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Seussi rolled 1 100-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-100)
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 Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 8:21 pm
He finally pushed himself off of the top step, slowly easing his way back to the bottom one step at a time. When he made it down, he started off again, slowly shuffling his feet across the ground in a manner that only a zombie with years of experience could master. His feet hit against something unexpected again. Ridges and grooves along the floor that made him stumble. With a shrug he dropped to his knees and felt around, trying to find anything of use. OOC Character Name Alexander Current HP remaining: 25 Character kingdom: Creation/Om Character's Miasma Colour: Green Character description:b tall, pale skin, dark hair, red eyed dhampire in some kind of thieves garb idk
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chirigami rolled 1 100-sided dice:
72
Total: 72 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 8:21 pm
Damn circles! Maple wanted to flip the damn thing over, but it was too damn heavy.
OOC Name: Maple HP 25 Character description: Maple is a petite girl, short in stature with sad soft brown colored eyes. She is wearing simple peasant like garb in various shades of grey and a headscarf to cover her softly layered hair. Deaf. Blind. Mute. Very much :
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Theidren rolled 1 100-sided dice:
37
Total: 37 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 8:22 pm
Feeling her way she managed to find the pillars and whatever liquid again.. Quote: Name: Sigrún Valdís HP: 25 Kingdom: Silver Appearance: Sig is a Valkyrie with long dark auburn hair. White wings and she wears silvery battle armor, her main weapon is a battle axe.
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 8:22 pm
"Enough." The Voice spoke to all intruders in the room, to the remaining Kings and the Silver fragments that opposed. "I have decided my fate and yours. It is time you take what is not yours and return it to me, all of it, my power I have given to you, reclaimed finitely as mine."
Though none could see nor hear, they could feel it, the ground shaking terribly, the walls - where they could feel walls - cracking, and a strange void grabbing at them from between where the floor split. In the center the raised frame-like objects shook, but did not move, while everything else swirled. The walls now cracked, though there was no sound, only the feeling of brick, mortar, paper and wood flying through the air, ripping around them in a cyclone and into them. They could feel it, just an empty sense of void as their skin began to unravel and peel apart, as their hands and fingers became undone, as they lost everything. First, just bits and pieces, a memory of who they were, how they had gotten here, and then everything began to rewind, unwind faster. As their fingers and legs spun into nothing, so did all that they remembered. The Pillars. Medea's warning. Mark's visitation. Who they really were. What it event meant to be a fragment.
It wasn't a struggle as it was absolute, simple and perfect. Replace, recycle, recreate, clean and unflawed fragments. For those who remembered everything, were not even of this world, they felt something odd, as if they were being forcefully severed. For a moment, all memories began to blur, their servitude to their Kings overpowering their true memories before everything simply disappeared along with their very existence in this place, in this tower, in this odd dream. Even the Silver Kings felt a tug, a pull, and then the unraveled faster, unable to resist the one who controlled this very domain and made everything from their will alone. Unwanted, unfulfilled, they simply disappeared.
Only those few Kings remained. Green, Gold, Violet and Black. Loyal and resolute.
And now, even the room had turned void, white and empty. Only the thick black outlines of mirrors, seven mirrors remained.
"Kings, you have done well." Even more than before, the Voice felt ominous, overwhelming in this forced silence. "I have given you trials and you have succeeded, where the others could not. But there remains in this world four Kings when there can only be one True King. And because of this I have chosen just one."
The faithful Kings, the loyal Kings, who would have done anything, anything at all for the Voice felt a slight shift in the air. It didn't feel painful, or anything, really, it just felt right. They were tired. They were sleepy. They had done their best and now it was time to return back to the mirrors and go to sleep. They feet moved, the bodies turned and walked obediently, towards each of their respective coloured frames as they simply sank into the reflective glass surface, from where they originally belonged to.
Only one figure remained.
"You are the true King." It was just one now, one and nothing else. "Speak now your wish, and I will reveal myself. Speak now whatever your heart so desires." ALL SILVERS INCLUDING SILVER KINGS ALL SILVER PLAYERS, INCLUDING SILVER KINGS:- You never quite regain your senses. At first, even the feeling of peeling away is not quite as frightening. It doesn't hurt, it simply is a void where something might have been, a finger, hands, arms, it doesn't matter. You don't even need to close your unseeing eyes as the feeling washes over you. Memories of everything unwind piece by piece and perhaps you feel something, regret, confusion, hatred. Did it all really matter? What was the point? What were you, pawns in a game that you never really had control over? And just like that the fragment, you, shatter. OOC: Post a conclusion/ reaction post to this post! This is the true final moments of your character in THIS reality. That means your 'fragment' memory will DISAPPEAR. Try to capture their emotions in that last moment. If you are in ANY OTHER PLACE other than the top of the tower Follow the prompt above, but all you feel is everything unravelling, as you too finally disappear - Please DO post in THIS thread your reaction/ disappearance post. That means your 'fragment' memory will DISAPPEAR. Try to capture their emotions in that last moment. ALL AWAKENED PLAYERS The sensation is odd, as if you're being torn apart from your memories in this world. For a strange, dizzying moment, you see you, but the you in the world, one who stares blankly forward, not even noticing your presence. They too shake their head, as if waking from a daze, or perhaps sinking back into one, lost and confused. Then slowly, piece by piece in front of your eyes, they dissolve. They second they fully dissolve you feel yourself thrown back - - But you never wake up. OOC: Post a conclusion/ reaction post to this post! ALL KINGS/ NON SILVER KINGS The Voice has called to you and you are the chosen. However, even being chosen does not make you exempt from being immune. - ALL REMAINING KINGS ROLL 1d100. The HIGHEST dice roll will be considered the "WINNING" King while the other three return back to sleep. gaia_crown Nonwinning kings: You feel something, just a chance for bare flickers of emotion as tiredness takes you. You cant think or remember anything else, just a longing to go back to sleep. You put your hand on the surface of the mirror and then disappear entirely. OOC: Post a conclusion/ reaction post to this post! This is the true final moments of your character! gaia_crown WINNING KING: Quote Zoobey and make a wish to become magical girl!
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Meegane rolled 1 100-sided dice:
42
Total: 42 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 8:23 pm
" Enough." AJ heard the Voice said in a determined manner. Then, the whole world started to shake, vigorously. Being triple handicapped was not a good thing, especially when you could still feel. The Voice claimed to get back what was given to them, he knew he was gonna be gone forever this time. He cursed the Voice from his heart. He hadn't seen the one he loved in this fake world! He wished he could speak and hear once again, just once would do. So that he can call the names of Ofelia, his Majesty, Alex, Eva, Bella and so on. He wanted to see them, saying goodbye to each other before AJ the fragment vanished. Having a good sensitivity, the young Tiefling could feel everything was swirled, like a vast whirlpool swallowing all of them. Thing were flying, flickering across him, many dusts were sweeping along his skin. The precious memories were being drawn away, bit by bit. AJ covered his head with his hands even though he knew that couldn't stop it. He was becoming more and more hollow. His body was dismembering, starting from his fingers, like an orange being peeled layer by layer. It should be horrible to see what was happening on him, yet he was so calm, not scared. The process seemed to take a bit longer than he expected, AJ spaced out, started to recall the memories remained in his mind. Tiefling.....what's that?What remained were words and images, hardly can be called memories. A stone? With a cross on it........what was he doing? Another piece of scattering memory flashed by, AJ the fragment saw himself working on a pair of stone and made them into earrings. It wasn't something he would do because it took so much time and efforts, strange? A kiss on his forehead from another Tiefling, who was she?" Your majesty, my clever and rational king. Please bestow the glory to your pawn." It was his voice, but who was he talking to, so sincerely? King? Your majesty? Who was that man?His memories were like an unfinished puzzle, parts were missing here and there. Although he doesn't feel hurt physically, he felt the pain mentally. AJ wished to keep his memories, but the harder he tried to recall, the more memories he found missing. It was very frustrated. They were like air which he couldn't grasp hold no matter how hard he tried, once after another. He was like watching a rewinding movie, about himself. AJ could no longer remember how he was here, the truth that he already died once. He had forgotten he fought on the battlefield and adventured in the ladyrinth just to harvest miasma, the warmness when Ofelia kissed on his forehead - - They were all gone, he was empty, outside and inside. There was just a weird feeling that someone was there, someone he wished to say goodbye to. So he said that in his heart. Farewell the one I loved, farewell my beloved kingdom, farewell my world. He also remembered how the Voice treated him and other fragments, before he forgot, he made the most sincere wish. Dear the Voice, I wish that you could never find what you wanted, you would be forever alone. No one would accompany you and you always feel empty and sad. Curse you, the Voice. Then he, AJ, forever vanished. CLINK.OOC Name: AJ HP: 25/ 25 Character kingdom: Silver Rank: Wild Card Character description: Still a Tiefling that has silver hair and red eyes, always smiling. Rather tall in build. Using knuckles and dagger. Wearing simple clothes.
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 8:24 pm
Nkosazana flinched as the wall shook.
It seemed that someone had crashed alongside her, but she couldn't tell who it was, not without sight, and not without hearing. She felt like she was completely dead to the world, in some ways, a helpless observer who couldn't even really observe.
There was a graze and a squeeze on her shoulder, and her eyes darted up and over, despite not being able to see what she was really looking at. That hand felt vaguely familiar, but she wasn't quite familiar enough with the touch of The White King's hand to outright identify the touch as him. Still, there was something comforting about it. She was ... glad to have the affection of someone, even if she didn't know who they were. She would mouth a thank you, but was it worth it? None of them could see. There had to be a better way to show her appreciation.
And so, a smile spread on her face, and she placed her own hand over Wilson's, squeezing gently in turn, in an attempt to comfort and thank for the comfort and company she truly needed.
And when Wilson got up to battle The Violet King again, she let go, more at peace this time.
[[ Edit: Will post my exit after this, haha ]]Quote: Name: Nkosazana HP: 25/25 Kingdom: Silver Rank: Wild Card Miasma Color: Silver Appearance: Nkosazana is a very tall humanoid-looking female, coming in at a perhaps daunting height of 6'3". Her skin is rather dark, with violet eyes and dark hair. She wears rather rustic looking clothing, perhaps making her obviously Silver. Now that she knows the truth, all of the smiles and gentleness seems to be gone from her face, replaced with a determination in her eyes and a bitter tone to her voice.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 8:31 pm
The confusion, the feeling of being lost and detached was finally ebbing away. Somewhere out there, beyond the Tower, a little girl with puffy red hair simply vanished from this dream land. Her feelings and sadness vanished quietly. Everything she was in the world was now gone. Her name, her dress, her eyes, her scent. All created for this world that was now peeling away.
The little girl who called herself Poppy, she faded without any regrets, no sadness. She simply vanished.
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 8:34 pm
She couldn't help but blush a little when he asked those words on her hand, finding them a little foreign, something that she would have never expected Mengyao to ask.
Hearing the resounding Voice, she turned up to attempt to capture him for a moment, giving him a blind, but stern look. Even if he hated her for losing his Lifen, he was still someone who she had at one point grew up with, befriended, even if it was not 'real' anymore.
With a shaky hand, she shook her head and wrote two words to him. "Good Luck."
He found find his own answers.
OOC I'll do my exit after this XD!
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 8:36 pm
It was finally happening.
He didn't know how, what triggered it, but it was finally happening. Mot felt the room begin to come undone. A wirlwind of debris he could barely feel. His memories began to fade from his mind and become a void. His finger tips grew numb, his toes, his nose. Bits and pieces of his body and mind, falling away and dying.
Finally. He didn't have to live this lonely existence in a fake world anymore. That strange boy in the mirror.. that person he'd been based off of.. he wondered if he would ever know of this Mot. This Mot that fought for a Kingdom. Died and was reborn only to die again and again. Did he know?
To be remembered.. was that important to him?
But soon, even that painful thought peeled away and was lost. All was lost as this Fragment that called itself Mot finally left this world.
He found his peace. It was all over.
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 8:38 pm
Frozen to their spot, Keel suddenly felt their knees buckle beneath them. Their essence, feelings, their very existence was beginning to peel away. Memories, thoughts, and dread slowly left them as they began to fade away. Was their time finally up? They couldn’t tell if they were glad or simply sad. It felt like they had actually spent a life time living this reality, yet for all they know, they might have simply been put into this fake world yesterday.
Given the chance, Keel would have sighed.
There were so many things they wanted to be mad about. Why were they here for such selfish whelms? Why must they exist, and then be told they were nothing and must return to that state? It hurts to realize that their existence as no more than a mere rendition of others that truly exists and will never be erased. And instead, here they were, all the people of this fake realm, slowly dissolving back into the abyss they came from.
It doesn’t hurt physically, but it hurts so much mentally.
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Ah.
They really wish they never knew this truth.
It was better when they thought this dream was their reality.
Keel slowly dissolved, just like the others on this floor.
The End
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Nothing Yet rolled 1 100-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 8:39 pm
thack was very sad he died... he was disappoint
he sufferererered lots
Zoo told me thack suffered
AND THEN THACKERY WAS LIKE FINE. IF I CAN'T BE THE TRUE KING OF EVERYTHING, THEN I WILL BE THE TRUE KING... OF REFLECTION HAHAHAHA' AND THEN HE WALKED INTO THE MIRROR AND DIED THE END
who will adopt my key babies now? sad Thackery had no clue what was going on, but it did not matter as he disappeared. As he did he thought of his loved ones.... the ones that were closest to him... forgotten.... he thought of his gay lover Ash, waiting for him back in the cowboy ranch... but who would take care of his minicowboys..... or wrangle them every night. Who would bless them...." He looked sadly away and sad out loud. "Ash... I miss u...." and then drew a giant heart on the mirror. Sadly, he took the mirror's hand. "I am ready........ ..... YE HAWWW http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7fe1dzhY_ps---- The traitorous hands around his neck were gone, the Gatekeeper thought; or they weren't and he just didn't care anymore, because The Voice spoke to them again, with words that would finally change everything. This was it. This was what he had worked so hard towards. This was the fruit of the labors of a thousand dead souls. He paid the price in loss and betrayal for something far greater, and though he pitied them all, hated some, it was for the most perfect of endings. It didn't seem odd, then, when the world around him began to crumble. He would build his kingdom from loss, just as he'd always done. He pulled the broken from the wreckage and put them back together, piece by piece, until they were ready. He was skilled with this, and The Voice knew as much, so it was preparing this place for him. It all made flawless sense. The Voice made him this way, and he always did what he was told. It gave him the reflection of a living world, nestled beneath its counterpart. The bodies of friends and families and enemies alike above the souls of the dead and the lost below. They moved in a world that was his own, each their own beautiful piece to something much larger. A more True world. He saw their shapes and tattered edges and matched them where they were meant to go with deep understanding, humoring their needs until they each found their place. It was tedious work to ensure everyone knew of their uniqueness, believed that even the smallest of slivers had a reason, but he worked to do as much, reminding them more than was probably necessary. And he'd loved it, so thrilled to show them the way, learning each of their names and their histories, guiding them through gateway after gateway. He held the keys to their existence. He chose when to give and when to take - and always gave, until they chose to leave. And then he took it all. There was, after all, no reason to keep the pieces that refused to fit. If he'd searched it all and found no niche for them, they weren't of any use. They were hardly special anymore. They were just a collection of memories of what used to be a living being, with no place in their world or his alike. Kings, you have done well, it said, and he smiled because he knew he had. He had always known, but hearing it from The Voice itself was something different. It meant that it saw what he'd accomplished with the talents that it gave him, growing to his full potential. "Thank you," he managed, a yawn breaking through the last syllable. It must be all part of the plan, he wagered. He would close his eyes to a shattered mirror and wake up to find one that was whole. Whole and his. He would just sleep a while, and when he awoke, his True Crown would be waiting for him. Thackery's weary fingertips found the mirror he'd been so afraid to touch before. There was nothing waiting on the other side.
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 8:39 pm
Jericho froze as he heard the Voice booming over everyone. What was it doing? The floors began to shake, and pretty soon, he could feel something tugging at him. He couldn't see it happening, but he felt as though something was peeling away from him. There was no pain, but he could slowly feel less and less of himself. He wanted to stare down at his hands, but apart from being unable to see them, he found nothing to move there. He supposed he shouldn't be surprised. He was never more than just a shade. A fragment. A pawn. It made him feel angry, if only for a moment. Why was it that he. They. Had to have such an existence like this? Or rather... a lack of existence. The dragon wanted to be able to live his own life. To forge his own path. To do things by his own will. In a way, he was able to here, but it wasn't enough. He wanted to live. To exist. To be real. But even then, he soon forgot even that much, as the memories were ripped away. Jericho felt angry without knowing why, until that too faded. Everything was ending and he had absolutely no control over it. The only thing he could do was accept what was happening to him. And just like that... he was gone. Quote: Name:Jericho HP: 25 Target: Damage:Blessing:Kingdom: Silver wildcard Appearance: Red haired. Gold eyed. Red dragon. Steps:
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medigel rolled 1 100-sided dice:
70
Total: 70 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 8:39 pm
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Molten Tigrex rolled 1 100-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 8:40 pm
It was time.
Commanded by the Voice, the Black King could fight no longer. His weapon dissipated like so much smoke through his fingers. It was over. All of it, the long struggle that had brought them to the realm of the Voice itself, was at an end, and so were their enemies. All around them, the nothingness had crept in, the Voice reclaiming the world in a whirlwind that stopped just outside the circle. He blinked, and they were gone, all the silver ghosts that had tormented them unraveled like string. Gone was the world, gone was everything in it that belonged to him, and everything that should have. "No..."
The words that rang out from the Voice sent a chill down his shadow. Something was pushing him, guiding him in a direction he couldn't go in, not yet, not now. Even as his feet made mechanical motions toward the edge of the circle, his thoughts, his rage, remained clear for a few moments longer. A howl rang through the center of the void, panicked and desperate. "You cannot do this to me! Me, your most loyal servant! I will not be silenced! I AM THE TRUE-"
There was a shift in the air, and the words died in his throat. In an instant he was forcibly cleansed of the bitterness and anger that had filled him with both purpose and emptiness for so long. The days and weeks and months and years and lifetime were a wrought-metal heaviness upon his head. He could see it all, but faintly now, as if from far away. The events that had led him here, and to his doom, his failure. There was only one recourse now, only one place to go and one thing yet undone. He knew it without a word, without a feeling, a command that warped his very nature to follow it as if he had known all along he must.
With every step his memories began to collapse under the weight of exhaustion. Faintly he saw people, places, faces, blurry black silhouettes and missing names and wars he could no longer remember winning or losing.
And then, he didn't.
Because it had always just been him, hadn't it? He tried to recall all he knew, but it was hard, it was so hard now. He was Aymet, a King, of Revenge; he would never be satisfied, he would never get his due. He was a fire that consumed everything it touched, spreading destruction and ash in his wake. And when there was nothing left he would fade to embers, alone in the darkness. But that wasn't him, was it. All he longed for now was to sleep.
The mirror loomed before him, no longer a fearful sight. With tired eyes he stared back into himself from the other side. The Shadow of a True King. An echo. Incomplete. He would not have it taunt him any longer. He reached out, and his hand sank into the glass like water. There was something that made him want to pull back, something he had to do, or maybe something he wanted. Or someone. But it was so faint, it was practically a whisper lost in the roaring emptiness that parted him from his thoughts. The silvery shimmer was up to his wrists, then his arms. Every thought and feeling fled his grasp, every memory slipped away, and stripped of all that he was, he was finally at peace. And it pulled him further still with every step. His mind grew sluggish, confused, dim. He closed his eyes, and -
The Black King was no more.
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 8:41 pm
The room spun and the walls shook.
Or had the sensation of spinning. Which was quite odd considering she couldn't actually see anything. Millie tried to hold onto the chair but it got swept up in the... wind? She couldn't feel any wind so there must have been no wind. Just a void.
She felt her fingers disappearing and knew she was disappearing as well. Millie felt oddly okay with this. She had had enough of fumbling around in the darkness, unable to hear or talk to anyone. This randomly being attacked by beings she could not see. Waging unwinnable wars with the promise of paradise at the end... Was it all worth it? Did fighting for a cause accomplish anything?
Here, in the end she was just plunged into darkness, silence and forever alone. Slowly losing her sanity due to her lost senses.
All she ever wanted was that peaceful kingdom full of lies. Forever. She'd live there forever with her king and every other member of the Violet Kingdom.
This Voice had lied to her this whole time. Wasn't the point of being given a second chance was to say goodbye?
Goodbye to the kingdom she never saw again. Goodbye to Millie, the fragment that never existed.
Something that was and at the same time never was just a reflection.
And just like that the reflection shattered.
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