The 31st and beyond floors of the tower are dedicated to the Famine Clan and it's many pursuits regarding the manipulation of life itself. The personal rooms tend to be sparsely furnished, and decoration is just as often a personal project as it is a token of personal aesthetic. It's here you'll find a floor that looks lifted from some Indiana Jones movie, all earthen obstacles and unexpected traps. Visitors often avoid certain areas, most particularly the Storage levels, where many things and beings enter, but never leave as they were, should they leave at all. In their line of work, all living things can be considered a specimen.
The laboratories on the 31st common floor are the heart of Famine, though, and it's here you'll find the breeding grounds of insect and plant and disease. See the coaxing of idea into reality and the controlled chaos in between. And at the edge of it all, ever watching, ever smiling in his own shadows, is the figure of Mr. E, the Famine Queen and Mother to the Many.
OOC: FAMINE COMMON FLOOR
[ FAMINE COMMON FLOOR ] LOCATED ON 31ST FLOOR (layout as depicted on map above)
[ Features (you can rp in) ]
⦊⦊⦊⦊⦊⦊⦊⦊ Specimen Bay : Special specimen, from artifacts to creatures of Fear, Insanity, and even Distortion are held here for testing. Others, like the infamous Famine insects, are contained here for future use, perhaps. Sometimes horsemen say they see humans there too but that's impossible, right?
⦊⦊⦊⦊⦊⦊⦊⦊ Conservatory : A beautiful oasis-like setting that serves as the more gentler part of famine. Sages in particular, tend to gravitate towards this location, and it has become something of a very glorified swimming pool that all the clans like to partake.
⦊⦊⦊⦊⦊⦊⦊⦊ The labs : The bread and butter of what Famine represents, it is here that testing and research is conducted, from insects to plant and disease. They say anything is possible here, though perhaps with some slight discretion.
⦊⦊⦊⦊⦊⦊⦊⦊ Office Spaces : A more open environment for Famine horsemen to work with. Each entrance burrows well beneath the sand, simulating the more original, hive-like environment that Famine originated from.
⦊⦊⦊⦊⦊⦊⦊⦊ Training Space : These days, it's just used to pitch giant insect against giant insect. Just don't mention the word Pokemon.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 10:36 am
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Since the Rehabilitation Floor had had no answers Camixi did what she thought was best and had headed in the direction of 'home'. Her memory still did not answer where precisely that home was located but there was some serenity to be found in the familiar trappings of heat, sand, and earth.
Bare feet against sand caused an immediate exhalation of tension and confusion as her toes curled in the warmth. Wings that had been rustling against her back with anxiety settled again into the more familiar cape they often were. Supposedly she would one day be able to fly more than a few feet at a time with them but, young as she was, the horsewoman still hadn't managed that feat.
Aimless wandering brought her to the Conservatory where she finally came to rest, feet in the water, her skirt spread open up to her thighs. She could feel the shifting of sand behind her that signaled a newcomer after some minutes and turned her face up with a smile. "So I'm not the only one who didn't want to linger there."
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Character's name: Camixi Character's clan: Famine Sage Character's journal link:[ x ] Character's Arcana: Justice BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Surprisingly young. 5'4" with big pale blue eyes, dusky skin, and delicate wings usually pressed against her back like a cloak. There are little glass beads all over her gauzy dress at the moment.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 11:08 am
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Noth was glad to be free of the hustle and bustle of the rehabilitation rooms and back on a floor which was more civilised. He moved in a patient gliding sort of way, as if nothing at all could hurry him, his feet concealed beneath his long robes. He had wings of his own tucked under the long moth-like robe, fragile sickly moth wings tattered and seen by few. Camixi was one of the few who had ever seen him without his layers of robes on, dressed in something lighter for the warmer work in the laboratories, lit by the flickering light of burners and glowing beakers of toxins.
"Yes." he said quietly to the younger horsewoman, Butch had stayed by the door, obedient and watchful of his master. "Too much, too many, too loud. War especially seems incapable of quiet, too used to the cacophony of the jungle, they could never appreciate the quiet sussurations of sand."
It was anyone's guess how he saw, his eyes covered over completely by translucent skin, mere lights beneath the surface, but he turned to look at her regardless. "Do you remember all?" he asked.
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Character's name: Nothing
Character's clan: Famine Sage
Character's journal link:
Character's arcana The Devil
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Pale and short with transcluscent skin and draped in strange tapeworms, Nothing looks like he should be slow and ponderous an much of the time he is, but he is capable of quick snaps of movement which is startling.
He is missing his left hand and is almost always accompanied by a frazzled wild eyed famine companion who functions in many ways as his Igor.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 12:39 pm
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Turning as far as her body would allow Camixi raised a quiet hand towards Butch. She always tried to acknowledge his quiet, solemn presence but did not otherwise trouble him. That had been one of the first rules of her mentorship with Nothing: Do not trouble Butch. It was an easy rule to follow but she did try to sometimes sneak him small tokens of appreciation.
Nothing's voice was always oddly soothing to the young Famine Sage. It was as paper thin and whispery as feet across sand but never hard to understand. One of her mothers was a Warhorse and as vibrant and cacophonous as he accused the entire clan of being. "War fills a space with noise, Conquest jostles to hold as much of the space as they can." She agreed.
Mention of her memories caused eyes to fall back down to the water. "Not enough. I know faces, names, a few places such as this one but little more. I doubt you have any trouble with your memories."
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 1:17 pm
[CONSERVATORY] Butch for a moment broke his deferential posture to give Camixi an enthusiastic wave that rocked his whole body, before realising the Noth was looking at him and relaxing again, averting his gaze.
"No matter." he said quietly. "What matters is how we go, not where we come from." he shook his head calmly. "I remember everything but that singular day that everyone seemed to lose. I remember my research. I remember you. I remember Vin and Rou. It is enough."
He moved to the edge of the water but did not step in, fearful of the substance and terrified of drowning. "I managed to retrieve one of the tomes I was telling you about, for you to study. It involved a bit of...greasing the wheels."
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Character's name: Nothing
Character's clan: Famine Sage
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Character's arcana The Devil
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Pale and short with transcluscent skin and draped in strange tapeworms, Nothing looks like he should be slow and ponderous an much of the time he is, but he is capable of quick snaps of movement which is startling.
He is missing his left hand and is almost always accompanied by a frazzled wild eyed famine companion who functions in many ways as his Igor.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 1:30 pm
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Delicate wings rustled with surprise at the mention of the tome. Memories, it seemed, could be jostled into place by key words and whatever Noth was alluding to it was so singularly important that it snapped memories of their work together into sharp focus.
"You're incredible!" The word was exhaled, a very common way of speech for the Famine filly. She was all dramatic voices, modulated tones, phrases that were more air than sound. Very carefully she removed her feet from the water so as not to splash the Nothing with even a drop of the liquid he so despised.
Settling her skirt around her again she backed up a few paces, rustling again with more than enough energy for all three of them. "Was the greasing quite difficult?"
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Character's name: Camixi Character's clan: Famine Sage Character's journal link:[ x ] Character's Arcana: Justice BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Surprisingly young. 5'4" with big pale blue eyes, dusky skin, and delicate wings usually pressed against her back like a cloak. There are little glass beads all over her gauzy dress at the moment.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 2:02 pm
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There was a ghost of a smile across the pale and drawn features at her enthusiasm and compliment, always finding a pleasure in how openly she displayed her emotions. It was something he enjoyed, an aesthetic appreciation that made her a delight to be around. He carefully adjusted the tapeworm around his neck like a scarf.
"Oh it wasn't too bad, nothing is too good for you after all. Simply involved a few favours to a few people and trading a few herbs I had which are in shortage elsewhere. The favours were the hardest part, I do not particularly enjoy owing anyone anything."
He gestured at all of her. "You grow so quickly and learn so well, one day you will be a creature to truly be feared, it is my pleasure always to aid you on your path."
"So I should say that any "incredibleness" is entirely mutual."
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Character's name: Nothing
Character's clan: Famine Sage
Character's journal link:
Character's arcana The Devil
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Pale and short with transcluscent skin and draped in strange tapeworms, Nothing looks like he should be slow and ponderous an much of the time he is, but he is capable of quick snaps of movement which is startling.
He is missing his left hand and is almost always accompanied by a frazzled wild eyed famine companion who functions in many ways as his Igor.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 2:10 pm
Specimen Bay
"Yes.. Precious and unharmed. All good. No marks." It was something to have a complete day gone form his memory, but it was with some relief that the specimens were fine without his own memory to help assure him that they would be. Checking each of them seemed to show they were all well taken care for, but that didn't answer if they were tended to the day before or if they had just been taken care of by the automated systems there to watch over them in the event someone wasn't around.
Holding an over-sized spider in one hand, he petted it's body gentle and walked down the rows to see if he could any specimens in distress.
"We were worried. We can't do much if you had been hurt. Red gem is strange. Could have affected all of you. Then what would we do. All that time lost." He stopped and opened a tank, placing the spider gentle back into its' chamber before looking out at a few bobbing fish that watched him with hungry eyes in their tanks.
"Everything looks fine. So strange."
Moving down, he reached down into a bottom tank that was filled almost full with soil and pulled out from it a fat larvae from inside, soil dripping down as he held it into his arms and cradled it. "We are glad you are good the most." The fat, gray larvae moved it's tiny, small legs as they curled about his hand and curled in, rolling up as it opened a small mouth to bite at his boney finger.
Character's name: Vin Character's clan: Famine Character's journal link: [ X ] Character's arcana Judgement Group: F BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Emaciated with bones above thighs and skeletal feet. Black, dead eyes and tan, discolored flesh. A few bug like small legs curl about his exposed ribs. Wears tattered, black rags that cover most of his body.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 3:56 pm
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Nowhere but Famine would it be so very normal to have a spider for a sister and a worm for a mentor. Her mother was even a scorpion inasmuch as she acted very much like one and would poison her children should they disappoint her. Cami wanted very, very badly to not disappoint her mother.
Color flushed her cheeks with pleasure at the idea that nothing was too good for her. Noth was always very complimentary to his student and, to her, it was obvious that her prowess reflected on him as her mentor. So it behooved him to do favors so that she could learn, become stronger, and fearsome in her own right.
Though how she was ever going to be fearsome with how sweet her disposition was was a mystery to everyone.
Mention of favors had her laughing a little bit. "You give favors now so one day I will collect favors for us both. Isn't that how this works?" The beads on her dress tinkled with the sound of glass on glass as she fidgeted with excitement. "When do I get to read it?"
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Character's name: Camixi Character's clan: Famine Sage Character's journal link:[ x ] Character's Arcana: Justice BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Surprisingly young. 5'4" with big pale blue eyes, dusky skin, and delicate wings usually pressed against her back like a cloak. There are little glass beads all over her gauzy dress at the moment.
Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 4:40 pm
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Beautiful! Perfect! This looks like home! thought Hush with an abnormal amount of enthusiasm. The Famine Conservatory contained beautiful pools of water that could calm a number of troubled souls. But the timid Death Horseman’s attention was directed at the small space of shade under a looming rock. He crept with haste under it, making small boot prints in the sand. Being out in the open had made him feel uneasy. His brief time in the Rehab Center filled him a familiar urge to find a place to hide.
This feels much better. Now I can recollect my thoughts a little easier. He poked at the sand and was intrigued by it. He scooted backward into the sand, making himself a miniature cave beneath the stone. The sand covered more his charcoal-colored body, which made him feel a little more secure. As the sand covered him, it also slid into his boots and stuck to the fur on his attire. It was a feeling he was unfamiliar with and it quickly irritated him. He wriggled around under his rock as he tried to wipe off the sand. He snarled, “Ngh! It won’t come off!”
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Character's name: Hush Character's clan: Death Character's journal link:http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?page=1&t=25139967#380463533 Character's arcana Star Character's Weapon Scythe with maximum length. Makes him seem even shorter. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 4’10’’, Glowing Off White Eyes, Charcoal-hued skin. Death Horseman outfit includes black and grey furs with cured leather armor that covers most of his body. Covers most of his head with a skull that resembles a popular minipet.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 4:51 pm
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The sound of rippling water was what drew the short Famine mare to the conservatory area. Most people would come for calming, she was more interested in finding useful things to stuff into her satchel, like specimens or special things. As she walked, her face was turned down towards the ground, trying to catch any movement. Nearby she could hear voices, but she was on a mission. Rock, rock, small rock, big rock... Littered in the sand were small rocks, but they were uniform and boring. She didn't want to collect boring.
Slowly she approached a tree, looking at some small plants near its base. It was as if she were wearing blinders, looking around for something. "Oh!" There was a boot in the sand and she smiled, grabbing at it - and whatever body was attached.
"Oh, its a live boot!" Me'ah exclaimed, staring back at the distressed Death horseman, slowly releasing the grip on his boot. "Are you using this?"
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Character's name: Me'ah Character's clan: Famine Stage: Y1 Job Class: Scavenger Character's journal link:[ Journal ] Character's arcana The Star BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Short Famine horseman with pale, translucent and deteriorating green wings, dark skin which is tearing in many places. Arm bones are exposed, hidden under clothes. Long, tattered white hair loosely flowing. Large satchel tied around her waist with collected goods.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 5:16 pm
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Hush was too busy squirming as he hopelessly tried to brush the sand off of himself to notice the approaching Famine mare. He suddenly felt himself being pulled out from his miniature cave by his boot. What is this? What’s pulling me?! He tried to grip the ground to prevent himself from being pulled out from under the shade of the rock. However, all he gripped was sand, which did nothing to help him. “Gah! Let go!”
Now that he was out in the open, he looked upon the force that had removed him from his hiding place. He growled at the Famine mare who was buzzing with energy. “I’m not a boot! That’s mine. Of course I’m using it. It’s on my leg, isn’t it?” The Death horseman wriggled around and tried to scoot back under his shady rock. Then he gave up and he started to brush the sand off of himself to no avail. “This stuff won’t come off. It keeps getting replaced by more. How do you get it off?”
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Character's name: Hush Character's clan: Death Character's journal link:http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?page=1&t=25139967#380463533 Character's arcana Star Character's Weapon Scythe with maximum length. Makes him seem even shorter. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 4’10’’, Glowing Off White Eyes, Charcoal-hued skin. Death Horseman outfit includes black and grey furs with cured leather armor that covers most of his body. Covers most of his head with a skull that resembles a popular minipet.
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Character's name: Hush Character's clan: Death Character's journal link:http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?page=1&t=25139967#380463533 Character's arcana Star Character's Weapon Scythe with maximum length. Makes him seem even shorter. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 4’10’’, Glowing Off White Eyes, Charcoal-hued skin. Death Horseman outfit includes black and grey furs with cured leather armor that covers most of his body. Covers most of his head with a skull that resembles a popular minipet.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 5:52 pm
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The translucent wings on her back twitched again and her head tilted to the right, then back to the left as if she were contemplating his claim. "I suppose not." She lamented, staring down at him under the shade and blinks. "Sand comes off?" She questioned, looking down at herself, sand caked onto her legs and she looked back curiously.
"Isn't sand everywhere? You look like you're drowning, but the water is over there." Me'ah tilted her head towards the nearby pool of water and shook her head. "Well, since you're not from around here, since your outfit is... different..." Her bright eyes moved across it and she reached over. "Oh!" A small bug was lodged into his fur accessory and she shoved it into her satchel. "Death horseman, right?" She guessed, though honestly had no idea.
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Character's name: Me'ah Character's clan: Famine Stage: Y1 Job Class: Scavenger Character's journal link:[ Journal ] Character's arcana The Star BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Short Famine horseman with pale, translucent and deteriorating green wings, dark skin which is tearing in many places. Arm bones are exposed, hidden under clothes. Long, tattered white hair loosely flowing. Large satchel tied around her waist with collected goods.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 6:33 pm
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The Death Horseman spasmed a little before he laid flat in a state of defeat. He looked over at Me’ah’s limbs and his pupils pulsed. He looked at all of the sand clinging to her and in a meak, raspy voice he declared, “It has consumed you.”
He took a moment to assess her before he twitched as she removed the bug from the fur of his outfit. He hadn’t even noticed that the diminutive creature had taken residence on him. He was slightly concerned that there may be more. He scratched some the sand that had crusted on his cheek. “What are you looking at? Sure. I’m all about Death. This is where you live, right? Or around here, I mean.” He looked over at the nearby water and knelt down by it. He hoped the shimmering water would be able to free him of his thickening sand coffin. He poked at it before he stuck his hands in it. “Oh, this seems to work. Off of my hands, itchy sand.” He made a half grin as he wiped off his hands.
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Character's name: Hush Character's clan: Death Character's journal link:http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?page=1&t=25139967#380463533 Character's arcana Star Character's Weapon Scythe with maximum length. Makes him seem even shorter. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 4’10’’, Glowing Off White Eyes, Charcoal-hued skin. Death Horseman outfit includes black and grey furs with cured leather armor that covers most of his body. Covers most of his head with a skull that resembles a popular minipet.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2017 2:59 am
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One day Noth intended to introduce her to Rou, to let her meet the focus of his attentions and to show her how it was possible to be soft and pleasant while maintaining a dangerous core befitting a horseman. There was nowhere better than conquest to teach how to smile with one face while succeeding with another. But for now it was best to allow her curiosity to flourish unfettered, free of any restraints, the only restrictions he placed were those which placed her in unneeded danger because her coming to harm would hurt him in equal ways.
"Exactly so." he said. "Though that is not to say that I will ever cease to favour you, simply that one day you will inevitably surpass me."
He did not entirely believe this to be true. One day she may well surpass him in some aspects but he would eternally be a perfect being when it came to his own studies, he wasn't about to go being humble now.
"You can stop by my room and pick it up whenever you wish."
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Character's name: Nothing Character's clan: Famine Sage Character's journal link: Character's arcana The Devil BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Pale and short with transcluscent skin and draped in strange tapeworms, Nothing looks like he should be slow and ponderous an much of the time he is, but he is capable of quick snaps of movement which is startling. He is missing his left hand and is almost always accompanied by a frazzled wild eyed famine companion who functions in many ways as his Igor.
