Tessa was strangely calm as she looked around the room, and then walked up carefully to one of the Famine horsemen, listening to them speak before she asked why she was there.
It was an odd thing that he'd stated back; if it was any consolation... she woke up much later than some others? She stored that thought to the back of her mind, blinking as she noticed that there was nothing really left to give her answers.
Moving past the horseman, she entered the
[ LOBBY ]
and ran her fingers along the furniture, feeling the difference of fabrics used as well as the type of wood, and other various details that set them apart from one another, despite some of them looking the same.
After all, most all of the decorations matched.
The furniture wasn't much to look at, if she had to be honest, but when she stopped staring at the furniture, she saw all of the people, hustling and bustling about.
This was where all of the commotion was.
Perhaps she'd find someone here to talk to, and gain a little more insight.
CHARACTER: Tessa CLAN: Famine META JOURNAL ARCANA: Star BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: ---
Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2017 1:43 am
[ REHAB CENTER ]
Vania scowled the entire way through the explanation, pretty much blowing off the guy with a wave of her hand, and stalked out of the room to the
[ LOBBY]
where she sat down and scowled from the useless but massive furniture.
There was no real reason to keep talking to the guy -- it wasn't like he listened in the first place, not with the way he kept asking questions and then not listening for her answer.
What was the point of asking a question, then, in the first place?
It made no sense to her.
Maybe someone worth talking to would get her attention, but as for the famine horsemen...?
She felt like they were delaying something, or just didn't seem to know all the answers themselves.
That much was frustrating... and the longer she sat there, the more uneasy she felt about the whole situation.
One of those.
Vania knew... she was one of those.
CHARACTER: Vania CLAN: War META JOURNAL ARCANA: Chariot BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Blunt, spontaneous, and full of energy. Sometimes calm, but not often.
Cain woke up with a splitting headache, but that was normal, he was always in a mood. For a moment, or several, nothing was done by the death guardian. He simply lay staring up and motionless, then slowly his head turned to give eyes a moment to gaze around the room. Where was this, why was he in here and more importantly...where was Fenette? Did she overdo one of the rituals again, had he failed to protect her? Was she alright? Irritation flooded features as none of these questions could be answered.
Getting up from the bed, Cain let out a low rough huff then reached for his phone. For the moment it was simply glanced at then placed away for safe keeping. The table it had been plucked from previously was now being inspected more carefully, a sheet of paper holding gaze long enough to read then be dismissed. He didn't have time for a survey, that was nonsense. But perhaps not, the last question was thought over as he pushed up from the bed to get feet on the flooring. "Memory rehabilitation process?.." Cain spoke out softly, mostly to himself as a few fingers dusted across head to check for knots or wounds. Nothing seemed off..
Another moment to stare around the room, nothing catching eye, and he was off. Taking for the door and wearing a look that dared anyone to tell him leaving wasn't happening. Of course when another presence was discovered it was Cain who called out to the Famine Sage, "You..." Sharp eyes narrowed in on the labcoat wearing other as he approached.
The other horseman stopped, gave Cain a dismissive look then casually asked after looking back to the chart in hand, "“And you are?”
Cain huffed, pinched the bridge of his nose as if trying to recall his own name and then after a moment replied, "...Cain.."
“That’s great,” he didn't even bother to write down the name after asking, which annoyed Cain to no end. The chart was motioned and Cain was dismissed on a , “we’ll if you know you’re name then you’re already better off. Exit’s that way.” Cain opened his mouth then shut it on a hard snap, there was no use, this idiot probably didn't remember yesterday either. On a roll of eyes he took to the elevator, it was then that his phone pinged with a message.
Fenette.
The name was scrawled across the phone to signal who had messaged. Instantly it was opened and read over. The elevator stopped at the lobby and Cain exited, looking over the current occupants before smiling in relief. There she was, waiting, good that made things easier..somehow. A simple one word message was sent before he started towards her.
Message to Fenette
Here..
"We should go..." Cain offered when he was finally back at her side, still tense and unsure of what exactly was going on. But if she wanted to stay he wouldn't be separated again. It felt unnatural for just the- for however long it had already been...and this was something the stallion wouldn't repeat.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2017 2:35 am
[ Lobby ]
The Priestess had kept her phone on her lap, fearing that she would miss a message or call when her Guardian was able to text or call her back. Waiting like this, without knowing if Cain was alright, was an agony to Fenette. She couldn't help fearing that the worst had happened to the Guardian, which was what was keeping him from responding to the text message that she had sent. Maybe she should go check each of the rooms then instead of waiting here for Death knows how long.
As if it had read her thought and intent, her phone rang. A message from Cain which immediately put an end to most of her earlier worries of said horseman possibly being incapacitated and in critical condition though it puzzled her to no end just what exactly he meant by 'here'. She didn't have to wait for long to figure that out when she realized who it was that was suddenly standing right in front of her.
"Cain..." She stood up immediately, drawing the stallion into a hug before pulling back slightly to look him over with a smile of immense relief. "Are you alright? Were you up there in one of the rooms too?"
He was alright. Thank Death for that. She wouldn't know what she would do if he wasn't here to help her figure out all of this.
"Ok..." Taking hold of one of his hands, she nodded at his suggestion to leave the hospital. It wasn't like the Famine Sages could do anything more for them to help recover their memories of the previous day's events leading up to their blacking out. "Where do you want to go?"
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Character's name: Fenette Character's clan: Death Priestess Character's journal link:Here Character's arcana Hanged Man BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERDress Side View, Dress Front View, Cloak
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2017 3:17 am
[Exiting ]
His Priestess was given a very familiar sullen pout before it slowly faded away. She shouldn't be worrying about him, that was his job. But there it was again, every bit the worry that made him feel every bit a failure at times. Mostly because the concern was wanted..did that make him being a guardian a poor choice? Cain pushed several thoughts aside for later, now, now he embraced the priestess without regard and stole a calming inhale of the fragrance that was uniquely her.
"Yes.." Finally an answer came though it didn't offer specifics as to which of her questions it answered. All though answered with the one word satisfactory in his mind. By the hand Cain started to lead them towards the exit, "anywhere you'd like.." Anywhere but here. For the moment the actual destination wasn't of concern, it was simply getting away that was.
Cain now given the ok didn't stop until they were far from where they had been.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2017 3:21 am
[Rehab Center]
Rep was the sort of parent who played favourites, and it was pretty apparent from the outset that his favourite child was Massacre, or Mask as he got called because of his penchant for wearing a variety of fancy masks. He found the kid's tendency to quietly observe things reminiscent of Jian and his occasional tantrums reminiscent of himself. He kept Mask in his arms affectionately, always quite happy to have the boy sit on his his shoulder or on one of his strong wings.
He gave Maze a very fond little bump and a hug with his wing also. He cared deeply for all of his kids, in the way a mother tiger would, and would protect each and every one of them with a similar ferocity. He'd gotten in several arguments over the years with people who either wanted to scold or in some other way deal with his foals. He wasn't having any of it.
"They seem all right to me." he said. "Aren't you?" he said to Mask. "Probably just a bit shook up. We should get out of here before any other weird s**t happens."
Harrison and Jian got big grins. "Maaaybe we can go somewhere nice? The canopy is really lovely in places this time of year. The kids can practice their climbing and we can just hang out."
Tracei gave Bones a long suffering look. "Your stupid flies will be fine, they are almost impossible to kill at the best of times." she grudgingly said.
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Character's name: Rep Character's clan: War Chieftain Character's journal link:[x] Character's arcana Wheel of Fortune 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
Well the excitement of the days seemed to be over. Everyone was too busy reuniting with their families or some such to pay attention to him. And when they weren't they were only interested in the memory lost, which was currently unsolvable and boring. It was time for him to head out.
[exit]
Rayu- journal Clan: War - Warrior 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) His alt form is a big black Panther and his humanoid mode sometimes matches.
Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2017 4:04 am
Frustrated with how little interaction she was seeing, Vania shook her head and stood up, walking away from the scatter of people that was suddenly crowding the area.
She wasn't entirely sure she wanted to stay for information anymore, so she moved through the doors to try to find someone else who might feel like she did.
Vania was bored. She wanted something adventurous -- something exciting.
And exciting wasn't here -- it was out there.
And the more she walked and explored things... the better chance there would be of finding that one thing she was looking for -- the thing that didn't have a name, but something she needed.
That was right, wasn't it...?
[ EXIT ]
CHARACTER: Vania CLAN: War META JOURNAL ARCANA: Chariot BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Blunt, spontaneous, and full of energy. Sometimes calm, but not often.
It didn't bother Fenette one bit at all that she was being affectionate with her Guardian in plain sight of whoever also happened to be at the hospital lobby at that point in time. She was happy to be reunited with Cain and she wasn't ashamed to be linked in any way to him.
The pout that the Guardian gave didn't go unnoticed though the Priestess made no mention of it for now, having decided that there would be a time and place to pursue the cause of it later. It was hard to tell what a stallion of few words like Cain had in his mind at times really but the Guardian always went along with whatever his Priestess wanted, so Fenette always used that to get to the bottom of things like this for which the cause of it wasn't apparent from her point of view at the time of their occurrences.
Taking a step back to Cain's side, Fenette gave the stallion's calloused hand a small squeeze as she trailed after him towards the exit. "Let's go to your place then." The Famine Sage she had run into did insist that they took things easy for a bit to aid the memory rehabilitation process so she figured that they might as well spend the rest of the day at Cain's place with a book or two. Obviously the both of them didn't have anything to tend to for the rest of the day.
At least not as far as she could remember.
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Character's name: Fenette Character's clan: Death Priestess Character's journal link:Here Character's arcana Hanged Man BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERDress Side View, Dress Front View, Cloak
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Hehehehehe xD
Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2017 5:21 am
[REHAB CENTER] -> [EXIT]
Noh struggled groggily to his feet. His head hurt and his thoughts were fuzzy. What in the world happened? Was booze involved somehow?
And then there was this Doro--tea?
The sheer brilliant whiteness of the room hurt his eyes. In its sterility the room made everything around him feel glaringly bright and obtrusive. Noh got uncertainly to his feet. Around him were several other Horsemen. Some were already up and leaving, some still appeared unconscious while others seemed to have an inkling of what was going on. At least, they were wearing the official lab-coats and striding around with more purpose than others.
It was one of these Horsemen that Noh intercepted for answers. The lab-coat wearing personnel gave Noh an impatient glance and asked him his name and upon receiving it, nodded and simply waved Noh to the exit. Mumbling something about memory rehabilitation and something about inconsistencies. Noh was never one to understand these garbled jargons and with a pounding headache, he made no new attempt to do so now.
Leaving the peevish personnel and en route to heading for the exit, Noh noticed a table with several sheafs of paper on it. Upon further inspection, the paper contained several general survey questions about this...Dorothea program. Noh stood undecided. Should he? Shouldn’t he?
Did he have any pressing matters to attend to?
Noh figured that he did not. Picking a nearby pencil and chewing on its eraser contemplatively (the chewing was the best part), Noh tackled the questions.
1. Dorothy performed okay. She’s interactive and provides lots of information. Too much at times. But I understand that it is an emergency? 2. Not unless they have amnesia too (I hope not). 3. I would rate it a five. Too much information to get it all in a go.
Having thus completed the survey, Noh returned the questionnaire and left the center. There were important matters that he’d have to take care of first.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2017 5:32 am
Any dryness or sarcasm that Xiao seemed to put out was either ignored or simply not understood by the noblewoman. Kiki looked to stand taller, prouder, her mouth opening to declare her lineage to this lowborn fool, when the two of them were suddenly accosted by another peon from a different clan.
Kiki's mouth remained frozen, gaped and prepared for talking. She shut it suddenly, her large gaze narrowing at the large blonde idiot before her.
"Such nerve. To interrupt a lady before she has a chance to utter a word!" She huffed, her pale cheeks flushing in irritation. "A brute if I have ever met one before. But of course what else am I to expect? You are clearly a barbarian of War, after all."
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Character's name: Kiki Character's clan: Conquest Character's journal link:Here! Character's arcana High Priestess BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Small framed and short, this pink haired, green eyed abomination wears her noble title with arrogant pride.
Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2017 7:20 am
[ REHAB CENTER ]
The little outburst by the horsewomen seemed to amuse Darkjay more then anger him, his smirk growing sinister as he also stood tall and proud, wings opening slightly in a show of intimation, clawed hands twitching.
"Indeed I am" He sneered down at Xiao, revealing a full set of teeth. "Though I find being a barbarian as you put it a lot more practical then some silly conquest female in a set of rags. I bet you wouldn't even know how to fight"
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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.
Sen Shi's frown grew more and more the longer things went on. A white room she didn't like -it was too cold in design for her tastes, and a fuzzy memory that left her feeling more confused than she'd like to admit added up to one disgruntled Sen Shi. She paused. It wasn't even that the memories were fuzzy... It was... What had that girl said? Rehabilitation would recover the memories. Right, ok. She just had to complete rehabilitation.
Taking a deep, calming breath, Sen Shi took a moment to look around. Ah. A table, with a note! You could bet she was going to take a few moments to fill out that questionnaire about Dorothy.
Dorothy Survey
gaia_starHow was Dorothy’s performance? It was passable. She was polite but persistent, as a proper helper and guide should be.
gaia_starWould you recommend her to anyone else? I suppose, if they were in the same situation.
gaia_starOn a scale of 1 - 10, 1 being the least, how well would you say your memory rehabilitation process is going? 4. Things are still quite muddled. I can't recall any of my recent memories, and things before that seem hazy. I think it's slowly returning, but faster would be better.
Having filled out the survey, Sen Shi turned to the next task. Getting out of this place. It didn't take her too long to find someone that might know what was going on. "What has happened?" she asked the sage, fully ignoring his question to her. The frown on her face deepened with his explanation. That answered her question but left so many more. When she tried to continue with her query, he waved her off, seemingly very busy.
"Well," she said in a huff. "I guess I'll just have to figure things out for myself."
The first step would be...actually getting out of this place. Sen Shi used the only noticeable exit - the elevator. For several long moments she stood in it, wondering just what floor she needed to head to. The lobby maybe? Perhaps. Maybe she should take a moment and contact someone she knew. oh. What was this? A key to a room... Ah, she remembered now. Her room. On the Conquest floors. Yes. That would do nicely.
[ EXIT ]
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Character's name: Sen Shi Character's clan: Conquest Character's journal link:Here Character's arcana Emperor (Group A) BRIEF DESCRIPTION: Medium height, Very long Gold hair, Amber eyes. She wears a lot of darker colors with accents of Gold.
Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2017 8:25 am
[ Rehab Center ]
"I don't care." It wasn't biting, though, just dismissive -- with a flick of fingers toward Zyk as he stepped away toward the window. One hand came up to find the end of the spear thrust into the glass, and through it he felt as much as heard the patter of rain outside, the soft sounds of a world much more interesting than this stark, geometric landscape.
All at once, he turned in place to face Zyk, scraping hair roughly out of his mouth and pointing toward the door. At the tip of his finger, a scribble of ink still darkened already dark skin; along the line of his jaw was a matching streak, smudgy, like an apostrophe on pale skin. Ever seemed completely unaware.
"Let's go. I want to be outside."
It probably wasn't enough time to fill out the survey. Ever didn't spare it a second thought.
It wasn't like awakening from trance at all, that was the first thing that Llydia knew when she found herself in the white room, alone, with a niggling, uneasy feeling pecking away at her brain. Trance was much more relaxing, cathartic, it helped her to make sense of things when her mind was all a jumbly bumbly mess.
Now she just felt...off, different, confused.
She didn't like it. She wanted....someone. Someone that was important to her, the other half to her whole, though at the moment, she was struggling to think of who that was.
Shaking her head, she drew herself towards the table in the center of the room, and looked at the paper atop it. A survey of sorts, one that she peered at curiously, a finger tapping at the table top, before she grabbed for a pence and jotted down her answers.
Quote:
How was Dorothy’s performance? Satisfactory, I suppose, though it leaves one feeling much more on edge than is ideal.
Would you recommend her to anyone else? Of course, everybody is different and others might have a better experience.
On a scale of 1 - 10, 1 being the least, how well would you say your memory rehabilitation process is going? That is a difficult question to answer, as it is as of yet impossible to know what it is I have forgotten, or how much. I will give a 5, as that seems safest.
As there was not much else to do but to leave (and to pocket a very interesting looking device that she thought she might recognize) she left the room, and after a lackluster and more confusing than helpful encounter with some members of Famine, found herself away and on her own, searching for....
She frowned. It was right there, she knew, that important someone who she was sure existed outside of fantasy. Her large eyes searched, as she found herself near the lobby, where other horsemen sat, congregated, wandered, until they landed on a large figure across the room, one that waved, one who's name fell from her mouth the moment she saw him, in a hushed sigh of relief.
"Aric."
Of course, that's who it was that she was looking for! How could she have forgotten?? There was nothing forgettable about her death guardian, who was surely the very definition of perfection, in every possible way. When he neared, she raised her arms towards him, for a hug, to be held or picked up or whatever purpose, she just wanted to be near him, her face beaming.
"I am well now, of course! No need to worry. I am fine, really, just a little...fuzzy headed."
NAME: Llydia (Lydia) CLAN: Death ARCANA: The Hierophant APPEARANCE: Small (5'2"), pale with freckles across her nose, cascading curls of blue-black hair, large expressive amber eyes, generally dresses like a priestess should but likes to alter any skirts/dresses to be cut off above the knee, and tends to go barefoot.
