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 Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 12:32 am
Frossa wore a deep indigo velvet dress befitting the class that she boasted, hoisted up by pearl clips to flash the underworkings of a cage skirt nestled beneath her shredded bustle. Her lavish outfit clearly wasn't from the tent of cheap crap she preened inside. Propped up on a small curled stool, she fussed with her twisted updo as she turned to greet each troll that entered the costume tent with a slanted smile. She was uncharacteristically hospitable, welcoming each player with kind words and praises at their selections, rising to greet and assist them with their costumes.
Needless to say, Frossa was already deeply in character.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 12:50 am
I WISH MORE THAN LIFE...
Troll: Zeffer Siroco
Character Name: Tai Foon
Character Class: Thunder ******** Appearance: Tai Foon wears a large black cloak that envelops his form most of the time, and a big pointy hat. The hat has a large neon blue lightning bolt on the front of it, and the coat is trimmed in the same color.
Dominant Stat: Magyk
AGONY! SO MUCH GREATER THAN YOURS.
Character Name: Tai Foon
Backstory:
Tai Foon is a masterful villain who has terrorized the land for sweeps and sweeps. He used to be a normal happy weathertroll who had a happy life once with every quadrant filled up to the max just as happy as could ******** be, until one day his matesprit got murdered, and his kismesis got swallowed up by a deadly storm. Enraged by this turn of events, Tai soon succumened to the forces of evil, summoning lightning satan in a mad bid for power. As his moirail attempted to stop him, Tai struck down the only friend he had left. Alone and mad with the magykakl powers he now possesses, he roams the land, seeking out new people to torment.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 12:56 am
Alifax looked down at the form the blueblood had placed on the table. He looked up at the blueblood. This guy was, somehow, achingly familiar.
Wait. Taller, more scarred, but...this was definitely the guy who'd come to his house that one night. He took the form and folded it neatly like he'd done the rest, trying to pretend he hadn't recognized the guy (although it was probably already too late). "Thanks for your interest. Hazzan will let you know when the game's about to start for the night."
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 1:09 am
Zeffer was grinning like a maniac as he set the form down before digging up the pieces that would soon be his costume. It was, perhaps, an improvement to what he was already wearing, but the blueblood didn't seem to give a s**t. He was about to turn and scream to his friends (who he had managed to wander away from again), until he found himself squinting at Alifax instead.
"Heheh. Man, you sure do look familiar. You live on Busthind, by any chance??" He leaned in, scraping his thinkpan for a more definitive answer, when a familiar screech came wafting over the air, tearing his attention away. "
Fortunately for Alifax, the blueblood wouldn't make his return until the game started...
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 6:46 am
Psykgi had tried to write a backstory, yet she could see Leeroi's section of that form had been left conspicuously blank. Hmmm. Interesting?
She had just collected her ticket (or, rather, her lusus had collected the ticket and given it to her) was putting her own makeup (because her character lived in a cave, right) on when he called her name and raised an eyebrow at him. Scars? Um. "All righty!" she said, gamely making an... attempt...
Psykgi understood the concept of cool - she had very cool hair after all - and she'd read all about it. But cool as it related to scars, not so much. Combined with her lack of makeup knowledge, artistic ability (though that mask she'd made had been pretty great) and nervous eagerness for this strange game... Well... Leeroi was lucky it turned out as well as it had.
"There!" she said finally, cheerful as usual, "You look great!" from some perspective, anyway...
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 8:16 am
A WILD PROMPT APPEARS Once everyone has finished their profiles and getting their costumes together, Hazzan herds you over to an open field. “Okay,” she announces. ”You all meet in an inn.” At her saying so, the space around you begins to transform - clearly, she was very proactive in seeding it with game grubs. As the grubs continue their psychedelic work, Hazzan narrates: ”You’ve heard that the cult used to be quite active in this town, and someone here might have more information on where their leader has run off to and where their treasure is hidden. The party decides to split up to question the locals and see what they know.”By some trick of the grubs, she disappears, leaving the party to fend for yourselves in what was previously a field, and now is definitely anything but. Danger might lurk around every corner - but so do townsfolk who could be a font of information! You…A. Seek out the mayor. As the center of all things going on in this town, he’s the logical first stop and should know about anything strange going on in his jurisdiction. B. Spend the day drinking in the inn. Everyone else can do the hard work - you’re sure that they’ll share what they find. C. Head to the back alleys in search of lower elements, like hobos! They’re easy to overlook, so there’s plenty of chances that one of them saw something important! D. Strike up a conversation with the shadowy stranger in the back of the tavern - you’ve read enough adventure novels to know where this is going. To respond, please indicate which response you are choosing, and write at least fifty words of your troll doing the thing! Results will be posted tomorrow. Trolls specializing in pulchritude have the chance to unlock a special outcome on this prompt!
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amicableAggressor Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 4:01 pm
 Re -- the Superiat considered all the options presented, as well as spent a small amount of time admiring the world around her. This was classy stuff! As someone who'd never spent much time playing games before, and had no particular interest in roleplay, she failed entirely to get into character, walking around and inspecting things as the tealblood started up her spiel. Right. Nodding around, she looked at all the other players. It was up to the lowbloods to run around gathering information, right? And there were enough about for her to slink off without much worry to the bar. Besides, she wanted to see how realistic the projection was. => B
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 5:10 pm
Doughnut Delicacy - choice d
Cerise decked out in her new costume and now as Doughnut Delicacy, made her way to the shadowy stranger at the back of the tavern. She was no longer afraid of any shadows, not when she was bright as the sun itself! She grabbed a pair of drinks from the tavern - something sugary and cloying sweet, like herself - and stood next to the stranger, sipping one of the drinks. "Care for a drink, stranger?" Doughnut said, holding the untouched glass out to them, a smile on her face.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 5:29 pm
The whole set-up was absolutely MESMERIZING! Reemus gaped as the grubs set up their game while the tealblooded teen introduced the adventure. He let an arm drape around Woofmum (or Ladymiss Woofbark for this game) and stood there dazzled. They were suddenly in a tavern out of nowhere! It was almost REAL! It started to sink in and he couldn't help but bounce on his heels.
Oh. But he was supposed to be MUTTCHOP BONEMEAL now! And if he was anything like the uh many inspirations to the character, he didn't do any wiggler stuff like that! So Reemus stood flat-footed and puffed out his chest. Yes. Much more adult-like! He was gruff. Grizzled. Squinty. And he was gonna punch that cult leader when he got the chance!
For now, though, baby steps. Muttchop looked around. Hmmm. The other party members were already doing things in the tavern, so he decided to look elsewhere. He slipped through the back. Maybe one of the bums knew something? After all, Muttchop himself had been downtrodden before! And he'd probably seen lots of stuff in that time. Like people being mean. It was terrible. So maybe some of these guys had dealt with that too? "Hey, mate,you heard or seen anythin' on that old cult? Maybe I could get ya a mug a' somethin' nice if ya can tell me somethin' 'r maybe point me in the right direction."
Reemus / Muttchop picked option C.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 8:08 pm
Adamaz idly (and unsuccessfully) tried to rub some of his hat-glitter of his hands. He was having a difficult time figuring out what exactly was going on and what to do; it was all a little abstract, and he'd never done anything like this before. He was told "to split up and question the locals and see what they know" by the disappearing blueblood, so he decides to do that.
He looks around at the manifesting game around him and notices a peppy-looking yellowblood in a tanktop and boots talking to a fake-hobo in the must rugged voice he can produce.
"That seems like a pretty good idea, I guess," Adamaz mumbled to himself. Focusing on pretending to be "Roach-Hat Reynaldo," Adamaz stepped up to another hobo in the alley way, right next to the yapping yellowblood.
"Hey you," He said, trying to sound like he had a tragic backstory, "tell me about this whole cult thing that happened and where the leader and the money is, or I'm gonna brain-chuck you through a window." Then, remembering Reynaldo was supposed to act like a bad guy (but not be one), he added "Please, mister hobo, sir." Adamaz coughed and scratched his nose.
(Option C)
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 8:23 pm
PLACE HOLDER but i'm going with option D
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 8:43 pm
What was awesome about working with Hazzan was that she was so good with the game grubs. Alifax wasn't fond of technology at all, by comparison. He headed into the inn's main body with refreshments, dressed in full as the character he'd created way back when for competitive recreational FLARPing - a guy who didn't really see much use now that they kept doing that prince plot. (Dedicate Redflame's costume was actually Alifax's ordinary outfit, minus the burns). Hey, he wasn't needed for a few nights yet. He could spend some time serving these...refreshments. There weren't many real trolls still in the inn area but he found a finned one pretty quickly. He hesitated, but then decided to step up anyway. He'd have to see these people in the military, right? " Have any luck?" he asked her. " I'm, um...um. Dedicate Redflame. Yeah." He set a pitcher of hops-colored liquid onto the table before her, and a small of honey and sugar next to it. (The drink was a thickly carbonated lemonade, but Alifax had held the sugar back for his own good.) " You'll need to add your own sweetener," he explained. [OOC note: we'll be leaving this round of interaction open until 8AM EST on March 4. Thanks for the interest!]
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 8:52 pm
It seemed almost as if there was more dress than there was girl, so poofy was the costume Lorata had found for her very first flarp character. The fabric swooshed around her as she ran to catch up to the others in the field and her hands clasped excitedly around the magical star wand she'd picked out for her weapon. Well, for Princess Gorgona's weapon, because that was who she was supposed to be now. She straightened as regally as she could as the world around her turned into an inn, glancing around to take in the others' costumes. This was so interesting!
She contained a squeal, considering her options and the ones others seemed to be taking. What would Princess do? What would Princess...do...? She tapped her wand against a hand, thinking, then lit up with the best decision. She'd look for the most important person around, aside from herself, and ask sweetly for answers. Unless they didn't think she princessy enough to give answers to, but that was what her precious heroes had given her a wand for. To make sure things got done.
So decided, the seadweller magical princess set out in search of someone suitably important. "Hello! You wouldn't happen to know anything about the terrible cult, would you?" She realized, belatedly, that she'd left out the most important part. "I'm a princess."
Lorata takes Option A!
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 9:05 pm
AterumAtrunoir Elshadow chose option... A.
Hazmas lifted the hood of the overly large jacket, its sleeves rolled up two thirds of their length just so they could fit him. They hadn't had any smaller duster jackets, but he wouldn't settle for anything less. With a few safety pins -and the help of the booth owners- he'd been able to fashion a hood from a cap and grab the last pair of black leather gloves in the pile. His own pants and boots were just fine for the moment, though he'd begun to think some nice steel toes would've made him look cooler.
He frowned as one of the sleeves became unrolled, and rolled them up again. The young troll thought heavily about making his own jacket, but the memory of his boat's pitiful sail at the Ultimate Shipdown booth put a damper on the idea.
'I probably just need some practice,' he thought and looked up as one of the other trolls, a teal blood, started to announce the game. He'd never seen game grubs before and was completely blown away by the sudden change they brought to their surroundings. Hazmas felt his gloom vanish as the town and tavern came to life.
No, not Hazmas, AterumAtrunoir. The greenblood smiled, lowering his hood as he made his way to the Mayor's house. Being the Queens former spysassin, he might be able to find out a few things, and as everyone who's ever read a spy story knows, the ones with the biggest dirt are always the ones in charge. It wasn't long before the young troll found the Mayor, not in his home but on his way to the tavern Hazmas had just left!
His mind raced to make a reason why the mayor should tell him about the cult when he remembered something from the romance books he'd read. The villain always got one over on the hero when they had a drink with them. Maybe he could use the same tactic?
"Oi," he called trying to keep his voice low but casual. "I hear you're having some trouble with a local cult. I might be able to help, say over a pint?"
[[Edited:sorry mixed up his flarp name. *dies*]]
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amicableAggressor Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 9:15 pm
"Eh?" Regina turned from drumming her hands idly on the bar to Alifax. His face was familiar, now that she considered it without the addition of a sign-up sheet, in the kind of way lowbloods were when she had told herself 'remember this face' and subsequently forgotten it. "Luck? What?" There was a pause as Regina lined up a few choice words on the fact that here was a troll with a name that was MORE THAN THE GOVERNMENT SANCTIONED SIX LETTERS --- then remembered this was a game. "Oh! Yeah buddy, I'm all luck! Good and bad!! Hahaha!!" Reaching over, she gave Redflame a hearty thump on the back. "Too right! Luck! Yeah!!" Looking down at the table, she idly poured herself a glass. "Hey thanks buddy. I mean Delicate." That was his name right? Delicate Backpain. Weird choice but what could you say. "Say-- are you here for this treasure junk as well?"
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