Kyrie looked around the room she found herself in. The voice of the speaker still echoing in her ears for a moment as she became aware of where she was. She frowned a bit as she looked out the rain streaked windows peering down at the stores below her. Then she walked around the room a few times.
Table... paper... pencil. Heh.. White walls and a pencil. It was all too perfectly set up. The Conquest girl walked to the walls and started to draw grafitti. The room was far to dull without something to add to it.
Kyrie was here, and is STILL watching you.
She slid one hand through her pale hair brushing it away from the sharp but somehow delicate horns upon her head. This task done she tossed the pen aside and headed out into the hall. Her next act was to be utterly annoying to the poor Famine Sage in the hall. She stood in front of him, eyes narrowed.
"Where are we, why am I here, what is here, where do I go now?" The poor man didn't even get a chance to answer before she tapped one foot impatiently. "I am Kyrie Eleison" She stated her name as if it would mean something to the Famine horseman, which only made him take note of it, while he tried to answer her.
Further impatient she just tossed her arms up and stalked away, heading to the elevator and down to the lobby to torture someone else with her presence.
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Name: Kyrie Clan: Conquest (Scout) Arcana: Hanged Man Desc: A delicate looking girl who seems to be hyped up on something she found. Her horns seem delicate like they are made of porcellan but are very sharp. She wears pale silks. Impulsive!
Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 7:58 am
REHAB CENTER
Tired, he laid on the ground even after waking, letting the cool floor touch his check. What brought him to sit up was the white. Blinding. Far from the dank caves and burrows of home. Conquest sure knew how to take the fun out of a crawlspace. It lacked all personality. No indentations, claw markings, the subtle textures brought from teeth-marks from painstakingly eating away walls to suit your specific tastes. It lacked smell too. Nothing permeated the air aside from the humming air conditioning from somewhere and the distant clacking of footwear.
He was missing someone, and looked around. No. Not here.
Rising, he started to walk, staring out the window as the rain - a sound strange to him, yet akin to the hissing of many roaches and cicada.
"Depress." Vin sighed, looking up to see another Famine member and moving to them. Their answers were - not answers. All that was given to him was a questionnaire that he stared at for some time.
How was Dorothy’s performance? Informative but poor visuals. Black hair is better. Not too keen on red. More shell casings. Too few limbs. Would like option between female and male mascot.
Would you recommend her to anyone else? My friends probably know a better system.
On a scale of 1 - 10, 1 being the least, how well would you say your memory rehabilitation process is going? Floor uncomfortable. 1/10
Stepping out, he looked around and started to walk the hallways with half-opened eyes a his skeletal feet clacked on the ground.
Character's name: Vin Character's clan: Famine Character's journal link: [ X ] Character's arcana Judgement Group: F BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Emaciated with bones above thighs and skeletal feet. Black, dead eyes and tan, discolored flesh. A few bug like small legs curl about his exposed ribs. Wears tattered, black rags that cover most of his body.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 8:08 am
[REHAB CENTER] Spotting a war horseman he recognised from seeing them around, Rep gravitated in her direction. "Oi." he said to Liya with a smirk, feeling more himself the longer he hung around.
"Do you have any ******** idea of how we got here?" he frowned slightly. "Cause honestly I haven't got a clue. I just ******** ended up here and that was it. I remember what I had for dinner like, a few days ago but I can't remember anything from yesterday. I don't think I ate or drank anything weird."
Rep was prone to just running his mouth off at anyone nearby, and as nervous as he was right now, he was talky.
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A freckled, muscular War horseman strung with feathers, bones and wrapped in a tiger pelt Rep is an intimidating sight, covered from head to toe in scars and tattoos. He speaks with a strange accent and seems to have never heard of an indoor voice.
He is very often accompanied by a short petite Conquest horseman who dresses in an array of black feathers and in long elegant silks
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 8:09 am
"BingHua." he gave that a dignified head nod, or at least he hoped with was dignified. "It suits you." and with that he lost all traces of dignity and gave her a small smile. Smiling suited him better.
"Oh yes. Thank you. I just feel like I should be doing something. I'm not one to sit still too long. Though being graced with your company helped." he didn't particularly want to talk to his clansmen again because they assumed that he didn't even remember his own name.
"I think they are in the same boat as us. They just... woke up first." he glanced at them, trying to look important.
Peril- Journal Clan: Famine Arcana: The high priestess (Group A) Description: Shirtless with scarf. Termites occasionally crawl in and out of the folds of his cloths.
As the moments ticked by and more horsemen milled past them, Liya could feel her memory sharpen ever so slightly. It was still horribly fuzzy in so many places but she would work with what she had. And even when along came a War Chieftain that Liya at first did not place, the warrior did not panic.
A heartbeat later, a name came to mind, "Not remember how we got here seems like the thing for everyone, not just you Rep." A beat. "Is everyone really here? And are they still hanging around?"
She found herself bringing out her phone for some reason and felt the need to ask, "Anyone seen my brother?"
Liya War Horseman; Warrior The Tower Arcana (Group D) - 5"0 tall - Mother hen - Loves you all!
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 8:32 am
[ REHAB CENTER ]
There had been no dreams.
But then again, she never did have her own... Right?
It wasn't a sudden action or a fleeting fear upon waking up. More of a gentle rise as she opened the steeling mirrors of her eyes to only close them for a moment to the light all around her. A soft grunt escaped her throat before reaching around her for her 'companion' and burrowing her head straight underneath it.
"Much better."
Damaris was never one to rush herself. Or.. Did she? Her own mind had too many questions for her and not enough answers to fill in the glaring empty spaces in her memory. She elicited another groan before shifting herself to the edge of the bed and getting to her feet.
Where exactly was this? How had she even gotten here?
A gleaming table caught her attention. A rather ornate table for such a place. It was.. Nice. But what seemed to gather more of her curiosity was the paper resting upon it's surface. A survey of some kind? What a strange thing to have... A quick glance over it and it seemed important enough.
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gaia_star How was Dorothy’s performance? Helpful.
gaia_star Would you recommend her to anyone else? For anyone else in my situation, perhaps.
gaia_star On a scale of 1 - 10, 1 being the least, how well would you say your memory rehabilitation process is going? 6, at best.
The sound of rain drew her gaze away from her finished task. Always a pleasant background noise. One she could listen to for eternity if it were allowed from her. But she had work to do. Her own memories to sort out and it seemed this place was, supposedly, good with that. It appeared she was not far from civilization as she could note several shops below... Good.
Grabbing her neglected phone and adjusting her feral hood, she stepped out of the room to find herself before too Famine sages. The hoods were a 'dead' giveaway as she approached the two. They asked for who she was. An appropriate question.
"Damaris. Death Priestess. Now, I'm sure you are rather busy but how and/or why did I end up here?"
She was met with information of there being others. Others that had woken up before her and have had just as much, if not more, problems with their own memories and minds. And interesting bit of news. She slowly waved her hand before making her way in the direction she had been previously gestured towards. A digging through her pockets found her phone and... Something else. Hard but thin. She picked it out in lieu of said gadget and found she had a card of some kind. A key card.
Had she put it there? Maybe someone had given it to her? Either way, it seemed to be hers now.
It was time to see just how many others had awoken before her.
[ EXIT into the DEATH COMMON FLOOR ]
Character's name: Damaris Character's clan: Death - [Priestess] Character's journal link: [ X ] Character's Arcana: Strength ( Group B ) BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Avatar 5'8". Preferring to stay underneath her furry friend, Damaris is pale with a pair of striking silver eyes peering underneath short, muted chestnut locks.
"Makes sense." he said. "I hope it's no got ******** anything to do with any of our enemies." The uneasy sense of panic didn't go away, making him restless. He moved his weight from foot to foot as he looked around at the others who were present. "I think people are mostly hanging around to make sure their companions and such are all right."
He shook his head. "I haven't seen your brother. I haven't seen my triplets either though. ******** sake I hope Harrison or Jian have them."
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A freckled, muscular War horseman strung with feathers, bones and wrapped in a tiger pelt Rep is an intimidating sight, covered from head to toe in scars and tattoos. He speaks with a strange accent and seems to have never heard of an indoor voice.
He is very often accompanied by a short petite Conquest horseman who dresses in an array of black feathers and in long elegant silks
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 8:44 am
[ REHAB CENTER ]
after spending a few minutes texting insults over the phone, Darkjay looked up at the increasing number of horsemen, some more recognizable then others. He was familiar with the tiny war horseman jumping around and fussing over everyone else. She was...tolerable at best, though he would rather she not fuss over him. Or be near him at all. Rep on the other hand was a different beast altogether. He would given him a grudging respect. he could see the war chieftain possessed some strength comparable to his own. It just meant he would have more fun besting the other in combat someday.
"I have no ******** idea either, and those bony pieces of s**t are not talking" He responded just as brashly, eying Rep and his many bones and scars, signs of the many battles he was in. He might have glanced at Liya once or twice. To acknowledge her existence. "Are you still sticking your nose into everyone else's business?" He inquired.
Rayu's presence was also acknowledged. With a swift but sharp punch to the horseman's arm. It was hard to know if he was starting a fight or giving a greeting.
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Character's name: Darkjay Character's clan: War Character's journal link:Here! Character's arcana Chariot BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 6'2 Blonde war horsemen, hair reaching just past his shoulders and slightly messy. He is a royal a*****e and holds himself above all overs. Likely to anger and lash out at the slightest chance.
"Oh hey rep." Rayu sort of remembered the chieftians name. He had no nervousness around him. they were of the same clan and that was all that mattered.
And if he didn't direct them to fight something, then rayu really didn't have to worry about it.
"No I haven't seen your bother or the triplets. I'm sure they are around though." he said in an easy way. "Did you check your rooms yet?"
Wow every sure seemed nervous over a little memory lost. Rayu wondered if he was the one under reacting. Naw. "If not give them a bit to wake up. If they aren't up in a few hours then we tear everything apart looking for them." he grinned, not caring who he tore apart along the way.
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Rayu- journal Clan: War Arcana: The Magician (Group A) Description: Rayu is about 6'1" with black hair and wings with a green tint. He looks like a he that just waltzed out of the jungle and is wearing war paint and no shirt when not in human mode. (which is whenever possible)
Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 9:04 am
Rehab center
The floor was white and pristine. The walls were white and pristine. The place smelled polished.
Kai stared up at the wall. No sky. Just walls of white. Groggy, he felt as if he had too much of - something probably too out of his league to be taking.
Rising, he tested his wings, pressing the small of his back with his hangs as he looked about. His eyes settled on the weapon stabbed through the window and grinned. Now THAT was decor. It was the little touches that really made a place.
Raining, he looked out at the sky and already wanted to be outside. Stretching his wings out, he wandered down, bare feet slapping the marble floors before he stopped a Famine member who was about as helpful as spoiled meat could be. The questionnaire given was met with a thick, woolly eyebrow raised up before he crumpled it in his hand and handed it back. That was his answer to each and every question.
The outside of the room wasn't even any better, but at least there were other people here, and he wandered past the poised posture of clear Conquest members to the hunched side-eyeing of a few Famine members. Some eye rolling of a few made him wonder how their rotten eyes didn't just fall out more often.
Ugh, he was hungry.
Hand to his stomach, he continued to answer, but stopped. Food. Cooking.
Where was his sister?
Looking around, he cupped his hands and opened his mouth to pause.
Name.....Name.........Name.......
Clentching his eyes tightly, he strained his brain before calling out.
"LLLLIIIYYYAAAA!!!"
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Character's name: Kai Character's clan: War Character's journal link: [ X ] Character's arcana: The Devil Group: D BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Massive black horsemen with long, black hair tied in a brain with beads and feathers. Have large, vulture wings on his back. Dressed in a sash of rope and leather at his waist, bare-chested, with tribal tattoos and war paint all over.
The tall horseman calmly moved his black eyes as he pondered what happened. He felt quite normal with the guidance of the Death despite he was told he forgot something. If it wasn't crucial stuff, then it shall be fine. He would just live on like his usual practice.
Thanked to the AI called herself Dorothy, his memories gradually resumed. Yet, he couldn't recall a bit about yesterday. It was blank, as if someone deliberately erased it. Cae doesn't feel angry about it, he was so much interested in the entity behind. Cracking an amused smile, the man's hand landed on the table, examining the work of his fellows.
The Death horseman possessed vague memories of the few times he was picked as guardian like a drama, and he left to become a jewelcrafter. Women were a mysterious creation, even appeared as stoic as priestesses. Anyway, there were a note on it. It seemed someone wanted a feedback, it was no a big deal to take some times to write.
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gaia_starHow was Dorothy’s performance? She was a sweet girl, she did quite well in assisting me I guess.
gaia_starWould you recommend her to anyone else? Sure, they might be in the same case as I do, so why not? It's better than knowing nothing and digging a hole all by ourselves.
gaia_starOn a scale of 1 - 10, 1 being the least, how well would you say your memory rehabilitation process is going? With her effort, I would say a 10 is not too much.
His attention shifted once he put the note back, almost all the fine weapons came from Death Clan. However, War clan preferred their primitive way of making weapons. He stopped by the window, inferring what sort of material the javelin was made of.
Cae believed living in a different environment, they might discover new materials suitable to craft more powerful weapons. Well, couldn't be helped when he was a crafter himself. Whenever he had time, he would leave the clan territory to explore different parts of the world. In order to find undiscovered gemstones, minerals and resources fit to be crafted. That might explain the reason why he wasn't as strict as the rest of the Death horsemen.
Everything that mimiced the human world was funny in his eyes, the street lights, the stores as well as their wear. Cae looked at his cellphone while he left the room, at the end of the hallway was an elevator. On his way towards the elevator, he encountered a Famine sage. The Death horseman greeted them with a gentle smile. "Cae's my name," he casually replied.
His eyes were captivated by the potent existence of the red crystal, he sensed a great energy within even from afar. He, out of nowhere, had a thought: If they could make use of the crystal, bright prosperity would be granted to their clan. "Have you guys tried to obtain the crystal by any mean?" The Death horseman asked, eyes still pinned onto the red crystal.
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Character's name:Cae Clan: Death (Y1 Horseman) Arcana: Temperance Brief Description: 6'4'' beanstalk, the handsome man always wears a gentle smirk on his face. Pale skinned and wiry, Cae only covered his upper body with high-quality pelt and prefers black to other colors. [ IMAGE ]
Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 9:24 am
[Rehab Center]
Punches are most definitely an acceptable form of greeting in Liya's opinion, which was why she didn't even bat an eye at what Darkjay had done to Rayu. She did, however, give the blonde horseman a grin that was too much teeth and promised she would use them on him if she wanted to.
"If it means ensuring that our clansmen are alright, <******** yeah I am." Her wings did visibly ruffle at the mention of Rep's "missing" children and immediately she began to worry about her brother. Even if he was already old enough and certainly big enough that he could handle himself. Leave it to Rayu to provide some level of comfort, and she certainly approved of step two.
"We could even make a ga-"
Her name echoed throughout the floor and after a quick "'Scuse me~" she bolted off to retrieve "KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIII!!!!!"
Liya War Horseman; Warrior The Tower Arcana (Group D) - 5"0 tall - Mother hen - Loves you all!
Dark got a friendly smile in spite of Rep's current uncertainty about what was going on. The Dusk was pretty strange at the best of times but it was usually a predictable sort of strange. He couldn't recall any mass memory loss or disorientation incidents any time recently.
"When do famine ever tell us ******** anything? They'd sooner cloak how much they don't know in riddles and feed it to their pets." he shook his head dismissively.
It was still heartening to see that most of the other war horsemen hadn't lost any more memories than he had, no one seemed too crippled, simply missing a chunk of time. That was manageable. "I've no been back to my room yet but that'll be my next stop after this, need to make sure everyone is awright. Just figured that if the guys are around they'll be here first. " He did however find Rayu's calm a bit contagious and some of the tenseness went out of his shoulders, if they didn't find them they'd go get them and that was reassuring. He felt so much better having the support of the other horsemen in this, when War clan got moving nothing could stop it.
Behind him a small slender figure in long dark silken robes lined with black feathers moved nearer, standing by his side. They flicked their bright red eyes across him in what seemed to be checking out his outfit and then subtly rolled them.
"Sir." they said in a quiet gentle voice. "I would rather you didn't wander off."
Rep looked over his shoulder. "Oh great you are here too Tracei! Have you seen Ace? What about Jian?" She shook her head. "Not yet, no. I could hear you from all the way across the hall though."
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A freckled, muscular War horseman strung with feathers, bones and wrapped in a tiger pelt Rep is an intimidating sight, covered from head to toe in scars and tattoos. He speaks with a strange accent and seems to have never heard of an indoor voice.
He is very often accompanied by a short petite Conquest horseman who dresses in an array of black feathers and in long elegant silks
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 9:46 am
[ REHAB CENTER ]
Waking up in literally the strangest room she'd ever inhabited hadn't been the worst part of this whole endeavor. For Camixi, her wings fluttering with anxiety behind her, the worst part was that she didn't know what she was supposed to do next. There was the vague feeling that she deferred to someone older and more authoritarian than she was, but who that someone was was a memory that eluded her still.
She had a feeling that same person was the one who caused that sense of mild guilt as she ignored the Dorothy survey completely. Not participating with the research portions of the Famine labs was tantamount to some kind of ultimate crime because there was nothing so sacred as information and the gathering of it. Or perhaps it was a bit more skewed towards personal research? A frown tugged at her young face as she prodded the table for another moment before again ignoring the questions.
Honestly she didn't care about Dorothy and assumed that Dorothy cared just as little about her.
Eventually she found a sage working the area willing to direct her in the vague direction of 'home' and it was towards the 31st floor that she went, feeling all the while like maybe she should have waited a few more minutes longer.
[ exit to FAMINE COMMON ]
Character's name: Camixi Character's clan: Famine Sage Character's journal link:[ x ] Character's Arcana: Justice BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Surprisingly young. 5'4" with big pale blue eyes, dusky skin, and delicate wings usually pressed against her back like a cloak. There are little glass beads all over her gauzy dress at the moment.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 9:47 am
[Rehab Centre]
Otto had questions, but they were questions he felt held little answers. Everyone else in the centre seemed as fuzzy headed about the events of the night before as he was. Rather than stew in his uncertainty and curious wonderings, he instead wanted to re-establish control and some semblance of a routine.
The dark clothed blond dragged himself from the gaggle of other horsemen and headed to his own clan's headquarters. A feeling of belonging and fellowship was just what the doctor ordered.
[Exiting]
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[Rehab Centre]
Kiki disliked all of this. She was surrounded by rabble, dressed in "human" clothes that didn't properly display her status. Whatever happened to the clans the night before was of zero concern to the long haired noblewoman. What mattered was that she get back to a place where she felt more at home; on a throne at least.
