mouth have a yellowish glow to them, but seem very friendly, like a jack-o-lantern.
She wears the Cheshire cat cloak, semithere tail, and the semithere scarf in the traditional blue-theme, but has foregone the ears for an aura of shadowy magic that seems to cling to her and shift. She also has glowing, long, cyan claws - her weapon as a Cat. Both the claws and the aura are not visible/barely visible out of battle, but become apparent during battle - the claws are very long and sharp, and the aura becomes a miasmic and disturbing cloud... are those eyes? No, of course not.
Aside from being cool and magical, this has no effect on her stats. Its just cool.
Sap giggled as she looked at herself in the mirror. She certainly looked unrecognizable! A bag of snakes, an old man mask, and a plastic garbage bag? Excellent! She looked like an old homeless male gorgon! She loved it...
Except... Hmm... Maybe a different mask?
Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 5:25 pm
The moment she put on the cthulhu mask she was in love. Yesss Snake,s cthulhu, and a garbage back. Perfection!
She turned and walked with aplomb through the crowd of prisoners, expecting them to part before her like... oh she didn't know. They just ignored her and, as she returned to the relative freedom of the castle grounds, she took off her disguuise, feeling more than a little dissappointed.
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