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A new quest had unlocked on OCTOPU55Y's pocket card... Seeing as she wasn't doing anything currently, the decided to head over to the place. She hadn't expected the amazing graphics. A temple on a floating island covered in water, with a staircase leading up, up, up, straight to the top. She couldn't see anything from here, but she... it must've been important. Getting her cards ready, but not feeling any sort of danger to the place, mostly calming and a small feeling of accomplishment, OCTO approached the stair way. She could see a small fountain, and just a few at the end of it with an orb, standing there as if waiting for her.

OCTO pursed her lips. This was something she could use to improve herself with. Her powers. She could feel it...

Approaching the orb, the girl could only think of how much effort it had taken her to get this far. The insufferable annoyances of the Cheshire, the cakes, the glitches... She was starting to like this. She didn't know something could be so... fun? She guessed. It was nice.

If this was to get more power, OCTO was willing to accept it. She'd love having new powers, especially ones that would help her defeat anything in her way.

Like the damned Jabberwock.

When she finally reached the end, she placed a hand on the orb. She felt a slight change in the air, and light erupted in all directions. When it cleared, she felt stronger, more powerful-- looking down at her clothes, she realized she had changed.

She was no longer a simple Doormouse anymore.

OCTOPU55Y was a Doormouse Doctor.


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Not long after Byakko's battle had finished, his Pocket Card let him know he had unlocked a special area. He followed it's directions and ended up at the Lost Temple. Farther directions lead him to a room with an orb on the other side of it. He made his into the water, heading for the orb and lifting a hand slightly in readiness to touch it. As he waded though, the room faded and his imagination started to go wild.

~He stood there with a confidence about him that was clear and noticeable. It practically radiated off of him. Though it wasn't as literal as the soft blue glow that would flicker around him from time to time. Power would leak from him every few seconds and fade into the air, leaving behind the sense of confidence in who ever walked through the area's they had faded. There was also a spring in his step so to speak and a smile/smirk on his face, showing he was in a good mood. Nothing could take away his good mood now.

He had Souji carefully grasped in one hand and was looking at his parents and younger brother as they stared in awe of him. The spell on them finally broke and his parents started to babble about how they 'were fools to give him up' and 'how they were so proud that he got this powerful', while his brother kept going on about how he was glad to have a powerful older brother. Nothing could have made him happier then his moment. Of finally showing them what they were missing when they threw him away like unwanted trash. Well there was always one thing that would have made him happier. If only Makky were here to bask in revenge with him.~

The scene in his head faded as he reached the end of the water and was able to touch the orb finally.

Chosen cards:

McCowboy had heard mentions of this Lost Temple from others he encountered in this strange world. When his Pocket Card began to beep and whirl alerting him that access to the Lost Temple had been granted, he didn’t hesitate to teleport himself to its location.

The Temple was thing of true beauty and power. He was drawn towards a beautiful glowing orb across the waters of the temple; he slowly gravitated towards it as if under a hypnotic trance. As he crossed through the waters, he never felt more alive, more powerful, more in control of his life and his destiny.

He saw himself as a part of something greater than himself – a part of a team that gave his life a meaning he had long been searching for. The brief flashes of this scene – his future? a dream? – invigorated him.

In that moment, he knew exactly what he wanted in life, and knew what would bring him happiness. He had a goal, a drive and an ambition that he never felt he had before. There was something about this place – not just the Lost Temple, but also the entire Wonderland surrounding it – he knew it meant something significant. He felt truly a part of something, not just an interloper coming in and out of people’s lives. Something was happening here, and it all was going to start to come together soon with that orb.

It was this feeling – this feeling that his destiny just at his fingertips – that made him feel power that he had never felt before. He had the power of control over his fate. He had the power to approach his destiny head-on.

As far as he was concerned, there was no greater power than that.

And with that mind, he reached out to touch the orb.

He’d finally done it! After all the mob fighting, the stupid side quests, the eating things he shouldn’t have eaten, and the getting lost in god knows where he’d finally leveled up enough that he could get that promotion.

He’d sort of expected it to just happen like it did in videogames. No fancy whatnots just a dink and ‘oooo a clothing change’. So wasn’t what happened.

Figured somewhere as silly as this would have a special temple you had to visit first before you could actually get your upgrade.

Shrugging he started to wade through the water toward the orb. The water was cold at first but as he was in it longer the cold seemed to stop mattering as much. He couldn’t really feel it and everything else around him started to seem less important. What was important was that he’d done it.

He’d achieved something.

Even if it was a little victory it was a victory none the less. He could say he’d stuck with something long enough to really see the rewards. It would have been better if it was in the real world but at least he’d still done it. Dreams were still part of you and so … yea.

Grinning to himself he reached out and set his hands on the orb.

Which did actually do the pop thing.

He looked down and noticed his coat was slightly bigger, fancier and after pulling a card out of his sleeve he realized they were sharp

“Dude I’m Gambit” He laughed before climbing his way back out of the water.

Sap checked her pocket card, just out of habit, and noticed that there was a new button glittering on it - a button previously dark. Curious, as always, because curiousity killed the tree as much as the cat, she poked it and was suddenly...

Transported...

To a place of beauty. Cautiously, awedly, she began to walk up the staircase that appeared before her. The place was, to her, not quite like any of the other places in wonderland. It was... different... somehow. Sane.

She took her first step into the water between her and that softly glowing, tantalizing orb.

What is power the swishing of the water seemed to ask. Sap didn't know. She had never aspired to much. She didn't still. She was happy to be average, because average was more than nothing, and nothing was what she had had before. Do you want power Sap didn't want power but...

But...

Her mind wandered to a memory, a strange memory because it was not entirely memory, but edited somehow to make it grander, more beautiful. She was pretty sure the trumpets in the background hadn't been there before.

It was her emergence from a pumpkin after her 'death' in the forest, her first taste of what being free and 'alive' and a halloweener was. Being able to move, laugh, speak, dance, and LIVE for the first time. Being able to see, really see, for the first time. All of those beautiful, miraculous, firsts.

That was power too, wasn't it? She had lived then, and was still alive now, and she regretted nothing she had done up until this point. That was power too.

She could only hope that she could keep living and keep not regretting herself. She imagined arriving in Amityville, her acceptance letter in her branchy hands. She imagined one day graduating. She imagined one day having a boilfriend and a family and just... living. Being normal, average (or a bit above), and happy.

She blinked, her reveries flickering away as her hand touched the cool, smooth surface of the orb. She felt power - that same power - fill her. No, it was something greater, something stranger. She felt the glow of the orb spread ... further, faster, stronger... until, with a flash of light, she was back where she had been.

Better.


+ Job Class to Cheshire Cat Wraith

RoyalBlightning picked up his pocket card, hearing it chirping at him. What was this? Button? Curious as always, Blightning tapped the button, and soon found himself in a place much different than the White Castle.

This was different. It was not gloomy like the White Castle was, but majestic. It gave him a sense of peace and power.

He knew he had to make it across the water. He knew he had to get to the thing that would make him more powerful. Blightning advanced forward, placing his foot into the water and letting the power rush into him, surging into his veins and arteries. It was electrifying, and he was most certain that if he was in Halloween Town, the area around him would be sparking with the excitement and power he felt.

He always felt like he was powerful. It was part of his natural confidence. Maybe not Destroyer of Worlds powerful, but he had fallen into that treat trap a little easier than most would be comfortable with.

Power was something he relished. Power was something he thought he was. He was a lightning elemental. Lightning was power. That was why so many humans feared it, even as they admired it. So many had to run away from it, animals hid from it--and it fed them, and so many of them began to exist. If he was of a powerful element, there was no way he could not have been powerful himself...

He could run. He knew he could run. When he was running, he felt like he was free, but the power was there, too. He was so fast, no one could catch him. No one would ever catch him...

He knew he was powerful.

Perhaps it was just his own inflated sense of self-worth telling himself that, but he deserved the power. He had a powerful legacy, and he himself could hold his own. As he stood, he knew he deserved the legacy he was born into. And he deserved whatever was so powerful in that floating orb up ahead...

He felt himself running to it.

As it melted away, he felt like he was more powerful. His outfit changed. He was stronger. He had more cards.

He was insanely powerful.

An Insane Mad Hatter, he selected two cards and teleported back to the White Castle.

What did power mean to Gravity? To climb the ranks? No, he'd done that once. He was miserable, and always felt weak and afraid. He never felt powerful in Death, just more and more lost.

So what then, would lead him to feel like he held power? Maybe an object, something other than having Tenya as his partner. Everyone at Deus had a weapon, that wouldn't set him apart. They all had artifacts, and he didn't. They had special skills and attributes.

What did he have? What could he do to be better than them? Stronger?

He imagined himself with something as he walked through the water. A small object, maybe. Coveted, sought after. With this, he'd be needed. Nothing would move forward unless he consented. This... this would give him the power he sought. People would look at him different. He isn't the small child who needs to be defended. He isn't useless. Not worthless. With this object, it would grant him something. A purpose. Yes, purpose was power. This would guide him where he needed to be, to grant him ability to do what he must do.

Please, give me this power. He pleaded within. More than anything, he needed purpose, direction. A reason to move forward.

'Shake stuffed the pocket card back in her pocket once she arrived at the temple. It was beautiful here. The water was as blue as the sky, and the little green lily pads that covered the water.

"This is beautiful..." She said, as she slowly waded through water, towards the giant orb. A job promotion meant she could do more than just normal attacks. She would be powerful! Power is nice... But it wasn't what she needed. It meant she knew more skills. She could use the skills to do more quests, and gain levels. Goly, it was easier to quest and mission here then it was in real life. She let out a small laugh.

For her, power didn't mean being strong and being in charge. It meant being able to do things others couldn't. Something she'd always wanted as a child, but couldn't bring herself to have. It did mean she was strong too. But it had a different specified reason with her.

Being powerful meant she had better spells. Stronger attacks. New abilities. Being able to fight things she couldn't have fought before. Taking on bosses she'd never be able to fight. And fighting things, like that Jabberwock that chased her back in Tulgey Woods.

That's why when she came back to reality, and was near the orb, she grasped it firmly.

OOC

My character's username: harlemshake
My character's level: 27
Character's HP: 30/30
Character's Job Class: Cheshire
Current party: ALL BY MYSELFFFFF
Current Guild: None Currently
Location: White Queen's Castle
Small IC description of character: 5'0" girl (or at least, she attempted to make her short), with darker skin. Curly hair, and white accessories.

Currently looks like: Click

Character journal: Here