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 Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 7:19 pm
 Deep within the world beyond the mirror, lies a land, eternally blank. There is nothing, eccept for a staff, which is the only landmark. This staff, allows you to shape the world of this land. Its structure, its age of industrialization, to the forms of its inhabitants. The only thing out of its power, is to change itself, and the true essense of the people around it. (i.e. the staff CAN affect behavioral patterns, but it cannot compleatly control someone, or force them to do something against their will.) To use the staff, you must maintain physical contact with it. And it has no master. Whoever has it, controls the world. Now begins the tale of the group who finds such an artifact. Will it create a paradise for our heros? Or will greed tear them all apart?
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 7:27 pm
The only non-obvious rule I'm going to state, is that the ONLY person who can over-power themself, is the person with the staff. No channeling the staff's power into you, no changing the staff's physicallity, ect ect. It will always have the potentiall to be stolen from you.
So............we are OPEN!!!!
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 8:39 am
This area has been approved for roleplay. Any character may post here and begin. However if players begin to conflict over this I will first try taking the staff from the people involved. If I have too many issues I will remove this thread so please play nice everyone.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 4:05 pm
Silently a blonde haired male landed onto the white ground and looked around. Just white, like a blank sheet of paper, waiting to have something created on it. A story, a drawing, something from a small child even. "This is where the Staff is hidden?" Of course, finding this dimension is what took so long. When dimension's haven't been created they're hard to find because hardly anyone knows about them. John turned and spotted the object of his curiosity and strolled forward, writing in a small book as he did so. He stopped before grabbing the staff and removing it from its position. He paused, feeling like a wave echoed in the area before it was silent. "Odd." Placingit in the crook of his elbow he wrote down the little tidbit before reading back on his previous notes. "Can change the surrounding area." What would he change it into?
Blue eyes looked up at the blank slate, walking around. No sound, no temperature, the seraphim wasn't quite sure if he was blind at this point. However, except for his own voice and breath, there was no noise. He looked up at the etnernal white sky before closing his eyes and continuing his walk. Snow. He remembered the land, almost desolate and trees living in odd places. If one squinted hard enough one could see the mountains towards the east. There was the cold, bitter cold that would quickly anger, buffeting him at all sides before calming down again. The snowflakes, he remembered those. It was a light fall, there already being a good thick layer on the ground and covering any visible trees. John soon felt something brush against his skin and opened his eyes only for them to widen.
The only memory of his human life had taken over the blank slate. he looked at the dark sky, watching white fluff fall slowly, the wind whispering melodies past his ears.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 5:21 pm
"Mmmf!" came a voice, from a short distance away. It wasn't particularly loud, and could easilly be excused as a trick of the wind.
A young blue-haired girl, with a pair of feline-remnescent ears atop her head, laid in a sudden pile of snow, before pushing herself up above it. What...........had just happened? Everything was blank a moment ago! She had thought she had found the end of this weirdo mirror world, and was about to find her way back to her own world.
The rapier she had found when she appered here was jutted up in the snow, handle facing the sky.
"S....so....cold....." She muttere, pulling herself to her feet.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 6:02 pm
John had changed his clothing to something more suitable for the weather insteal of a sweater and brown slacks. Most of the winter clothign was white, gray or blue. he decided it'd be safter to blend in then stick out like a sore thumb. The staff was still in the crook of his elbow, the man writing as he walked forward. The wind moaned slightly, the twisted and black branches waving slightly. He didn't remember a black tree in his memory, but then again. "All memories are stored inthe subconscious, connected to other memories from previous memories." he mumbled, pencil still scratching against the paper. This was odd, everything was real, what would happen if he let go of the staff? Would it all remain the same or go back to being a blank slate? "This thing has to many mysteries. Such as that." He stared at something blue moving in the distance. "I don't remember anything blue and moving iin any memory." Another thing to write down.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 6:09 pm
((For the record, it would stay the same till someone wished it to be diffrent.))
Was that...........a person? No..........it must've been her imagination. The young girl thought she had seen someone in the distance....but it vanished........oddly like a chameleon........
The cold was making her movements sluggish, although she did manage to remember to pick up the rapier again. Sleep was begginning to overtake her. NO! If I sleep now.......its over.......its all.......over......
Hazilly, she fell over, colliding with the ground, her eyes open but a crack.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 6:19 pm
He watched it collapsed and jogged slightly before slowing down again. Walking up cuirously to where he spotted the blue thing. "It isn't here." He felt somethign hard under his foot and took a step back. Bending down he dusted off the snow that had already thickly blanketed the ground some more, a rapier. With fast movements he uncovered the girl's face, eyebrows raising. "What is this?" A girl with cat ears, he moved to write it down but paused, placing it back inhis pocket and lifting the girl slightly. "What are you wearing? In such a harsh winter." He wanted this girl to have warm clothes, and he watched her own short skirt and shirt morph.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 6:29 pm
The girl's clothing morphed together, into a single piece, inch thick, full body coat, as bright blue as her hair, ears, and tail. (The tail was covered as well, but seemed to have just as much ease moving as it did before).
The bottom's of the feet had a rubber bottom that made walking easier, but no snow could possibly get through the coat.
A hood that could be pulled up hung off the back of her neck, but at the moment, it was left hanging. It too had little ends for her furred parts.
((You CAN wish her awake by the way. As long as she isn't resisting too powerfully, you can do whatever you want with her.))
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 6:35 pm
John shifted the staff, picking up the cat thing, using the staff as a railing as he held it in both hands. "Now what I really need is a-" he turned, spotting a cabin. "Oh." he walked, shoving the door open wit hhis shoulder and making sure he didn't hit the girl's head. Placing her on a nearby cot he already noticed a kettle on the fire. He slumped onto a chair, staff resting on his lap as he wrote quickly the minor events. But what is she? It'd be nice if she woke up but even those who faint need rest. He glanced at her face and sketched it lightly on a fresh page. Cat ears are appendages I have not seen on normal humans. And we would know if there was experimentation. Perhaps, an alternate dimension? One he hadn't stumbled upon?
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 6:44 pm
"Er......mph...." The girl mumbled, her eyes opening a crack. Her mind was hazy. Almost like waking up from a surgery, with the anasthetic just now wearing off. Or like waking up after not getting enough sleep. "Where..........where am I......." she asked, lifting one almost felt-feeling covered hand to her bare forehead. "Wha........" she asked, expecting the sensation of skin on skin.
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 8:07 am
"I'm unaware as to what you are wearing, but t is keeping you warm." he explained. "I'm sure you are able to take it off, but my thoughts were rather vague, so I might need to add a zipper." The scartching of the pencil was still heard. This was just to strange. Were there other people? Taking the staff from his lap, he analyzed it before sketching it on another smallpage of the book. How odd, he wasn't even aware of the matierals. It was not iron nor steel, definitly not silver. He gave little notes around the staff, texture, color. "You had fainted outside in the cold and this cabin appeared." The kettle whistled and he opened the cabinet underneath to take out a mug, pouring the hot water into it and placing a tea bag. He was not one for tea-bags but they were quick.
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 9:33 am
"I see....." She lied, sort of anyways. It was a standered, almost reactional response. So.....she was suddenly wearing this outfit.....a log cabin appeared......but the man had to add a zipper, dispite not having made it in the first place........? And he seemed to know exactly where everything in this cabin which had just appeared? Where the heck was she anyways? And what happened to the outfit she WAS wearing......"Snow......I remember snow......but before that...litterally, a blank. Everything was blank...." She muttered, pushing herself into a sitting postion, as she tried to sort out her thoughts.
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 9:38 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 9:38 am
With a quick tap onto the staff the outfit the cat-eared girl was wearing had a zipper on the side. The Seraphim glanced up at the girl. Should he speak about the staff? He had no intstructions to not do so. "If you explain to me how you have cat qualities I myself will explain the causing of the blank page to my memory." He gave an angel's smile before holding out th cup of tea to her. "I'm afraid it has no sugar, so I apologize for the bitter taste." He himself preferred bitter food and drink, so quite often he would forget that sugar and salt was something humans enjoyed.
(leaving, dunno when I'll be back.)
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