exclaimPLEASE CONTINUE READING THIS ONLY IF YOU HAVE DONE THIS ORP (severing the strings of 10 HP for that character). If you did not finish that orp/ haven't started, you still have until MONDAY: after Monday it is assumed everyone is freed as Alice is overpowered
There is a sudden, startling shift.
Blink once. Then blink a dozen more times, and the difference is still there, still undeniable. The world is now in sharp relief, stark and painfully bright and real. It didn't seem unreal before, the dream-like qualities weren't noticeable until they were gone, a filter on perceptions now fully removed. As awareness sets in, so to does memory. At first vague, a new set of memories begin to superimpose on the previous week, steadily gaining clarity until what seemed and what was sit side by side.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 2:54 pm
It is time.
Finally you regain the memories of what really happened. Finally you see past the false dreams created see the superimposed overlay. Finally, you understand where you veered into dream territory, and what you were actually doing in between.
2) After you have, go back and do a series of [ VIRTUAL REALITY ] solos. How this works is you will create a thread called [ VIRTUAL REALITY ] (YOUR CHARACTER NAME HERE). In it, you can pick and choose from [ any rp you have created in the last week from April 3rd on wards ] and select parts of it you want to be real, and parts that you want to be virtual reality. The parts that are virtual reality, you will now rewrite with the truth. You can also write your character's reflection on it. See the SAMPLES below, so you aren't entirely confused.
3) If you were in a GM ORP during this week, please check the ORP RESULTS realities below. This is what actually happened. Your character can now include in their [ VIRTUAL REALITY ] solo what actually happened, and their reactions about it compared to what they thought happened. Just read the outline of what actually happened, and make events that work out with it.
- PLEASE DO NOT SELECT ANY GM PRPS thank you. A GM will come in and reveal the truth for those, and then you can write a reflection on that. This is just for PRPS and ORPs that do not involve GMs at all. - You do not have to make an rp a dream rp, you can pick and choose which ones were influenced! Some rps are entirely real! - If two people/multiple were in a PRP or ORP they all witnessed the "dream" version of the event. So it means the other person wasn't imaginary, they were just witnessing the same or similar hallucination (whatever was written)
Ie: In your RP you wrote that your character was eating pizza. You decide this part is virtual reality, so in actual fact, your character is talking to character Bob, eating air. Now that your character understands what happened, you can also RP out their great shame in your [virtual reality] solo. Please create it according to what guild your character is in, so if they are a student/horsemen, do this in the THIS IS HALLOWEEN guild, if they are a Hunter in the DEUS EX MACHINA guild. Each post should be a different incident of virtual reality. You can pick and choose as you please as long as IT IS NOT A GM PRP/ORP. GM PRPS/orps can also be reflected on, once a GM has posted what actually happened. Otherwise in PRPS without GMs you can make up the parts of what is real/ not real. SEE THE SAMPLES BELOW TO HELP YOU OUT. The samples are [real incidents ] so please apply where applicable.
- If you are a QUEST STUDENT/HUNTER: You actually did not visit Amityville/ wake up, but you wished it to be so, and so your influence was spread to those around you. Students and Hunters will remember you, without actually having met you through the influence of dreams. Those dream memories are real, but unfortunately, in reality, you never quite physically met. If you are a QUEST this is the end of your journey, but you are free to write a [ QUEST SOLO ] virtual reality as you understand the truth. Pod people: it just means you had a blip in consciousness OR another Hunter remembered YOU and fabricated you (please work it out with any influenced rpers to decide which one it is).
gaia_crown[ ORP RESULTS REALITIES ]: If your character was a part of any of these samples, they can simply use them for ground work. Ie: if they were part of the pod orp, just use the REALITY below, and base their reactions off them. For ones without samples @ GM ORPS, leave them alone for now.
You awake to a loud noise. You truly open your eyes for the first time and hear a loud hiss and pop. Colour flashes outside right on top of the Amityville campus building - fireworks. Hundreds of fireworks, in dazzling display, each and every one a different shape and colour. Loud, erratic crackles go out in unison followed by what looks like a shooting star reaching up, up only to blossom into a fantastic pumpkin-shaped firework, complete with smiling lantern face and all, and then disappear in another loud pop.
The schoolgrounds begin to flood, students pouring out of their dorms, some in confusion, some even more jarred. It felt like forever to some in a place called Wonderland, but it had only been a dream. A simple, overnight dream, and nobody else would ever know how much those who journeyed down the rabbit hole truly found.
The fireworks finished in a spectacular display, a shower of school dorm emblems, proud and wonderful, and then from the tip of the school roof a banner unfurled in bright orange.
You awake to the sound of the class bell ringing. It is a Moonday. You pass by students without seeing them as you slowly sluggishly head to school. The sound of discord happening in Amityville feels louder than it should Dazed, you walk pass pumpkin displays of the school Y1 art project display hall, and the emblems displayed from the Amityville School Cup in the trophies display case, until you arrive in various classes.
You wake up, but its impossible to not hear the noise outside. Fireworks. The sound, the lights, the noise attracts you, even from your rather far residence. Today is a special day however, and you know it. You saw it in the papers. Amityville open house. Today is still Spookday, which was quite important to note if you were one of the lucky few who traveled down a certain rabbit hole. Only a night had passed. Today is Spookday the Fifth of October, and today is the day where you get a grand tour of the famous Amityville Academy, the oldest and most prestigious school in all of Halloweentown. For those working in Halloweentown, many of you had heard of Amityville in passing, but the most obvious and wonderful reason as to why to visit was of course the free food and merchandise!
It takes you a while, despite the fireworks blossoming over Amityville itself, to get to the campus gates. It is crowded, and you line in some semblance of line up before you finally reach the front gates. Before you know it a guest pass is shoved in your hands, you are shoved and bumped one more time right through the open gates -
- Right into a crowd of students who possibly look just as confused as you. Something kicks you - ow - and you look down to see a very angry garden gnome complete with a pointed red hat make a face at you and tell you to behave. They waddle off without another word.
You wake up, and see the pumpkin sun. You stare at it without registering what you are looking at. Slowly, you stare into the distance, at a faraway object with a dazed look. You end up hitting your leg from sleepwalking but it doesn't wake you up.
Then, the senses assault all at once, a strange hiss, the feeling of stale, clammy air hitting skin, strange noises, and the light, painfully bright.
It takes a good few minutes to adjust to the surroundings.
The only thing odd about the room itself were the strange assortment of man-sized pods, strange oval, futuristic even creations covered in glowing runes. Most of them remain closed, some of them have stopped glowing.
Everything is still a blur, vague memories closing in on each other. You made a promise to someone. You were promised escape - and then -
Nothing made sense.
Not in the past at least. As you finally step out of a strange shaped cylinder, you see something strapped to the side. It catches your eye because it has your name written on it. Your name. Age. Gender. Nothing else. You keep on walking, stumbling, hobbling. All the other pods are mostly closed. You finally hit the door. There is a bright red sign on it that is unavoidable.
PODS ARE UNDER MAINTENANCE. PLEASE APPROACH WITH CAUTION.
The door is locked, it seems for now, you are trapped inside this room. The panels are all sealed, it seems like whomever designed this room purposely did it to make it extremely, extremely dummy proof.
The furthermost pod room sat quiet as normal, the bodies within still and doll-like. They pods themselves were functioning as normal, no warning signs present. The only oddity would be the sudden vital signs on several of the pod displays, but this would go unnoticed by the one on duty that day.
A harassed looking woman in a white coat peaked into the empty room before hissing s**t, loudly and slamming it shut again. She opened it once more, mild hope on her face as she stared at no one. The door slammed shut once again.
The bleachers have been pulled out in the gym, allowing plenty of room to sit and chat while waiting for the assembly to begin. Pietro, the new Life assistant, is setting up chairs and a podium at center court. Someone in a Moon coat sets up a questionable refreshment table off to the side.
The bleachers have been pulled out in the gym, but in a haphazard fashion. Many hunters trip and misstep as they find seats, but only one seems to notice that he is stumbling half blind. Someone in a Moon coat sets up a questionable refreshment table off to the side, but their hands are clumsy, often knocking items over or simply dropping them on the floor, as if they think the table is positioned differently. The food itself is strange, even for Edith, half made and sloppy. Cracked egg shells are mixed in with many dishes, seasonings speckle here while sitting in small clumps there. The table is a mess before anyone else gets to it and soon becomes a disaster that will sit and spoil, unnoticed, for days after.
what seemed to be
The doctor entered the gymnasium followed by a small group of people that varied from dazed, to irritable, to excited. All of them, though, had that fresh out of the pod look. A few of them would even be familiar.
The doctor entered the gymnasium alone. He goes on to speak of recent events and ask hunters to babysit the empty space behind him. At double pay, even.
There are many heartfelt reunions with nobody. Hunters race toward air. Others cautiously approach, or introduce themselves with social savvy. But all there is for them is nothing.
This was Amityville, the school where anything could happen and everything was quite possible. Therefore, it wasn't impossible when right on the school grounds, in front of the students materialized two doors. Exactly two doors, of equal distance apart. Both were open.
The one on the left was a blue door, it reminded those who were of Wonderland and even those of not of good memories and happiness. It was a stable sort of happiness, bland and predicting and frankly not all that exciting, but it was also expected. It was the feeling of doing the right thing, the feeling of self sacrifice and making decisions without choice. A singular path, the path that was just. The path of a hero. The left door radiated and anticipated the feeling of certainty and protection.
The door on the right was as ominous as it looked, entirely dark and cold. It was a different feeling altogether, devoid of the first door. Something whispered within it and it felt like a promise, it felt like something more. Temptation. Power. It offered everything. It offered a way to save others, it offered a way to save themselves, it offered pure power and it offered the truth. But behind those words the undertone was clear. It offered something far greater but asked also for a greater price. The right door anticipated the feeling of uncertainty and revenge.
The students continue to stare at two trees. There is one on the left, and one on the right. They are very ordinary trees. A school secretary passes by them wondering what is going on, but continues to slowly edge away.
When you open your eyes the first thing you see is that you are in a prison. It is dark, it is cold. Both your arms have been sealed with strange runes, etched right into your arms in glowing angry round. You locked inside cold stone walls. There is no light that reaches your cell, though between thick black bars you can see bare silhouettes of the others and you can hear your voice echo from inside your cell.
"Eat. Consume."
You're not too sure how much time has passed, but you become hungry, almost insatiably hungry. It is a strange feeling, an emptiness that gnaws inside your chest and you realize you are dying. You realize what you crave is Fear, because without it you will die, you will dissipate and never reform again. The runes have been draining your Fear and now your core is barely above an empty shell. The hunger nearly blinds your vision, it makes you sick, dizzy and weak, and you struggle to remain coherent as a buzzing noise rings around you -
CLANG.
The gates open. Your gates. Instinctively you reach outwards and in your daze see others.
The outcome is slow, but potentially inevitable. Consume the others around you, or starve and die - that choice is yours alone.
Students are lying on the ground. Some are hungrily shoveling grass into their mouths. They seem to be half conscious, staring into space. A shadow hovers over them, but it is only the school professor, Professor ?????. The face is forgotten. He checks on a few of them, hovers over Amrita for a second, and then walks away. There is still a mark on Amrita's hand.
It is a restless sleep. It is a dreamless sleep and in it, there is a figure, dressed entirely in deep black. They turn around to you, and they seem familiar, a deceased one perhaps, a lost one, and they whisper something.
"Alive."
The word rushes forward, the sound becomes too loud, ringing all at once, clashing over and over-
- Thunk.
The bed seems too small, the quarters too cramped, the room too confined. It is quiet. Too quiet. The clock, if there are any nearby, reads 5:30 am, island time. For some reason, everyone else is asleep. It becomes impossible to sleep because in the distance is a voice, and it sounds familiar, and it is ringing deep, louder and louder, calling, calling-
- In a heartbeat all awake Hunters find themselves outside. Outside the dormitories, in the training fields, and in front of them is a single figure, slumped on the ground, the grass around them is burnt with a single sigil, a thick black O.
A pool of thick red blood is rapidly escaping the body, they wheeze as any Hunters approach, and raise a hand, trying to speak as they stare with wide eyes. Their throat has been slit perfectly, and now it gurgles and bubbles blood, always blood. It was a reminder of how vulnerable Hunters still were.
"s**t!" Any who turn around would see someone approaching. He is limping. It is rare to see the Death assistant swear, as most of Mark's words just involved the topic of Jedi and evasive maneuvers but he for once looks dead serious. He doesn't look quite as serious as he looks terrified, like a person who has embraced some odd fact and was trying to come to terms with it. Blood, it was always dark red blood, dripped freely from where he was trying to press against his own wound to keep it shut.
"No, don't - don't-" Mark sucks in a deep breath and covers his wound with his own jacket before pressing down on it. -"I'll be fine. We have to hurry, there's-" he winces - "this is a siege. I'll- I'll meet you at the lighthouse portal. Bring everything you can, supplies, equipment, whatever you got. Make it fast-" he pauses, defeated. "Don't fail me too okay." If he wasn't looking any more pathetic than he already did, it would have almost been an insult. "One more thing. If anyone, anyone stops you, don't make eye contact. Keep on going. Pretend you're one of them if you have to. Just make it to the lighthouse safely. Keep your mouth shut."
Several Hunters wake up. They begin to aimlessly crawl around Deus Ex in the early morning, around 6 am. Some of them find themselves in dormitories, others in the main HQ, and others in the life labs. Various baffled techs and other Hunters send most of them back to sleep. They report it in as sleep walkers. Various Hunters are dispatched to deal with them including Mark, Simon, and Allan.
What seems to be
Rep stared. He stared because he couldn't believe, his brain just dug in its heels and ground to a halt, everything slowed and all the grinding gears of his capacity for denial spun into action. Allan mattered. Allan was one of the most important people in his life, one of the few people he'd classed as truly good. Truly good people were so important because they gave him faith that the world was worth living in, that there was something redeeming there to save.
"Allan." he said, and his voice was small and weak, broken. "It's me, Rep. We are here. We are here." it was a mantra and the best he could do, aware that if the strongest of them found himself here, that they were just mere power blips in comparison, he didn't know what they could do.
Save Simon. It made his gut wrench. He knew the feeling, the desperate almost animal need for his other half and couldn't help but in a brief flicker imagine himself there, think of the way he'd be feeling with Harrison gone, trapped, restrained, broken. The grief almost made it hard to breathe and he knew then and there he would do anything to help both of them make it back.
He closed the distance, tense and terrified. "We'll find him." he stammered, reaching out tenatively to the bonds. "But we need to free you first."
Because he had to save him. He had to save him. He hadn't been able to save her. He couldn't let this happen, he'd worked so hard, he'd tried so ******** hard to become strong, to become the kind of person this didn't happen to. Good people didn't deserve this.
His hands shook, his eyes were wide and he was somewhere on the brink of tears and he couldn't tell if they were despair, rage or some combination of both.
"Do you know where he'll be?" he asked. Keep him talking, keep him conscious. Don't think.
Rep keeps on muttering random nonsensical words to Allan. Allan tries to say something before Rep latches onto Simon. There's a small group of Hunters just wandering around, and a few of them are kind of touchy. Allan blinks and then looks at Simon. "Simon's over there?" He didn't quite comprehend the question and awkwardly pats some Hunters over the head as both of them try to carry as many sleepwalkers as humanly possible back to somewhere safe.
What seems to be
Mimsy offered a surprisingly warm smile to Shiloh.
"Aw, hey. You are a good person, Shiloh." She truly meant it, for all of the wrong reasons. "Everything will be fine in the end. I'm sure of it!"
As he suggested, she dropped Simon's hand and began to check his pockets.
Simon is wondering why Mimsy is groping him. He wonders if he should drop her.
What seems to be
There was nothing in Simon's pockets other than a small box of Pocky, still unopened.
Simon quietly hands Mimsy a box of pocky, hoping whatever she has will go away, at Allan's insistence that shooting was not the right answer.
What seems to be
Rep did not grudge Allan the help in the slightest, the Sun leader was one of the strongest people he'd ever known and it had nothing to do with his battle prowess. He took in the scene before them and felt everything stop once again, he couldn't move, he couldn't breathe. Simon was there but he wasn't moving, people stooped over him. Allan couldn't see him and somehow that was both heartbreaking and for the best. He wanted to cry out, he wanted to do something, to change something, to fix this horrendous situation. And there was Mimsy, stooped over him, not helping him, robbing him. Desecrating him.
Rep very tenderly handed Allan to Harrison without a word, shifting his weight to the moon hunter.
And then without even a second's hesitation he summoned Tracey and launched himself at the Life huntress.
"GET THE ******** AWAY FROM HIM YOU ******** HARPY."
Simon quietly considers shooting Rep anyway.
What seems to be
Harrison hadn't been prepared to see him so...mutilated. An arm was missing. He was littered with bullet holes.
He didn't have the heart to even check for a pulse. He didn't call Rep back.
He held Allan up.
"Just back the ******** away," he advised in a whisper.
Harrison is holding onto Allan as Allan sets him down onto the grass. Allan tries to coax Harrison into letting go of his coat. He looks at Simon, who is preoccupied with Rep's vice hold. Allan whispers 'No violence Simon'.
What seems to be
When Mark faded away, Robert growled, and shook him slightly. "MARK, LOOK AT ME. FOCUS." His voice was loud, obnoxiously loud, as he yelled at the hunter to keep him awake. "We're going to the security room. Okay? EYES OPEN."
Turning to the large group that had just finished fighting off the last of the sentries, Robert's eyes widened in crazed desperation. "Lead the way, please - find the security room, I've got him, just show me where to go."
Robert is shouting at an empty stretcher in the Life labs. Techs up on morning shift are worried, but none dare to approach him to restrain him. Mark slowly approaches Robert and debates his options.
What seems to be
The second Mark got there he groaned, loudly. "No, it's, it's gone - my, my computer where- " wait wasn't Wilson holding his computer?
He began to struggle in Robert's grasp and then slowly slid himself onto one leg, notable footprints of blood stained on the floor as he hobbled towards the main panel, where all the screens were showing static. He erratically began to press random buttons, without any reason to. "Where, where is it. My computer. I left it-"
One had to wonder why the hell Mark would leave any computer in the security room, and it seemed his judgement of doing the right thing was becoming less and less clear.
Finally, looking utterly broken, the Death assistant stared at Robert and Wilson. "Where is it?"
Mark tries to grab a hold of Robert and Wilson at the same time. This proves to be a bad idea. He collapses and groans.
What seems to be
"Relax," he snapped in a strained voice as he followed Mark and Robert into the room. The wires of his weapon still clattered as he held out the laptop toward the assistant. "I have it."
"Relax," Wilson mutters to the wall, "I have it." Mark ponders the last of his patience.
What seems to be
In which Mark dies and everyone is sad
"I'm- I'm done!" shouts Mark, slamming the door behind him. He hears wailing at the other side. Slowly, hesitantly, he opens the door, to see Robert, Wilson, Gale, Jake, and a bunch of other Hunters very sad over a pillow on the ground. Wilson begins to check the second pillow on the ground, holding a bundle of blankets in his hand. Robert solemnly picks up the first pillow and holds it. At this point Mark flees for his life to request backup.
What seems to be
[ ROOM 201B ]
There was nobody in the room. The desk was empty.
- "If you are going to ******** stand there-"-
- The room was dark, dim. There were-
- He sat at the desk, and continued to write away-
- papers were scattered all directions, but there wasn't even-
- In the corner, Mark was falling asleep. He had a printer set up and-
- a body to be seen. It was just quiet, dead. On the wall was the word again.
ALIVE. It was covered in cobwebs.
Caelius stares at Lex. Lex is thrown out the 2nd floor window and wakes up on the training fields covered in scratches and heavy bruises.
What seems to be
EVERYONE MAKES IT OUT OF THE PORTAL SAFELY AND BLACKS OUT.
"I think that's the last of them," Allan quietly places the last of the (thankfully unconscious) Hunters back onto the ground, him and Simon having round up the sleepwalkers duty. Anyone whom he didn't find was found by Mark, who tried his best to coax and cajole them back into reality before giving up in a frustrated huff (those who encountered Mark in dreams would see this). Nobody is sure why they collapsed at the same time, but they seem to be breathing and okay. After a pause, Allan tucks a box of Pocky into everyone's resting arm. Everyone except for Lex (who isn't here).
Everyone wakes up the next morning on the training fields, covered in morning mildew, having not known any better about what happened.
Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 2:59 pm
SOLO SAMPLES:
exclaim If your character is in here/ this is their post, you can just this this sample as grounds of what they did in that post!
what seemed to be
Within a few hours of the walking podded experience, several changes were made to Leslie's room.
Several Hannah Montana-themed cards were glued firmly to the wall, immediately noticeable upon walking in. The cardboard boxes were moved away from his mattress and arranged in a smiley face near the opposite wall; the dust that had settled on a few had been finger traced with even more happy expressions, all turned to face what served as his bed. There was a soft, frilly, flower-printed pillow waiting there for him, along with a note.
You should be more polite, Leslie.
There was a helpful arrow indicating for it to be turned around.
Your room is horribly empty and sad! But don't worry, I'll help brighten it up!
One Hannah Montana-themed card along with several playing cards were glued firmly to the wall, immediately noticeable upon walking in. The cardboard boxes were moved away from his mattress and arranged in a heart near the opposite wall; the dust that had settled on a few had been finger traced with even more hearts, growing more and more graphic and anatomically correct, all turned to face what served as his bed. There was a soft, frilly, flower-printed pillow waiting on the floor beside it, along with a note.
... .... be more polite, Leslie.
There was a helpful arrow indicating for it to be turned around.
.......horribly empty and sad ... worry .....
what seemed to be
Abbi just so happened to be very lucky today. Molly didn’t come out of any door in particular, but she was coming down the hall. She was off in her own little world as she carried some folders under her arms, but as she drew closer to the trainee and realized there was, indeed, someone there, she snapped out of it, curls bouncing, and blinked.
“Oh! Hello, Abbi!” She greeted the girl cheerfully, canting her head to the side. “Um…you look lost…is everything alright?”
Molly didn’t come out of any door in particular, but she was coming down the hall. She was off in her own little world as she carried some folders under her arms (papers slipping down from them, leaving a trail behind her) but as she drew closer to the trainee and realized there was, indeed, someone there, she snapped out of it, curls bouncing, and blinked.
“Oh! Hello, Abbi!” She greeted the girl cheerfully, canting her head to the side. “Um…you look lost…is everything alright?” The rest of the papers slipped down, leaving her with only empty folders. The pages, it should be said, were all blank save for one small word, exactly in the center of each.
alive
what seemed to be
The meeting hadn't lasted long and neither had the effects of whatever he'd had to drink while sitting on the bleachers waiting to wake up. It had taken shuffling back to his dorm room to rest a little bit longer before he woke up feeling a little bit more like himself again, albeit a slightly stranger version of himself. Even if they didn't ask for reports (c'mon, it was a 98% chance that they would) he would have to sit down at some point and write it all down... Every bit of what he could remember about Wonderland.
He left his shoes off this time, although he still pulled his coat on over his pajamas like a robe, crossing down the hall to knock on Inoke's door. He couldn't recall having spotted him at the meeting; didn't really figure that the other hunter wanted to see him, or anyone else for that matter, but he'd at least give it a go.
The meeting hadn't lasted long and neither had the effects of whatever he'd had to drink while sitting on the bleachers waiting to wake up. It had taken shuffling (he fell twice, badly bruising an elbow but taking no notice) back to his dorm room to rest a little bit longer before he woke up feeling a little bit more like himself again, albeit a slightly stranger version of himself. Even if they didn't ask for reports (c'mon, it was a 98% chance that they would) he would have to sit down at some point and write it all down... Every bit of what he could remember about Wonderland.
He left his shoes off this time, although he still pulled his coat on over his pajamas (stained by the previous drink, only half of it ever made it to his mouth) like a robe, crossing down the hall to knock on Inoke's door (but knocked on the wall instead). He couldn't recall having spotted him at the meeting; didn't really figure that the other hunter wanted to see him, or anyone else for that matter, but he'd at least give it a go.
what seemed to be
The cup was very gently set on the lab bench, and Chel let out a heavy sigh. The notebook's spiral ring of metal scraped along the linoleum of the table. "Here. Now please let me stay?" Pretty please? With cherries on top?
The cup was very gently dropped to the floor, splashing the girl's legs, and Chel let out a heavy sigh. The notebook's spiral ring of metal scraped along the linoleum of the table. "Here. Now please let me stay?" Pretty please? With cherries on top?
The spilled coffee spread across the floor, slipping underfoot, unnoticed.
what seemed to be
"Coupons," Jack said derisively, shutting his binder closed. "With our level of paycheck, that hardly means anything." But he did eye the cup, snatched it, sniffed it, sipped it, smacked his lips, made a face, and set it down. "Adequate enough. Sit."
He made a pointed gesture for Chel to be opposite him and no closer.
"So, you have a few stories to tell?"
"Coupons," Jack said derisively, shutting his binder closed, it was only full of comics anyway, the label on the cover declaring Property of TiM: Super Confidential! "With our level of paycheck, that hardly means anything." But he did eye a spot on the table, then mimed picking up a cup, sniffing it, sipping it. He smacked his lips, made a face, and motioned as if setting it down. "Adequate enough. Sit."
He made a pointed gesture for Chel to be opposite him and no closer.
"So, you have a few stories to tell?"
what seemed to be
She dragged the body along the sand, and pulled it into a shallow cove. The moonlight and first hints of sunlight illuminated the interior just enough for her to see what she was doing, but the glow of Svensyl's eyes and runes would make this workable.
She dragged the net full of rotting fish along the sand, and pulled it into a shallow cove. The moonlight and first hints of sunlight illuminated the interior just enough for her to see what she was doing, but the glow of Svensyl's eyes and runes would make this workable.
what seemed to be
"But that is what I intend to find out." By herself. She set Svensyl aside again, then tightly gripped each side of the ribcage and pulled, and pulled, until the bone split with a strong and satisfying crack.
The heart was free of its cage, and it waited for her.
The scent of blood, however old and coagulated, was still so satisfying. She took a deep breath and smiled, then giggled, as she gently slid her hands around either side of it. Oh, still warm.
"But that is what I intend to find out." By herself. She set Svensyl aside again, then tightly gripped each side of the net and pulled, and pulled, until the ropes split with a soft rasp and satisfying snap.
The decomposing fish were free of their cage, and they waited for her.
The scent of fish, however old and rotten, went unnoticed. She took a deep breath and smiled, then giggled, as she gently slid her hands around either side of a particularly whole one. It was cold and slick as it fell apart in her hands, but she paid no heed.
what seemed to be
"Good?" Bix was skeptical. "You are good? Just good?"
He took some chicken, looking back and Gale in a long enough moment to get a dirty look from the (taller) hunter behind his friend for holding up the line. "You are blushing like a school girl and all you have to tell me, your best bro on this miserable rock, in that things are good?"
Bix finally moved along but skipped past most of the sides and took a biscuit.
"Good?" Bix was skeptical. "You are good? Just good?"
He took some carrots, roughly broken into pieces, burned and spiced weirdly, looking back and Gale in a long enough moment to get a dirty look from the (taller) hunter behind his friend for holding up the line. "You are blushing like a school girl and all you have to tell me, your best bro on this miserable rock, in that things are good?"
Bix finally moved along, he dropped half the carrots on the floor, stepping in them without thought, but skipped past most of the sides and took a raw egg, cold butter sitting atop its shell. His fingers cracked it slightly, but he didn't mind the yolk that dripped down his fingers.
what seemed to be
"Don't be sorry for cake," the look she shot him was outright offended. "Who apologizes for cake? And why would I want liver mush instead of cake?" Rolling her eyes, America took her fork and dug out a frosted chunk that perhaps a small plastic fork was not made to transport. Luckily for Taym's bedding, it only wobbled and tipped for the merest second until it was gone in a single bite.
She took her sweet time to chew and swallow, eyes widening with bright pleasure as she hummed approvingly around it. Finally finishing it, a bit frosted herself, America grinned reassuringly at Taym, "It's good!"
"Don't be sorry for cake," the look she shot him was outright offended. "Who apologizes for cake? And why would I want liver mush instead of cake?" Rolling her eyes, America took her fork and motioned in the air with it. The empty fork wobbled dramatically and tipped a bit as she brought it to her mouth, opened very wide for what was essentially a mouthful of air.
She took her sweet as her mouth worked as if chewing and swallowing, eyes wide with bright pleasure as she hummed approvingly. Finally finishing it, America grinned reassuringly at Taym, "It's good!"
what seemed to be
Pietro turned to stare at Otto and Nevada. "Do you want to talk about dreams? As Life assistant I will help you. Dreams contain many possible paths, exposure to them can even alter your daily life and attitudes. If you are looking to change, perhaps it's time to seek out a new dream. Come, my office is this way."
The office was a large closet containing a small tea party play set, complete with tiny desk and chairs. "I'm afraid the tea isn't for you. It's not because I dislike you, you simply aren't my friends." The assistant hardly blinked as he spoke, staring widely up at the two once he took a seat in one of the little chairs. Daintily lifting a small, empty cup, he looked expectantly at them.
Nobody notices Otto and Nevada. Together they walk to a closet and step inside without prompting.
The closet houses a number of neatly stacked boxes, labeled in the division's shorthand, but is otherwise empty. Otto asks questions and waits on silent answers until finally, they leave.
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The tour was long over, dinner had been finished hours ago, and as the sun began to sink below the horizon outside her window, Peyton found herself in room. She was sitting on the bed, back against the wall, and Astrid was laying beside her with her head on her sister's leg. Small fingers were working endlessly through golden curls. She had separated a section, twisting it around her finger as she looked down at the younger girl.
The tour was long over, dinner had been finished hours ago, and as the sun began to sink below the horizon outside her window, Peyton found herself in room. She was sitting on the bed, back against the wall, alone. Small fingers were working endlessly through the air. She wove and twisted them about as she looked down at the empty bed beside her.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 4:23 pm
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HOSPITAL
At Peyton's impact, there was a horrible howl, and then the hand let go of Kostya, large blunt, shadowy fingers reaching for Peyton instead. They managed to snag her clothes, and then a large blunt fingertip was pressing down-
- There was a terrible crunch as it crushed Peyton's leg in a single blow, her left femur nothing but splinters-
- A second later, something strange began to happen as large cobwebs formed all directions, more like strings than cobwebs, pulling the fingers, the hand, all the shadows back. Another howl echoed throughout the room and everything shook and quavered, ceiling threatening to give in.
A moment later and the shadow was gone, leaving only the wreck of the hospital behind.
The computer flared to life behind them, blinking, despite being disconnected.
At Peyton's impact, there was a horrible howl, and then the hand let go of Kostya, large blunt, shadowy fingers reaching for Peyton instead. They managed to snag her clothes, and then a large blunt fingertip was pressing down-
- There was a terrible crunch as it crushed Peyton's leg in a single blow, her left femur nothing but splinters-
- A second later, something strange began to happen as large cobwebs formed all directions, more like strings than cobwebs, pulling the fingers, the hand, all the shadows back. Another howl echoed throughout the room and everything shook and quavered, ceiling threatening to give in.
A moment later and the shadow was gone, leaving only the wreck of the hospital behind.
The computer flared to life behind them, blinking, despite being disconnected.
"Holy s**t!" said an anonymous Life lab tech, "you dropped her."
There was an awkward shuffle. Finally one of the two sighed and checked her leg. "It's not broken, just bruised I think. You're welcome."
Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 6:05 pm
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It feels like a familiar Hunter to Lex, maybe someone he had met briefly in passing. They are wearing a Death Hunter coat, more recognizable up close now, and in their hands, as they were clutching it rather tightly, is a key card.
The sound of repeated fireworks wakes him up. He's back on Halloween Town.
Something nags in the back of his mind...something like, a female that looks very much like Alice from the tale of Wonderland saying that his job is done---and that she'll miss him.
He pulled himself together, tidying up his looks and face, and walked out from his temporary lodging.
He glanced at the Scarelendar hanging on the wooden plank. It's Spookday. Still Spookday.
That means all those three days he spent in his dream...
He can feel something is not right. Not quite. Since the jack of his headphones is left dangling on the air, he can 'hear' the air itself.
Cheeriness. Laughter. Joy. Excited. Normal things. But beneath that, something sinister lurks. Pure emotion...or even energy. Something akin to Fear.
But it's okay. Probably. Then again, he has an appointment with someone he knew in the dorms-
Someone stopped him on the doors and handed him a guest pass. Oh, he did need this one.
Rei waddled in, weaving his way between the flock of guests and walked while admiring the building...
Rei sits up from the heap of soft things he gathered as a sleeping mat. He looked around, eyes still half-open, as he tried to confirm something...?
And then he looked at a road sign: "Do not cross the Styx" for about a minute, before tottering away. Waddling unsteadily like a drunk, he crashed unto many Halloweeners, yet don't even say sorry.
Someone handed him a handful of wheatgrass. It was a Plant Sprite with ember-colored sap oozing from her skin-
He took the wheatgrass and pocketed it. Confused, the Plant Sprite decided to walk away.
And he continued to waddle between the Halloweener, bumping time and again...
There was a cell phone in the pocket of the Hunter she had searched, and also a wallet with around fifteen dollars and an ID, labeling them as "John Smith". That was pretty much it.
The only thing the first paper said, in dead center, in perfect printing was "I am alive."
If he flipped to the next page, he would see the same thing. The next page was the same, over and over and over until he got to he next page.
It simply read.
"I am ali*e"
The "v" for some reason was crossed out.
(shh I know this is Otto but Mimsy ended up with it) here!
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DORMS On the photo are a bunch of familiar Hunters at the beach: Shiloh, Mimsy, Quinn, and Lucky, looking carefree. Behind them is Sam, walking their direction with ice cream in each hand. The date is labelled [ April 12, 2014 ]
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It feels like a familiar Hunter to Lex, maybe someone he had met briefly in passing. They are wearing a Death Hunter coat, more recognizable up close now, and in their hands, as they were clutching it rather tightly, is a key card.
Oz watches Lex in slow fascination as Lex begins to fondle his crates of minipets before taking a foxfire (fancy) away. Oz says nothing.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 7:40 pm
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There was a cell phone in the pocket of the Hunter she had searched, and also a wallet with around fifteen dollars and an ID, labeling them as "John Smith". That was pretty much it.
Mimsy sifted around someone's dorm room. It was probably Mark's. It read [ BUSTY ASIAN BEAUTIES ]. Also it was more like five dollars, not fifteen because Mark was a cheapskate.
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The only thing the first paper said, in dead center, in perfect printing was "I am alive."
If he flipped to the next page, he would see the same thing. The next page was the same, over and over and over until he got to he next page.
It simply read.
"I am ali*e"
The "v" for some reason was crossed out.
Mimsy stared at Busty Asian Beauties with a zoned out expression. She flips a few pages.
nothing yet
On the photo are a bunch of familiar Hunters at the beach: Shiloh, Mimsy, Quinn, and Lucky, looking carefree. Behind them is Sam, walking their direction with ice cream in each hand. The date is labelled [ April 12, 2014 ]
Behind Mimsy is a strange shadow that at first is mistaken for a Hunter. It turns out to be a faceless shadow. It stares directly at Mimsy and reaches one hand out-
- Hunters shuffling to try and secure Mimsy from hurting herself causes it to disappear.
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As she raced toward the portal, America scanned the path for both allies and enemies. The route she took was a little out of the way and all the greeted her were the corpses of sentries. She ran past several before remembering Mark's suggestion to blend and the earlier confrontation. Using a precious minute of her time, America looted two dead sentries of their guns and grey coats. Arms full, the girl sprinted the remainder of the distance to the portal.
"Give him one! And give me one! I know you have them in there, so stop being such a grump puss and share!" She stomped her foot with a very unintimidating face, it was more of a childish behavior. But it worked. Rolling his eyes, Uru reached up into his scarf retrieving three small bone-like cookies, proffering them to his sister. With a gleeful cheer, she hopped over to the other hellhound and offered it. "See, if you know my brother, you can get him to do just about anything."
"Give him one."
"No." "Give him one."
"They're mine."
"Give him one! And give me one! I know you have them in there, so stop being such a grump puss and share!" She stomped her foot with a very unintimidating face, it was more of a childish behavior. But it worked. Rolling his eyes, Uru reached up into his scarf retrieving three wickedly curved blades, plunging one into his sister, and the other into her hand. With a gleeful cheer, she hopped over to the other hellhound and offered held it for him. "See, if you know my brother, you can get him to do just about anything."
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