|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 9:53 pm
[death solo part 1 || ThePinkMonsturr ; Bibiana Kingsley]
Pinkie screamed when the mirrors shattered, hitting the floor in a ball. The White Queen was scary, and she was getting tired of this nightmare. She wanted to wake up, wanted to go home! She didn't even notice the queen's vines caging her in, nor did she notice that she was growing smaller and fading.
She didn't even notice the growing sense of grief that was consuming her. This dream was going to be the end of her, and it didn't even matter. Not one little bit.
She sobbed into her knees until there was a sudden snap that brought her back to her senses.
That was when she became aware of just how close she'd come to giving up. She couldn't do that, not here! She had to get home!
But then there were all those puppets. It seemed like thousands! And one of them was coming for her. She stared up at it and shook her head. "No. No no no no no....no!" The puppet looked like her. The puppet was her.
She barely heard the words it was saying in her voice. And then her own weapon came at her. She screamed as her own replica killed her.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 10:13 pm
[death solo part 2 || TheReplicaMonsturr ; Bibiana Kingsley]
The pink replica stared with vague curiousity as her original fell from her own sword. When she was reasonably sure that she was dead, the replica pulled the weapon out and braced it on her shoulder as she turned to face the Queen.
Memories and emotions flooded her, completing her purpose. She was done, and she was okay with that. She had served her Queen faithfully, and now she would get her reward.
But then the fear gripped her and she panicked, breath coming fast and heavy as she watched herself fade away.
The end was coming, she was nearly completely see through now.
And then she was gone. It was over, her sacrifice complete.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2014 3:13 am
Maple_Syrup Death Solo - Acerium
Sap was curled up tight, taking blows. After Haunted Lights had struck her, she'd just stopped being able to cope in any sort of cheerful way. Forget about mirrors and defending herself, nothing made sense right now, and it continued to make less sense as she went along. She was tired of betrayal and dreams and she wanted to wake up.
She didn't want this, though, this fading away. This was exactly what she didn't want. Give her death, not this. Never this... fading. But she couldn't stop it. No matter how hard she held onto herself, she couldn't stop herself from fading away into bars.
She didn't want to fade away. She wanted to live, to have that graduation, that family, that happiness. That was all she wanted, all she ever wanted, all she ever could want. And it was being taken away from her. She was being consumed by greif, and she couldn't stop it...
Suddenly, a noise, and a hand on her shoulder. It was kind, familiar. She looked up. It was hers.
"Hey, its gonna be okay." said a replica of her. It smiled, and gave her a hug, "You're gonna wake up and everything will be okay." it pulled away. "So go ahead and smile..." and then the other her thrust its torch at her. She could feel it burn her, could feel herself begin to burn away. She was fading again, but this time it wasn't bad. She wasn't dissolving, she was leaving. She collapsed, letting the flames destroy her. "And remember you're free... K?" Sap closed her eyes and smiled as she died. Yes. She was free.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2014 3:21 am
Maple_Syrup Death Solo - Replica
=====
"And Remember your free, K?" said the replica, watching her original die. She smiled. Yep, she was free. That was her job and she was glad to do it.
It seemed her original was happy about a lot of things, and that made the Replica happy too. She liked being such a happy person, however briefly. She turned to face Grief.
"Hey, I'm going to be a part of you, but you know what? You can't make me sad." she said, her hands on her hips, "Because my original is gonna wake up and shes gonna kick tail. In, like, the nicest way ever. So, you know what lady?" she grinned a large, glowing, Cheshire grin. "We won." She launched herself at Grief, torch in hand, letting memories play against her mind, enjoying this person she had been but hadn't been. She knew attacking would do nothing, but she had enthusiasm enough and she wanted to share it with her fellow replicas and sacrifices.
"GO TEAM GO. GO GO TO EVERYBODY! WOOT WOOT! WE WON, EVERYBODY, WE WON!" she cheered, because she felt the others might well need it. They were, after all, about to cease being.
As she faded, mid leap, into something merely concious, she was happy. She was proud. She laughed in the face of sorrow, and then the last of her was gone.
She was nothing but an echo among echos.
And soon the replica was not even that.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2014 7:19 am
[ ROUND 2 REPLY TO Dr.Oberon: HP 0 / 40 HP ] -- [ DEAD ]As if stiffening wasn't bad enough, the mirror shattering almost backfired. He sensed that his flail had made contact, sensed that he probably hit another unlucky person hiding (or whatever it was they were doing on the other side of these damned mirrors) behind it, and he almost apologized. Almost. Until this particular someone seemed to hit back.
Kiin's pocketcard was blaringly loud in his ear -- his HP was low. Too low, probably, but he couldn't stop the guy from hitting him back. Couldn't even blame him, actually, and when the glass came back at him, when he felt the contact made from getting a blow back from whoever-it-was, he just...blinked.
His HP dwindled away and he fell back, eyes wide open as he tried and failed to focus on much of anything. Similar to how he'd first appeared in this game everything was kind of bleary, kind of hazy. Kind of monochrome. Cold.
Only this time it didn't get better. It slowly got worse. His body was heavy. Then he couldn't feel it anymore, and he knew his eyes were closing. It was almost sad that nothing and no one came to mind as his consciousness started to fade. That he couldn't think of anything. No one to miss. No one that'd miss him. No happy thought. No sad thoughts. Not even regrets. It was almost as if he didn't exist, like he hadn't had any impact on the world as a whole. On anyone, at all. Here he was, probably dying in some sad, inconsequential death, and e simply stared blankly ahead as he was going...
...going...
...going...
...gone. MY STATS My character's username: SlKiiNL3SS My character's level: 68 (75/100) Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Insane Mad Hatter Current party: -- Current Guild: Secrets Service - The Game Enders Location: ... Small IC description of character: 5'5", lean and dressed in monochrome grays, blacks and whites with a surprising accent of gold in his outfit. Eyes are dark red coal, skin a lighter olive shade, and his jet black hair somewhat blends into the nifty top hat. His deck of cards also match his outfit's general color scheme. Character journal: click
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2014 11:39 am
[ POST 1 -- SlKiiNL3SS / Kane O. ]
And then he was back. Kiin blinked and took a look at his surroundings, only barely managing to suppress a groan as he got back up. He'd forgotten it was a game for a while there, and for a second the hatter thought he was just starting over again. Sort of. Maybe.. not?
The Queen was still there in her ever grief-stricken glory, and he looked on, suddenly entranced by the looming figure. Not because he was fond or because he'd gone truly mad, but simply because what he felt when he saw her was...familiar. Not tingly and pleasant sort of familiar though.
"This is the end of your legacy."
The longer he stared at the Queen, the more he listened and the more he actually heard, Kiin felt himself suddenly plunged back into the darkest portions of his past. Of his memories. The ones he'd buried so far behind him he thought he'd never have to deal with any of it anymore.
"This is the rebirth of Grief. I will take your essence, your memories and make them mine. You will stay. I will stay."
He didn't even notice as the Queen's fading figure drew him in, how she'd started to cage him in...
The hatter's eyes snapped open then and he was awake. In the dream, anyway. He was wide awake and aware and suddenly he heard her speak and he couldn't quite wrap his mind around the emotion that was suddenly coming in waves. Was it grief? Was it sadness? Helplessness? Perhaps even regret?
"You will stay..."
The hatter's jaw tightened as he tried to fend her off, but he felt his own existence suddenly weakening. Dwindling. Smaller, and smaller, until...
Snap.
The loud sound of a cage suddenly opening, followed almost immediately by its shattering, jerked him back awake, and as soon as his body landed with a soft thud on the ground he crawled his way to relative safety. Dark, coal red eyes took in the surrounding as he caught his breath. Tried to reacquaint himself with the feeling of...well, being. Existing. Or, at the very least, not fading away. And as he did, he caught sight of a door.
"Door?" he mused aloud as he got himself to his feet. He watched with slightly narrowed eyes as the door soon opened to reveal...an army. Of...puppets. His brow was raised the instant he saw them start marching out, but before could make a comment or even really react he felt one take him by the shoulder. He blinked and turned to face whoever it was, flail at the ready.
"He" blinked back, dark coal red eyes a perfect match to his own. "He" spoke and Kiin only listened, though once again he couldn't quite...understand what the jack was going on. Still he made a motion to acknowledge that he'd at least heard what "he" was saying. When they finally stopped moving Kiin looked at his replica carefully, jaw clenching as it usually did when he was trying to think.
"Thank you," "he" said, "and goodbye."
For some reason he couldn't really...react. He saw it, though. Kiin caught sight of a flying spiked ball, watched it sink into him. Rip through him. Yet he felt no pain.
He only blinked.
And then everything and everyone was gone.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2014 12:10 pm
[ POST 2 -- SlKiiNL3SS Replica ]
Purpose.
It was something he'd realized as he watched his original fade away and go to some place safer. He had a purpose, his original? Not so much. Not yet. He knew there was a potential for something meaningful along the line, or perhaps it was just a bit of speculation at that point -- after all, he was just a replica -- but in his present state? He knew his original had none. Was still searching. Might still be searching long after he wakes up.
He wanted his life to have meaning in some way. From the memories and thoughts that had filled him, at the very least he knew that for most of his life he felt particularly...
He shook the thoughts away and faced the queen. Let her cage him as she did his original, and he too was soon battered by wave after wave of emotion he couldn't quite understand. Anger. Resentment. Curiosity. Jealousy, even. Regret, as well. He'd never really lived in the full sense of the word, and so he couldn't really die either. He just...was, and soon he wouldn't be.
"This is the end of your legacy."
Memories flooded him then, and slowly, bit by bit he lost sight of them. Memories of dark, coal red eyes flickering and fading away, consumed by the darkness. Memories of chains. Clinking. Of pain. The rush of freedom. Breathing his first breath outside a wretched cage...
One by one they were taken from him until there was simply nothing left of him. The prevailing thought, however, was that he was fulfilling his purpose. And that was something he thought he'd want his original to someday experience, though the thought was fleeting.
Very, very fleeting. In fact, it was gone before the last of him faded into nothingness.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2014 1:49 pm
BrotherOfWar/Yves - Post 1
No matter what happened, he would not look into one of those darn mirrors that had manifested themselves. BrotherOfWar told himself over and over as he kept his gaze on the ground, knowing that what he did was for the best as one after another of the player characters around him started falling as a result of the visions that were shown to them by the White Queen's mirrors.
He heard the sound of something shattering all around him and looked up, growling as he swung his long mallet at the vines that were coming at him from all sides while the White Queen began to fade. No. This was not allowed at all. There were still a great many things that he had yet to do. Things that he needed to tell Kasja the next time they met back in the real world.
Things simply couldn't be allowed to end like this.
Just as he thought that all his attempts to thwart the fate that was awaiting him would be for naught, he saw an opening in the cage and then a door. He blinked. That wasn't there awhile ago. He could only watch on as the door swung open to reveal an army of puppets that surged forward to seek out their respective originals, momentarily speechless as he stared at his copy who now stood before him.
Was this... him?
"I know everything." It began to speak, its voice quiet and obviously his own. "All your memories, everything you've gained in this dream. I am your container." So he was his vessel then? But for what purpose? His copy approached, the long mallet that it held in its hands freeing him from his bonds with just a few swings. "It is not your time. She's waiting for you. Go." He allowed himself a small smile then. His copy knew him well indeed. He did not resist or flinch when it lifted its mallet to swing at his torso.
He only hoped that he would wake up remembering his promise to find her.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2014 2:15 pm
BrotherOfWar/Yves - Post 2
It was done. He saw the display of emotions that was reflected in his original's gaze. Initially there was confusion and apprehension when he saw them. He knew not the reason for their existence nor why they had chosen to show themselves now. But that soon gave way to understanding and a tinge of relief when he informed him of his intent.
He was an interesting one really. He obviously had grown rather fond of a certain Death mare. It was plain as day for one that was made strong by his original's memories and experiences in the dream world. He just hadn't come to realise it yet. Such a silly and oblivious fool his original was.
Gripping tightly onto his long mallet, he swung it at the vines that the White Queen sent towards him, determined to resist till the very last. With each swing, he saw images from his original's memories. Home - a place where he belonged. A family that he hadn't heard from since his return and could only assume to be missing given the destruction of the islands that belonged to the Four Clans. Renewed faith and hope that not all was lost when he crossed paths with a certain White Caterpillar ghoul in this world who was subsequently confirmed to be none other than Kasja.
He smiled to himself as the feelings evoked by the various memories coursed through him and warmed his very core. Though he would never have a chance to experience any of this in person, he was thankful for the memories at least as he drew his last breath. He had completed his duty and was content to know that his sacrifice would not be for naught.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2014 10:00 pm
[Part 1 - JK - Johan]
It seemed he had survived the plague or mirrors only to fall to this next trick. Johan grimaced as he felt the effects of the Grief Queen's cage, the sensation of parts of him being pulled so strong, that he looked for something hold onto. The bars of the cage offered little relief. Thorns pierced his hands, and white flowers turned their faces to him, like plants responding to the sun. He struggled to think clearly, to try and find some way to escape, but sadness consumed him.
Grief held him gently. Would he even recognize the moment when the last bit of himself was washed away?
And then, quite suddenly, it was gone. Johan dropped to the ground, rigid with shock as he returned to self-awareness. For a moment, he could only breathe, frozen at how close he'd been to that precipice. He missed the flood of newcomers, numb to the brief sounds of violence that burst around him until a voice broke through to him. A most unexpected voice.
"Johan, you must get up. I'd like to talk to you eye to eye, and I'm not about to disgrace us both by lying down there with you."
That was...
Johan looked up... at himself.
He scrambled to his feet, dignity be damned.
"Not again! You-" he started.
"I know everything." His doppelganger stated, cutting him short. "All your memories, everything you've gained in this dream. I am your container."
"Everything? My con- what?"
"A sacrifice, if you will. For her. Personally, I prefer to be called JK, since 'Johan' is taken already. If you were to die here, you would die for good."
Both JK and Johan looked at the quiescent White Queen. Johan began to understand and looked back toward his double in horror.
"I, on the other hand, am made to be expendable." JK continued. "I was made to be, so you don't need to be giving me that look. I have our memories, so, in a way, I've lived. Thank you, Johan."
JK summoned the monstrous Cheshire Cat claws, and held them up.
"And goodbye."
With one savage punch, JK drove the claws through Johan's midsection.
Johan knew a second of pure surprise. Then his head slumped forward, and his body was simply an empty puppet.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2014 10:13 pm
[Part 2 - JK- Johan]
JK let claw and puppet drop to the ground. He had no need of a weapon now. He turned toward the White Queen and waited for the end, arms crossed and brow furrowed in thought.
He remembered everything. Nothing in those memories suggested that JK was a construct, something programmed to sacrifice itself for a greater cause. The programming itself seemed the alien thing, yet it could not be disobeyed. And truth be told, JK wasn't sure he would have wanted to. Johan had returned to the troubles of the waking world, while JK would know some form of satisfaction. His purpose would soon be complete. He was going to succeed in this mission. Johan had been given something here to help push him in the right direction. Well, JK hoped it was the right direction.
It seemed silly to be thinking on this, but a part of JK had lived through these memories, and yearned to still do so.
But it was far too late.
The White Queen awoke, and JK found himself crushed under the weight of her presence. The memories, the precious memories were being taken from him. He could only mourn their going for as long as existence was left to him. Until there was nothing left to mourn.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 7:25 pm
[Ash/Azmodel - Post 1]Ash was quite stumped when the army appeared, and even more as she realised those "soldiers" of the white queen were so familiar. The ghoul is about to ask around if anyone knows what is happening but she feels something grab her hand. And here, standing so close to her is ... herself. How is that possible? The replica speaks at her and then thanks her. Before the Cheshire can ask her why she does, the other takes a step back and runs her through with her claws. Ash doesn't feel pain, only an immense confusion as her body crumbles to the ground and she disappears. Quote:  My character's username: Ash My character's level: 28 +25XP Character's HP: 40/40 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Small IC description of character: White-haired and black-winged ghoul Character journal: Ash's log
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 12:37 am
[ Post 2 / Replica ] OOC 
My character's username: Shyduck
My character's level: 29
Character's HP: 40
Current Guild: [Vicious Streak]
Location:
Character journal: x
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 2:11 am
Post 1 : America Jones
America's final vision shattered and the battle raged on around her, possible futures and entirely new worlds being drawn up and smashed one by one until they were all destroyed. The change was barely noticed by the girl, frozen by what she'd seen and experienced. It hadn't even been a year since she'd left, and she was still angry at him. She still held a lifetime of resentment and it would be years before she'd forgive him enough to want to be absolved in turn. She hadn't been ready to suddenly be that woman. She hadn't been ready to be at the point of last chance. To hear the sound of the heart monitor begin to falter as she was pulled away, sobbing, from what would be her father's death bed.
Maybe one day she would be that woman. And that woman would be able to recover with time, having finally made that peace. But for now she was a girl and the wounds were still fresh, the rage still hidden under a calm surface of distance. And she was not ready.
The cage sprung up around her, and finally America snapped out of the overwhelmed daze that had held her. The concept of staying was one close to her heart, it must be said. Nobody stayed, ever. Not in the end. And if it had not been for the cage, for the sudden claim of what was hers, ******** you very much and have a nice day, the girl might have had a moment of longing. An odd sort of temptation. As it is, America is left with an indignant anger, because how dare she? But then that too gets taken and taken over by sadness. Grief.
The vibrancy that had marked America's existence dwindles and fades, flickering on the brink of nothing until suddenly the cage is broken, and everything that was America Theodorina Aldrina Georgia Jones and most recently Phoenix, snapped back together in bright awareness. Everything that had overwhelmed her flooded back until she was full of memories and emotions and possibilities, those belonging to herself and others. It felt like she was about break with them.
"Burn up," her thought was corrected, by another America, this one easy and confident as she stood tall in front of the shocked girl. "I know everything, because when do I ******** not? Anyway, I've got this. Not only do I have all your awesome? But I'm built for holding this s**t, and it's time for the professionals to do their thing."
A weapon appears in her hand, a perfect replica of the phoenix crossbow, "And honey, don't ever ******** forget this, okay? We don't break." The fiery bolt flies true, smashing through rib and piercing America's heart. Painless flames quickly consume her, the replica's final words ringing clearly in her ears.
"We burn."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 2:13 am
Post 2 : America Jones [ Replica ]
The original is ashes and then nothing in a matter of moments, and the replica watches with a wry grin before turning to face the Queen, "And then we rise again. Better. Always and forever we're gonna get better." Everything fills in more fully, and what the original couldn't handle, she could. She was made for this s**t, and as the full picture of America was displayed, from every angle and emotion and time and possibility, her confidence grew. She could hold it all and then more, because this was her purpose and god forbid she was anything less than amazing at it.
The cage springs up and the door disappears, but she is a being who can save others. She can protect that which is important to her. Even as she begins to dim and dwindle, the replica feels a satisfaction that the original has only begun to seek out. She was complete. She was perfect, and then something more, and then nothing at all.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
