Welcome to Gaia! ::

Strider: *Glances across the circle of chairs at Raven* Your name is Raven? I know a Raven. She died.

Vitae: *gives Strider a sidelong look* Have we met?

Strider: No. Bugger off. *begins exposing his scars* In my own experience I've had my left leg slashed open with a sharpened wooden staff, been stabbed in the shoulder during a swordfight and nearly bled to death, and had my leg wound kicked back open. In another instance, the same wound was inflicted months later by someone who just happened to have cursed the weapon used against me... Then I went blind. But I got better! Painfully. I mean, how many people have been subjected to bleeding shadow through their eyes? It looked like watery blackberry jam!

Vitae: Or the botched grape jelly Raincrow's parents made...

Strider: Freak.

*Vitae taps his metal fingers against the edge of his chair, staring at the people nearby. He sure as hell isn't about to talk about his experiences.*

Strider: It's sometimes a blessing I have a very patchy memory... If I didn't, though, I'm sure I'd have more to tell you guys. *he pulls out the pack of gum Vana gave him while Gaia was down and starts chewing a piece* Hey, Zarr, you mean she's about to kill you? *sighs* Murder is the sincerest form of flattery, you know. Or just a very good plot device.

Vitae: *looks disinterestedly at nothing while blurting out--* I have two fathers.

Celos: ...I was blasted through the stomach by my brother. Slightly painful, very interesting actually...got to test out the genetic modifications I did to myself.

Laundry: *sits all high and mighty in perfect pink clothing* I have been HORRIBLY abused. *examines nails* mystcloud, my creator, HAD TWO FEET OF MY HAIR CUT OFF!!! By that VICIOUS elf girl. *scoff*

Adrion: *hugs his knees, perched in his chair* Can't sleep. Zombies will eat me...

Kamaro: stare Shut up or I'll eat you.

Adrion: *shrieks* gonk *begins molting*

Asher: This reminds me of the time when I locked the door on Andrew... *chuckle* He stayed up for hours upon hours trying to open the door... I shouldn't have opened it for him, though. He beats me when I do that, if I'm lucky. *sighs, running his finger down the seat* o.o Where're the loose nails in this thing??

::All characters trudge into the room, via chain gang style, connected to each other by shackles and chains::

Drakkle: He looks around, and speaks shortly after, with an icy tone. "Always a slave to someone..."

Ashrim: He chuckles and looks behind him at Vanrya. "This is kind of kinky..." He winks at her.

Vanrya: She snarls. "Damn cat, if you eye me like that again, I will cut your eyes out of your head!"

Raeth: "Hey, it's not so bad guys... it could always be worse." He says cheerfully.

::All characters take a moment and look around for the first time::

In unison: "Who the hell are all these people...?"

In unison: "And what has Patrick done with all of the others... We were all cramped into a room, waiting to be tortured... there were like, so many more than this..."

*Netti and Debbi, two of my most abused characters, walk in. (They're furries. I've got pics of the non-hentai kind)*

Netti: Why do we have to be the ambassadors into Neth's brain?

Debbi: Because we've been around the longest. Some of the others aren't as forward as us from Animal Village. And we've been through a lot.

Netti: What about Polli? Polli was a slave for 7 years. A slave!

Debbi: And she curses liberally in a language Neth writes as she needs it. Plus, she's pissed off anyways with the gay marriage rulings over in Neth's world. She'd just curse in Akuu'mai'ian and the other authors wouldn't know what she's saying.

Netti: *grumbles something about Neth being almost a month younger than her anyways and her not having to listen to her*

Neth: stare Time warp. Welcome to 1995, you two.

Debbi: AW! DAMMIT! I'm 14 again! I don't wanna be 14 again!

Netti: It's after your birthday. You're 15.

Debbi: AW, Double DAMMIT! I don't want to be 15! 15 sucks! I'm starting to go goth which is pissing others off.

Netti: stare At least you're not trying to adjust to having an adoptive brother and sister that don't speak English well. Plus, I'm the mother of the most overactive toddler born. I'm 15 with a 2 year old child!

Debbi: stare I'm the same age Ricky was when he was shot. In front of my face.

Netti: ******** me. You win.

(As much as I pick on my characters, they're still pretty perky.)

Jory: *glances around a bit uncomfortably* I get the feeling I should've brought someone from the plot with me so that I actually had someone to converse with. Humm ... *ponders who a likely fellow victim would be* Cathryn? She might enjoy this .. or Scott. Not that he trusts me. Not that I blame him.

Vyka: *grumbles something about it not being fair, pitting new vampires against older ones and sulks in a corner* stare