She couldn't help herself. The ears were just so cute! Just like a fuzzy bunny's . . . or a cuddly little kitten. She couldn't decide.
"You are just so adorable!!
The creature paused and just stared. Which was fine, because he/she was much cuter when not blathering on about reapers and saving humans and whatever else he/she was going on about.
Violet suddenly paused.
"Wait . . . humans . . . that means there must be others around here somewhere!" She glanced around, making sure she wasn't forgetting anything (other than the obvious stuff like how she got here and why she was talking with a cuddly bunny/cat thing) and picked up a shiny silver flute laying on the ground.
"Right, let's go and find my soon-to-be new friends!"
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 4:04 pm
Elspeth moved from the group, looking around the area. Well, not so much look around as the fan she held had more interest to her than anything else at the moment. She looked under the folds of her jacket to see that there were no jackets, and yet she could not figure out where the fan had came from. Now that she held it, it was more of the size of page from the book than a pencil that she had originally envisioned. The two pieces that held the vellum like material was a darker color, and the material was the same shade as the book's pages. She waved it about and felt nothing special about them. Prior, one of the girls used a fan and it created a large gust.
Curiously, she did the same. Stepping in her tracks, she held it in both hands, taking a deep breath, and fanned downward in hopes of something.
Nothing.
Not a large gust or anything, maybe a small air current if there was someone standing in front of her. She frowned as she looked at the item in her hand and then to the group not too far behind her.
Slowly she was certainly feeling useless, like Zelda had said. Only as useless as one thought of themselves as...
Name: Elspeth (Elly) Phelfeur Age: 15 Color: Red (Brave) Class: Mage (Fire) Weapon: Ornate fans that appear like knives when closed (not sharp). Short: A 5'2" girl who becomes totally helpless without her glasses.
Lying on her back with arms sprawled out beside her, Leanne could hear a voice asking questions.
How are you feeling?
She imagined replying but her mouth didn’t move. The voice unfamiliar, but oddly comforting. She felt as though she were in no danger whatsoever. The voice asked questions anyways regardless of her ability or want to answer it. It continued to tell a rather unfamiliar story. Well, everything was a blur right about now, even her vision.
As a Reaper, skilled in using Fear in weapons, I'm sure you using this weapon is natural to you!
There was a light clang, the sound of metal, could be heard near Leanne’s head. Soft satin brushed past her fingers before cold metal came into contact with her skin. Her fingers tightened around the rod and with a slow motion, she raised the rod over her face to examine it. ’I guess this is what the weapon is…’ She turned the rod, satin bow swishing over body and cat head shaped ends swiveling.
A face appeared as cat like as the ends of her baton, causing her to have a mini-heart attack. Faces shouldn’t be this close and this one was indeed, too close. It gifted to her a small crystal-like egg surrounded by a brilliant gold. It shone blue and bright and was called important by the creature. As much as Leanne didn't feel comfortable trusting the stranger, something swept over her and she allowed herself to leave her guard down.
Honestly I would have asked the others, but unfortunately you are the only ones that remain. The Humans are counting on you to save them! Good luck!
With those last words, the mysterious critter left her to fend off for herself. ’Just who was that? and WHAT IN THE WORLD AM I WEARING?!’
Leanne tugged at the clothes clad on her body. Her clothes had turned into a cute little ensemble in mostly shades of blue. There was a ribbon sitting happily in one of her braids while the other bare, like a cherry on top of a scoop of ice cream. Even her shoes were neatly polished and shiny! Who could complain? True, she was lost in a place she had never seen before, but she got a set of adorable clothes and perhaps will get a few kicks out of this experience too.
Now, she was sitting upright, looking around to see if there were any others who the mysterious critter described: the only ones remaining. Plural. That means there should have been others just like her, right? There was no use sitting around and waiting for someone to come by. Leanne picked herself up and dusted off her butt. It was slightly sore from sitting on the uneven surface of the ground. She hoped the bottom of her pants hadn't been worn through by the rough surface of the ground.
She cleared her throat politely and in her loudest outdoor voice, called out "IS ANYONE OUT THERE?" She put a hand up to her ear, waiting for a reply.
Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 4:09 pm
Tamara released Orina, but not before giving her shoulder one good squeeze. The other girl would be fine. Seems she just needed a good hug.
Now that she had a new friend she glanced around at all the people around her and smiled, trying to be friendly. She was bothered as everyone else by the fact that they were the only ones left... and no one seemed to have any idea what was going on from what she could tell. But now that she had a friend and was in a group maybe she pretty much attached herself to the group not wanting to be alone.
"Working together sounds great Maria." she smiled, not really caring that she wasn't directly being addressed.
She also liked Maggie's personality even if she didn't know the girl's name yet.
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"Hestia, huh?" Milo said, eyeing the other girls that were forming a loose semicircle around them. Like a little group. Clique. Whatever. It was what girls did!
Guessing that they were going to go around the ring and do introductions, Milo excitedly raised her hand. She waved it frantically in the air for a moment -- and then -- realizing that she was being stupid, she quickly yanked her hand behind her skirt.
"Uhm, yeah, anyway..." she muttered, "My name's Milo! See, you've got a "Me" and then a "low." Not hard to say at all. Got it? Meeelow. Meeeeelooow."
She hated it when people pronounced it 'Mye-loh,' like a boy's name. She was definitely not a boy.
"So you're Zelda? Lesse," Milo raised her hand, ticking off on her fingers. "Hestia. Zelda. I have no idea who you are. Or you. Or you. Or you?"
She glanced at each of the girls in their little circle, blinking innocently.
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"Hi Connie.. Tatiana.. Lyra.. Oh wow there's so many.." The second half of that was mumbled again but every time a new girl crowded around with another cute outfit and another flashy weapon she just became more thrilled. She wasn't sure about being gung-ho about fighting, but this part was definitely fun!
"Not agreed? Huu.." Jocelyn made a lilting, soft, confused noise and once more clutched her wand close. It hadn't dawned on her that any of them would have not agreed. In fact she hadn't questioned much of it at all. Perhaps it was a natural naivete or her young age but all she could do was blink her blue eyes innocently at the girls who discussed it. "But why would.. he lie to us all?"
She'd heard the other girls talking about the animal, creature, whatever who they all had seen. She didn't remember what he really looked like but she remembered what he said about FEAR and power and their special gems they all held.
Not wanting to sound foolish suddenly, Joce rocked in her shoes and looked at her toes. "I mean.. I feel like I know how to use my wand. So I must know how to battle.. so I probably did agree... Right?" She was pink in the cheeks now and blinked at them all childishly.
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Name:Jocelyn Age: 12 - and short Gem: Pink Race: Reaper - Mage (Dark) Weapon:Wand
Ridley got a bright smile in return. It was good to see some friendly faces!
Suddenly a ghoul quite close to her woke up. Similar to the way Magenta had reacted, the ghoul gave a loud shout, even though Magenta was right next to her! "I'm here! Hello! Though... could you maybe not shout right in my ear? I mean ... if that's okay with you!" Hopefully Leanne wouldn't mind her forwardness.
Ghouls were popping up all over the place- Magenta vaguely wondered if there were any boil saviors. Maybe boils were too icky for this kind of work. Yes that must have been it. Either way, Magenta trust that Mr. Fuzzy knew what he was doing- after all, she didn't have any other reference. Besides, if it was true that they'd signed up here to save humans, how bad could any of these ghouls be? Maybe only ghouls had been kind enough to step up to the plate. There was no need to make silly assumptions that got her nowhere. Best to just put her good foot forward and make friends with everyone!
Another ghoul was lingering close by, with a rather disheartened look on her face. All Magenta could think was about how pretty Lissa looked, even if she had no memory of the ghoul! "Ah, your hair is so pretty!" Magenta announced. "I wish I had hair like yours!"
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 4:27 pm
Aria looked around at the group of girls silently staring at each other and sighed. She hated going first, but someone had to say something or nothing would get done. "Well, I suppose if no one else feels like sharing, I'll start up this little meet and greet", Aria stated into the silence, digging out the two items she had stowed away in her pocket. "I'm Aria. My gem's violet, my weapon is a fan of sorts." She held out her gem and folding fan in each hand as she mentioned them before continuing. "Not sure about anyone else, but all I know is that we're here and we're supposed to fight something. What? Who knows besides maybe the flea-bitten creature we all met." Aria had to bring herself back when she started getting angry again from thinking about the little beast.
"As for attitudes... I'm guessing we're all a bit whacked out from this situation, so for me at least try not to take offense as it's probably the nerves talking", she finished with what she hoped was a friendly smile. Only then, she noticed one girl had gone a little ways away from the group, a blond haired girl with glasses that was playing with her fan. Walking over while keeping an ear out for other introductions, she saw the girl was trying to figure out its use. Maybe Aria could provide some useful advice?
"That fan...", she pointed to the girl's weapon, "maybe it doesn't work the same way as mine. Maybe it has to come into contact with a target to do something? Or it may be more for defense." "In any case, we should get back to the group before we miss out on introductions", Aria chucked a thumb behind her towards where the rest of the group was standing.
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God, there's a lot of people here... long story short, if anyone quotes me I'll reply.
Maria looked over at the blond with pink eyes and smiled. "Glad you agree. The last thing we need is all us girls fighting." She placed her hands behind her back and continued to smile. "If we all work together I'm sure we can get out of this with out any problems." She then frowned. She had no idea what her name was! How rude of her! "I'm so sorry. How rude of me. You know my name but I didn't ask yours. I apologize." She placed a hand to her chest. "If don't mind me asking, What's your name?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 4:31 pm
Haha, this kid was great, posing like that trying to be all intimidating. "Ha, yeah kid. You keep telling yourself that. I'm like, a hundred years old and s**t Missy Prissy Essy. It's my business-" she poked the other girl's chest with her crossbow, "-'cuz I'm making it my business! You gotta problem with that? Got somethin' you tryin to hide? Maybe we otta string you up and see how you squeal."
Not really, that was more counter productive. "But since I'm nice I an't gonna do that to ya. 'Cuz I'm nice." Viridian poked the girl a second time with her weapon for emphasis. Super nice. "I'm Viridian." Unspoken I'm better than you. Staring at Esme, a nod followed by crossing arms.
"Eh!?" Lissa's eyes widened to a pair of girls nearby, her foot stepping back behind her other leg in a show of shyness. "Pretty?" The girl twirled a lock or two between her fingers, a bashful smile curled on her lips.
One of the others had also seemed to be lost. Most of them likely were, right?
"Ah, but.. your hair seems very.. managable and thin..." She meeped quitly, a flush of her cheeks reddening her complexion. Her blue eyes glanced at the second girl, one with shorter hair. "Ah~ Your bow! Its... very cute..."
She adored it so.
"M-my name is Lissa. Its a pleasure to meet you both." Her smile brightened slightly, his gaze dropping once again to her shoes.
Wait, what.. what oh. One minute her hand was where she had meant it to be in Maria's whilst learning the other girl's sweet name the next it was being shaken by someone else. And vigorously. With an excited person attached to it. Ridley's eyes shot open and she couldn't help but giggle. "Hi!" she greeted with enthusiasm, even as just like that the girl was gone and making more round.
Interesting.
She turned her attentions back to the small collective of girls nearby as they voiced their sentiments about Maria's suggestion. "I'm totally up for working together, in whatever this is." The orange haired girl nodded, probably a little too excited but that was also probably because of Poppy. Maybe. Haze was still shifting away, and she could feel a renewed energy start to blossom.
"Any idea what you can do?" Her head tilted slightly, lifting up her book a little even as Maria still went with introductions, "That creature mentioned fear and weapons and stuff and you have a staff," she gestured to her new found friend, "you have those disk things," to Orina, "and well, seems like everyone has something and they're all probably pretty awesome..." Obviously, as some of them were pretty hefty looking weapons and things. Everyone also seemed to be very brightly colored - not that she minded in the least.
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'Unngg... this has to be some kind of dream, yes? Or possibly a nightmare, depending...' Narcissa groaned while sitting up, eyeing the curious looking white creature as it rambled on about things. As it talked she pulled herself up and dusted off her skirt, wondering where exactly they were. Or what was going on here, though at the mention of a battle possibly being waged, that was enough to cause a good bit of concern. She couldn't remember anything, aside from her name, so to suddenly be told that there was going to be a fight and people were depending on her certainly was a bombshell.
"Yeah, ok... not like I need any time to let THAT sink in. Or any explanation as to how I got here like... this." Narcissa grumbled to herself while checking out the rest of her outfit. Surprisingly it was more comfortable than it looked, so that was a plus. At least it wouldn't hinder her if it came down to needing to fight... well whatever it was she was supposed to be fighting. Though as she took a look around, it became apparent that it wasn't just her in this situation.
Scooping up the gold and violet colored object that was next to her, Narcissa wandered over towards some of the others, hoping that they might know a little more than she did. Which considering that was nothing... it could only go up from here.
Tatiana received a bright smile and a grin, Hestia patting the top of her head as though she were some sort of adorable creature (maybe she was), while Jocelyn got an abrupt hug, Hestia wrapping her arms around the other's waist and squeezing affectionately.
"See, look, we're all friends here," she said brightly, all smiles as she let go of Jocelyn as though hugging a complete stranger was not totally awkward whatsoever.
Alvar had moved her arm, and Hestia took the opportunity to climb up on top of the other girl's back, hanging off of her tall frame with ease and propping her chin up thoughtfully.
"So," she said, in a very matter-of-fact tone. "We're all stuck here with who-knows-what - some sort of creepy white cat thing. And we're all...sparkly...and we have weapons..."
She slid down from Alvar's shoulders and bounced around, throwing her arms around the shoulders of two other girls, dragging them forward into their little circle, giving Milo's hip a playful bump with her own, along with a friendly wink.
"PS your name is awesome."
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Her shoulders tensed as she listened to the chatter, the girls all grouping up and talking. The distrust she felt grew; why was everyone making friends all at once? Was it the whole "no memory, bond together" thing? Were they all going to come after her? Aria tensed again and pressed her hands to her ears, trying to block out the sound.
She was a tough girl, wasn't she? Wasn't she? She twitched, eyes wide with a fear she didn't know she had. Aria trembled, paralyzed by something she couldn't remember. No this wasn't good. How could she be affected by a fear of something she didn't even known! She willed her arms to drop to her sides, her eyes to stop being so wide.
Still she trembled.
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Appearance Name: Aria Age: 14 Color: Blue Class: Mage (Lightning) Weapon: Scythe A young girl with social anxiety and tends to be distrusting of others.
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