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| Dream | March 27, 2013, 3:27 am Post #1 |
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Mew?
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In the world of Taia, in the country of Wayre, a young prince was murdered. The capital city of Ese, as well as the nation as a whole, was in an uproar. Nobody knew what happened; there was no murderer to be found. Everyone was searching for a hero, though there was no hero to be found. The hero, one young boy born in the deserts of southern Wayre, died three years previous. Nobody even knew of his existence before he was gone. His future destroyed before he could even spell his name. Wayre, and really Taia in general, was descending into anarchy. People were losing faith that their Hero would never show. The king, Auberen, called for his highest advisors to gather in Ese, trying to determine what their plan of action was. They were clueless. --- It was a morning just like every other. Nothing of note was going on, and everyone was going about their day as usual. Things on Earth were, to say the least, quiet. Unfortunately for a group of friends, that was all about to change. There was no telling what it was about that day that was so different, and nobody could ever really know. Whether it was a chance of fate, or some random happenstance, they were chosen. It happened in an instant. Maybe they were just walking through a door, maybe they were sitting at a computer desk, it didn’t matter. In the blink of an eye, they were somewhere far away. --- Cai walked through the halls of the Ese Palace, her steps frantic. She had just left her sister’s rooms, and had an urgent message for the king. She entered the King’s throne room, standing just before the king. Typically, a young female such as herself would be hard worked to speak with the king, especially one of her…questionable…heritage. Neverless, due to her standing, it wasn’t all that difficult. ”Your Highness, there has been rumor of the hero being not what we expected. Sir, some believe…” her voice trailed off as a sound interrupted their relative silence. The two turned their head towards the source of the sound – the door. Despite the order not to be interrupted, a single guard entered the room. ”I’m sorry to interrupt, Your Highness, but, there has been a development.” the guard walked forward slightly before stopping. ”I was on duty patrolling the dungeons when I came upon something rather surprising. Eight of our unoccupied cells are no longer as such.” Cai looked from the guard to the King before speaking. ”Sir…These may be the Heroes we’ve been awaiting.” --- You wake up in a cell. The walls are blank, the only light from a window on the back wall, far too small for even the smallest of species to crawl through. As you look around yourself, you find that you are completely and totally alone. The gate keeping you there is locked. Confused, you sit up on the bed. Something feels different. Your body doesn’t feel quite the same as it had before. You don't know anything about where you are, or what you're doing there. What will you do next? --- GM Note: In the newly made Dice Rolling Thread, I want everyone to roll a D20. Also, at some point in your first post, whether by starting, or flashback, I wanna hear a little bout what you were doing -before- you ended up in the dungeon. Edited by Dream, March 27, 2013, 3:46 am.
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I'll whisper in your ear, You are mine, and you will never have to be alone. And when I pull you near, You'll know I love you like I never loved anyone. So let me be the one to lift you up, I'll carry you home. 'Cause now I'm here to keep you safe, And to catch you when you fall. | |
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| Deleted User | March 27, 2013, 4:05 am Post #2 |
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Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck. Just shut up, please. I can't fix everything! Inside I found myself begging for silence. Begging for a moment of peace. One brief second of happiness would suffice. No silence. No peace. No happiness. ♫"Yeah it's all alright. I guess it's all alright. I got nothing left inside of my chest but it's all alright..."♫ I wish... Music was a a small, fleeting, tiny escape from life. The computer was another. Put them together you get another boring night browsing the internet, talking to my 'friends' on Ethereal Lights and listening to music. Hey, it was something. Without warning, everything changed so rapidly I had no chance to exclaim anything and in less time than it took to blink an eye, I found myself laying upon a rather stiff bed in the darkness, well, what would have been darkness. There was no real sign of much light in the room, but it all seemed clear to my eyes for some odd reason. It seemed to be a small cell with just the bed I lay upon and a cell door much like you'd find in a prison of some form. That was not the only strange thing happening however. My body felt strange. Powerful almost. Where flab used to be, a hard, stone-like wall of tight muscle now resided. "What the fuck?" Even stranger was my voice, though I could understand my own words it seemed to be of a totally different language than English. Not only the pronunciation but the tone and the pattern was almost like something you'd expect from some African tribe of chronic smokers. Gravelly, rough and foreign, yet totally familiar. "This is the weirdest trip I've ever been on... That couldn't have been normal weed." I spoke to no one in particular in my strange language. I sat up on the bed and stared at the cell door, afraid to stand up for fear of falling down due to the head-rush I usually get while smoking weed. "Erika, you here?" I called out in my barking vocal mess. Not like she'd understand my fucking gibberish anyway but a familiar voice would be very appreciated at the moment. |
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| Kraveing_volkf | March 27, 2013, 4:41 am Post #3 |
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It was morning, and thought it might be fairly early Reia was up and was eating her breakfast. "You going to go out today?" Her mother asked from the kitchen. "Yea, I was planning on going to the mall with some friends." "Your not planning on doing anything else, right." "I don't plan on getting into trouble no. I need to buy new stuff…so that I can get into trouble." Reia laughed some as she imagined doing juvenile stuff like tacks and woopie cushion, juvenile but funny. Then again she could even do something t make someone trip, that was usually funny too. The girl stretched as she stood up, then the world seemed to change. She suddenly found herself laying down looking at the ceiling…was that stone? "Did I feint? What kind of twisted hospital is this? Mom?" Sitting up Reia gave a gasp, even if she couldn't see all that well Reia could still tell that she was in a cell, after all her vision was good enough to see a cell door not far away from her. "Whats going on…I'm scared…" She stood and started to move over toward the door, only to stop when she noticed something between her eyes, crossing them she gave her second gasp which sounded more like a squeak. She reached up and felt her nose…snout…only to give a yelp when she saw her fuzzy hands. Then she felt her butt wriggle and spun around several times before she managed to grab her tail. "What the…Okay…dreaming…I feinted while standing up to fast…and now I'm dreaming. I should pinch myself…yea…" Reaching for her arm Reia gave it a sharp pinch then hissed and started to rub her arm, whining at the fact she was fuzzy. She sat back on the bed and looked at herself more, doing a quick scan to see if she was 'human' anywhere, then laying down and looking at the roof, both hands running across one other as she started to cope. "Okay, I'm a fox…thats fine…If there was some water I could see if I am atleast a cute fox. If I became a fox then there has to be a way to…not be a fox…surely…" |
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| Poise&Poison | March 27, 2013, 9:11 am Post #4 |
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Mewtwo?
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"Take a look at my life, all Black. Take a look at my clothes, all Black. Like Johnny Cash, all Black. Like the Rolling Stones, wanna paint it Black. Like the Night that we met, all Black. Like the color of your dress, all Black.Like the seats in my Cadillac, I used to see red now it's just all Black." The last thing I wanted then was to be conscious. I groaned and rolled, studio headphones still on my head from when I passed out. There were still 6 hours left to go on my playlist. As I rolled I felt a tugging, I had managed to get myself wrapped up in the cords again. I guess I should say I'm lucky I didn't strangle myself in my sleep. I yanked the headphones off my head, cutting off the sounds of Good Charlotte, and untangled myself carefully. Ugh. I didn't have enough patience for dealing with stubborn wires so a just flopped back onto my mattress and stared at the ceiling. Shit, I was too awake to go back to the haunted, restless thing I'd come to identify with sleep. I grabbed my piece of shit go-phone, it wasn't far from my head as I know I fell asleep staring at it. Heh, I felt so empty, so hollow. I was pathetic. Seriously, just wait for it, you'll agree. I sat up and ran a hand through the wreck that was my hair. It should be illegal to be up this early. One bare foot, then the other onto the carpet of my bedroom floor. I sat there, bare chested and still in my jeans from yesterday, for a moment. I stood up and looked around my room, Valentine's cards, anniversary cards, and love letters from my ex were pinned to my wall. A hot pain filled chest, I couldn't look at them but I couldn't take them down. I didn't want to think of how she hurt me, but I didn't want to let go of what we had. I groggily stumbled to my mirror and examined my reflection, heavy dark circles under my eyes, tousled auburn hair was a mess. You look like shit." I told the man in the mirror as I made a rude gesture. He just stared back, flipping me off. I want to hit something. I left my room and dropped to the floor of my living room. Pushups, usually they're a great way to blow off steam but I couldn't concentrate on anything and I know I'm out of shape. I thought that maybe I could kill half of the day showering and brushing my teeth. At that point it took fifteen minutes for my gums to start bleeding, a week earlier it had only taken two. I’m not even sure why I started testing that. Maybe it was boredom, but it was probably something more along the lines of the fact that it’s so much easier to handle physical pain than it is to handle emotional pain. And overbrushing one’s teeth is probably the most passive aggressive form of self harm conceivable. It’s even kind of ironic if you think about it. I'd shower, brush my teeth, make sure my hair was tolerable, and then find some way to stop from thinking. Thinking had become something of an enemy, everything reminded me of her. It didn’t matter what I did or where I went. I couldn’t help it; when you’re with someone for that long, when you let them in that deep, they become a part of you. The worst part was that I still loved her, so much. And she knew it, and I didn’t think she cared a bit. It certainly wasn’t changing anything. Not being with her just felt wrong. See? What did I say? I was completely and utterly pathetic. I went upstairs and stripped, turning the water onto scalding temperatures. It wasn't hot enough unless my skin was in danger of peeling off like that one scene in Poltergeist. The one where the guy imagines he's peeling his face off in the bathroom sink with the really cheesy effects that still managed to turn my stomach? Yeah, that one. I hated my body, to me it was supremely ugly. But it didn't have to be ugly AND dirty. I got into the shower, a shudder racking my entire frame as the water hits my skin and turns to steam leaving my pale freckled shoulders red. I washed my hair, sputtering a little as the boiling waters cascaded over my face, keeping my eyes screwed shut against the water and soap. My mop of hair clean, is start to scour my body using more of my body wash than I normally would. I shut off the shower and immediately feel the shock of cold piercing into me, as my body had adjusted to the searing heat of the shower. I toweled off, my skin sensitive to the rough texture of the faded purple towel that was probably almost as old as I was. Satisfied that I was dry, I pulled on a clean pair of boxers and waked to the sink to brush my teeth. I had to finish preparing myself for another day of pretending everything was completely fine. To my credit I really was an excellent actor, I didn’t let anyone see what was going on inside me. It wasn’t worth it, I didn’t want their sympathy or their worthless advice. I didn’t want their pity, I didn’t want them to be there for me. I just wanted them to get on with their lives… I just didn’t really want to get on with mine. I wasn’t sure but it was like if everyone just moved on it’d be like it never happened and all that time of pure blissful happiness and love would be gone forever. I didn’t want their memory to fade, or to sour, so I was just stuck. I'm not sure why, but I wiped off the foggy mirror with my forearm so I could look at myself. Lately mirrors were my worst enemy. I could see right through myself. I was the only person I couldn’t fool. It was probably force of habit that I looked. Regardless of why, I stood there, braced on the sink, staring into my own hazel eyes. In that moment I was filled with a cold anger. I wanted to lash out, to hit something, anything. In a flash, my fist angled towards the mirror. I anticipated watching that reflection fragment as pain spiked through my hand and smeared crimson over the glass but that's not quite how it happened. My fist collided with solid iron, causing it to reverberate and tearing my knuckles. "Ow-shi-What the?" This was not my well lit bathroom with the $400 mirror that I was about to shatter on a pissed off whim. I was in a cell, cold, and well it felt like it should've been dark but I could see fine. Still, a cell? Well... I always figured I'd end up in prison. I just wanted to know how I got there. I nursed my shredded knuckled and a flood of sensation rushed through my mind as the blood met my tongue. My canines grazed my skin, strangely longer and sharper than I remembered. I ran my tongue over them, that was definitely different. And there was something more... I felt strange... Like... I kind of felt dead, at least how I imagined being dead felt... Only not. I checked my pulse, yeah it was definitely there. So what was the deal, my entire body felt different. I put my knuckle back in my mouth and examined myself. I was wearing unfamiliar clothes and... My body seemed to be made of coiled muscle, my skin paler than ever before although maybe that was a trick of the light. I paced like a caged animal, for all I knew that was exactly what I had become. Eventually someone would have to come by. Surely they'd be able to explain. Until then... It was just me and my thoughts. Great... |
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| Velkyn | March 27, 2013, 7:09 pm Post #5 |
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The Chaos Maiden
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I opened one hazel eye just a crack. I had been “awake” for about two minutes by now, but still completely seeped in that bleary, groggy, fluff-filling-my-head state of half-sleep. …coffee… as was typical, that was the first coherent thought out of the jumble of fluff. Then, about ten seconds later, What time is it…? I felt around in the general direction I figured my phone was most likely in. Nope. That’s a wall. My hand slid up the wall, dully registering that it didn’t quite feel like the wall of my bedroom, and the shelf that started only about a foot and a half up my wall from my bed was missing. …So… not my room… or my brother’s… Those were the two places I was at least use to waking up. My other hand went out to the other side. Edge of the bed. No bedside table. No phone. I sighed, finally opening both eyes. Then I blinked, closed them again, waited about five seconds, and opened them once again. ”…What the fuck did we do…?” Now, you will note that I said we. Yes, my first instinct was that my brother(s) and I had done something ridiculous enough to finally land ourselves in jail. We were each prone to our own bouts of personal insanity. Maybe they just all lined up, and we just said fuck it… but… I don’t even remember… I finally sat up on the significantly-less-comfortable-than-my-brother’s-floor bed, setting both feet on the floor and leaning forward just slightly. My tail lashed behind me, slamming hard into the wall. I yelped immediately, tears coming to the edge of my eyes simply due to the pain. ”That fucking hurt!” I snarled, voice coming out not as the sleepy, groggy, slightly raspy tone I expected. Instead. It came out sounding like one big, angry predator, mixed with the angry hiss of a large crocodile or something to that effect. Then my brain caught up, or tried to. I felt something slam into the wall. On my backside. There wasn’t anything there to slam into the wall like that… I felt the tip of my… appendage waver and flick over the wall once more, though not as fiercely. No. There was something there… I was honestly almost scared to look back. My first thought is that I now presently possess a tail. I must have played too much Skyrim or something… thinking I’m an argonian now. Wow… I went off the deep end finally… I was beginning to come to an acceptable solution. I completely fucking snapped last night, and finally let everyone see just how fucking insane I am. I did something illegal, spoke when I shouldn’t have- expressed what was in my head more than likely, and they tossed me in jail so they could figure out what to do with me. And now I’m hallucinating that I have a tail… I turned my head, and looked back. Or. I would have looked back, had a fairly large wing been in my face. It was slightly relaxed, making the swampy green color of the sails visible. ”…huhwha?” I blinked a couple more times. ”…so, not too much Skyrim, and thinking I’m an Argonian. Argonians don’t have wings… dragonwrought kobold, maybe? Or half-dragon…” I forgot about the tail. Mentally, I went carefully through the muscles I was so use to existing in my back that I pretty well forgot about them until they were sore from exertions made the previous day. Then I found new muscles. I wonder if everyone’s hallucinations are this… vivid. Or pay this much attention to how things would have to physically work… I experimentally tensed the mass of muscles that would logically control the wings on my back. I promptly found myself sprawled on my belly on the floor. ”Ow.” I said it more reflexively than anything. It hadn’t actually hurt… which made little to no sense. Sprawling on the floor was usually at least moderately uncomfortable. I laid on the floor. Then became aware of my nose. No. Snout. You know how most of the time you completely ignore your nose in the corner of your vision? And sometimes you just… suddenly become aware of it? That was precisely what happened there. I had a snout. And it looked like it had… scales. …whaaat… the fuuuuuck… How in the name of fuck did I get to this point? What did I last remember? I had been drinking. That could explain something. I had been drinking, and decided I wasn’t playing babysitter this time to those who got drunk enough to be evacuating their stomach. That explained more. I had a good number of mixed drinks, and a handful of shots to help the process along a bit quicker. I had gotten, quite assuredly, completely and thoroughly drunk. Now, I didn’t black out, and I was aware of what I had been doing (I think). I just acquired the attention span of a three year old, and time seemed to pass a little… funny was the best way I could describe it. I also overall thought a little less, which was a something I could greatly appreciate. Normally, it was in a perpetual state of overdrive. I sat in a friend’s living room, drinking and playing Rock Band. I was also not drunk enough to believe that a couple of my friends could sing while drunk, but it was still amusing to say the least. The others eventually decided they wanted to play one of the various FPS games they had floating around, and I rather simply bowed out. Halo, Gears of War… whatever, those games didn’t appeal to me. Drunken snipers are either hilariously bad, or scarily good. No one in the room was scarily good, but a couple people still exploded themselves with their own grenades. So it was kind of worth watching. More drinking, more drinking, a bout of evacuating my stomach and then… nothing… That was where my memory stopped. Whelp. Maybe I drank more than I thought… Warily, I got to my feet, finally looking down. I could see the end of a thick, powerful tail hanging out by one of my feet, which were rather large… scaled… and tipped with some nice, ebony-colored claws. I looked at my hands next. Roughly the same. I felt my wings shuffle and rustle behind me. ”…what in the name of fuck…” |
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| Achilles | March 28, 2013, 6:15 am Post #6 |
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I was drving home in my escape from Lyndhurst. For the first time I felt more mature, not cause I was, I'm still a childish fuck, but Suzanna. For the first time ever, i felt something more for a girl. I couldn't call it love for sure, but it was something more than I had ever felt. The thought of her, the mere thought makes me happy! I mean, yeah, I've told ex-girlfriends that, but it hadn't really been true. I said it for multiple reasons, with Alexis, well Alexis was a bad example, that probably the best relationship I've had so far in life. Mostly every other girl I've ever told that to, it just wasn't true. I didn't mean to, it was just, well i have no fucking backbone and when my girlfriend said 'I think of you all the time,do you think of me?' I felt guilty saying no A, and B I did think of them, just not like they meant. Again I know I'm an asshole and a shit and am going to hell. I tell myself in the mirror in hopes I'll end up a gentleman like my grandpa. But Suzanna! At this point I was overcome with joy I crowed. Like peter pan does when ever he flies. I pulled into the driveway and put it in park. I didn't turn the car off, just sat there listening to the song on the radio. So happy I started singing along, 91.5 was a great channel, all songs from 1920 to 1940. Would you like to swing on a star, Carry moonbeams home in a jar, Be better off than you are, OR would you rather be a fish.... And then I was sitting on something entirely different. IT wasn't a leather car seat. it was harder, but just as dark. I started to feel around checking for..well anything. My eyes could barely see anything but from what I could make out, there was a light hole in one wall and on the other side of the small room was bars. It's a cell... How'd I fucking get in prison?! and What prison is this? Gitmo? As I got up I started toward the cell bars, groping the air as I went. (depth perception still was at full capacity.) When I reached them I felt through as far out as I could. I wasn't trying to squeeze through, just get a grasp for what the fucking fuck was going on. HELLO!? IS ANYONE THERE!? I called out, hoping to see a soldier with a US flag. I could probably get some answers as long as they speak English. I thought as I heard my echo go down the stone hallway. |
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Nihil Temptatum, Nihil Potitum "I wish none of this had ever happened" "So do all who see such times, but that is not for them to decide, all you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given with you" "Youre ugly" "Youre drunk" "That may be...but tomorrow morning. I'll be sober, and youll still be ugly" | |
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| Kyoichi | March 28, 2013, 3:23 pm Post #7 |
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I have boobs? 0450 Alarm screaming Fumble for phone Dismiss alarm Roll over Force eyes open Stand up Put on PT gear Walk into corridor Begin descending barracks stairs At about this point, I'm conscious enough to think about how badly I want to skip PT and go back to sleep. Glancing at my watch, I notice that I have about 10 minutes before I actually need to be outside. I settle down on the step I'm currently standing on. Just as my posterior makes contact, the lights suddenly go out. Blinking, I look around myself, wondering if the stairway lights suddenly burned out. As my vision adjusted, I notice that I seem to be sitting on a wooden plank rather than a vinyl step. My vision adjusts quickly, and I see that I seem to be a small room. It seems at first glance to be some kind of store room. Looking at the bunk I'm sitting on and the door to the room, I conclude it's more likely some kind of cell. Either way, it obviously had no connection to the Marine Corps. The torrent of thoughts wells up from the bottom of my mind, speculation on where I am, worries about being UA from PT. I quickly put on lid on them, keeping calm and rational. This was no dream, I know the difference between my waking and slumbering worlds well. I could have been knocked out and somehow spirited away from my barracks. It was unlikely, however. Despite the low chances, my hand strayed to the back of my head, feeling for a wound. My eyes widened at the feeling of long, silky hair. How long had I been here? I look down at myself, expecting the worst. However, what met my eyes was not something I would normally have guessed. Nestled in shadows and unfamiliar cloths, was cleavage. It was fairly small, but cleavage it was. I immediately brought my hands up, giving my chest a physical inspection. Upon feeling the genuine softness of a woman there, I hopped off my bunk. I saw my hair drift in front of me, practically scraping against the ground and in twin-tails. I could barely make out the dirty blonde color. "This is.....awesome. I always wanted to try being a girl for a week." It wasn't my usual voice at all. I seemed to have gained an octave and some sing-song, melodic qualities to my vocal cords. In other words, I sounded really cute. I decided to test this new body of mine. I was practically a contortionist now, far more flexible than my original self. My strength appeared to not really have been altered at all. Perhaps I was a bit stronger? It was hard to tell. Beyond that, I couldn't really make any further observation of myself as compared to my normal form, besides checking for Sir Lanceolot the Slipper bratwurst. Nope, he and his noble ovals were MIA. I wouldn't be able to confirm my new height and weight until I escaped this cell, which I obviously would do. "I've done it. I've achieved /a/'s greatest wish. I'm a cute girl. Well...I'd better be cute!" I began to walk over towards the door and think up some simple things to try out when I noticed something. My consciousness seemed infinitely deeper. I was able to focus far easier, I could think more fluently and about multiple things at once. Several issues and problems I had been pondering before now seemed trivial to me, as I easily came up with solutions to them. My intelligence had skyrocketed! Along with that, I noted an overflowing power that seemed to pulse within the deepest parts of my core. I didn't have to PT today. I had tits I felt multiple times smarter I discovered what could be magic dormant within myself I had tits! This was a glorious day. Edited by Kyoichi, March 28, 2013, 3:27 pm.
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| Dream | April 5, 2013, 12:54 am Post #8 |
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After her meeting with King Auberen, Cai was sent with a team of five guards to visit the cells, and find out who these mysterious visitors were. She walked with silent steps, her staff in her right hand, always ready, always prepared. The top of her staff glowed slightly, emitting a strange, magical light, as she walked through the darkened dungeon. As she passed each cage, she made note of the occupants. She paced back and forth for a few minutes before stopping at the third cell. Out of all of them, this one seemed most intriguing. What would a dhampir be doing in the middle of the palace’s prison? She flicked her tail, signaling for the guards to stay back. As a creature of the night, the dhampir would probably be the easiest for her to associate with. Cai walked up to the cell door, and spoke up. ”Dhampir. The King wishes to speak to you. I suggest you behave. There are many questions concerning you and your companions, and we expect answers.” she stated. She then turned to the guards, gesturing for them to go to the other cages. ”Come. Let us fetch your companions and be on our way. The King does not appreciate being kept waiting.” she gestured down the hall, where the guards were waiting, one outside each of the others’ cells. --- Wes During your pacing, you spot movement out of the corner of your eye. If you were to look closer, you would notice a rather strange looking creature. The creature appears to be about medium size, though extremely thin. They appear to be a feminine sort, as made obvious by the rather decorative midriff-length shirt and slightly baggier pants. She had thin arms, leading to rather thin, clawed fingers. She has pointed ears, almost like an elf’s, though not quite. Her eyes are a deep blue, and narrow, almost like she was glaring. A close look would show that they were also glowing ever so slightly. Matched with her fanged teeth, it was a little unnerving. Sprouting from her head were two thin, short horns that were a grey color. Her skin was a blue-grey color, and almost looked feathered in appearance, though you wouldn’t want to get close enough to test that theory. She had a thin tail, whip-like in appearance, that was the same strange coloring as her skin. Most noticeable, however, were her wings, which sprouted from her back like a bird’s. You had no idea who she was, but she spoke of a King requiring your appearance. It was very obvious that this was not someone you would want to get on the wrong side of. After speaking to you, the female stood to the side, the door to your cell open. It seemed like she was waiting for you to go ahead of her. --- Gareth You were drawn from your analysis of your appearance by a commotion from the right side of your cell. You could overhear some voices, enough to identify what was being said, even if there was little sense to it. Before you really had time to digest all you were hearing, a figure walked over to your cell and stopped in front of it. From the looks of them, they were some sort of guard. They wore decorated armor, the type that looked nice, while still serving a functional purpose. They had a rather stern look on their face. They didn’t look unfriendly, or even very intimidating. If you were honest, they looked almost bored of everything. The cell you currently found yourself in seemed to be just a little too dirty to really make sense. It was a cell, of course, but even so. It surely didn’t look like they were expecting you there, in any case. There wasn’t even a sort of bedding or anything for you. Perhaps you really weren’t supposed to be in prison? --- Vincent Nothing really seemed to matter to you at that moment aside from the glaringly obvious…you were a female. Once you got past that revelation, other things started to sink in. You were in some sort of cell. It wasn’t your typical prison cell, however. As you looked around, you’d notice the walls were made of stone, not the brick-style you would expect, but something much more old-fashioned. That, added to the sudden gender swap, and the strange powers you could feel within yourself, led you to only one conclusion. You were in for a real adventure now. It was a good thing you knew what you were doing, because you could tell things were about to get interesting. Just as you recognized that, three figures passed, two continuing on, and one stopping just in front of your cell. What their purpose there was, you had no idea, but you weren’t sure if you were going to like it much. --- Thadius ”HELLO!? IS ANYOEN THERE!?” your voice echoed, fading slowly until it could no longer be heard. You waited for a reply that seemed to never come. In fact, you heard nothing more until footsteps alerted you to someone’s approach. A group of guards passed by, one of them stopping just outside your cell. 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That sure is a funny name.” a voice commented through the bars of the cell. The person stepped forwards slightly, a thin beam of light cast upon them from a small window. It was a guard, a human, by the looks of it, and they seemed most amused by you, though slightly cautious as well. |
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| Velkyn | April 5, 2013, 1:34 am Post #9 |
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My head cocked, and I swiveled rather instinctively to catch the sounds a little better. Things sounded… different when you had ear-holes instead of actual ears made of cartilage on the sides of your head. Absently, I scratched and itched around the base of some of the little horns that held back my tangle of brown hair, a tingle flowing down my spine at the sensation and making my tail flick once more. The guard-of-sorts then caught my attention, quickly assessing the armor. Because it matters so much that their armor is functional and not just decorative given the circumstances… I shook my head, I most definitely have bigger problems… maybe. Dhampirs, kings, and bored men in proper armor. A big prank? Certainly not hallucinations, and it doesn’t feel like a dream either… My gaze had drifted to a spider web, tail flicking and twitching across the dirty floor as I thought. …well. It’s worth a shot… I stepped a little closer to the bars. ”Hello. There’s probably some big thing in place, where you’re not suppose to talk to…” I trailed off, the word prisoner sticking in my throat, ”Peo-…individuals behind bars. But I have no clue what’s going on. I must have been really drunk when I got brought… here… or… something.” My wings rustled, and I consciously went through the musculature to still them, though that left a foot scuffing the ground, and my tail lashing a little bit behind me. Nervous? Me? Naaaah. I just woke up with scales, claws, wings, horns, and a tail. That’s all. Oh. And a voice that sounded more like a reptilian movie-monster. Or maybe some mix of Skyrim’s Argonians and dovah. |
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”Erika? That sure is a funny name.” It wasn't a trip. It wasn't a dream. That voice was someone I'd never heard before, and it brought some knowledge to my mind that was seemingly distant. English. Or what I knew to be English was being spoken. Carefully I got to my feet just to reassure myself that it wasn't a trip. No headrush, no strange weightlessness, nothing. It was real. However odd it seemed, what I was experiencing was 100% tangible. It scared me. I slowly approached the bars of the cell I was in. As to not frighten whoever was on the other side I moved with my arms at my sides. "Where am I?" I spoke, this time in what seemed to be English. My lips felt strange with the words, familiar yet strange. It wasn't until then that I felt the tip of my tongue brush against a sharp, pointed tooth. I raised a hand too my face and felt around. What I discovered sent a chill through my body. Tusk life teeth protruded from my mouth forming a jagged set of fangs. My skin was callus and dense feeling. What am I? I'd become a monster. I placed my hands on the bars before me and tried to see whom I was questioning. Fear was slowly turning to anger. I wasn't quite sure why, but I was growing very impatient and frustrated. "Tell me where I am, dammit!" I demanded, this time in the strange monster language I'd magically acquired. My fingers tightened around the bars. My massive hands ached. The knuckles cracked against the tension, but I felt no pain. I wanted out. I may have looked like a monster, but I was certainly no animal to be caged. |
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| Kraveing_volkf | April 5, 2013, 3:10 am Post #11 |
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There was lots going on, yelling for people and for figuring out if anyone was around. Truthfully Reia wasn't sure if she should be yelling back, unsure if she should be talking, after all if this is a prison then surely some of these were here for a reason…but then again she was here and as far as she knew there was no reason for that. A glint. Quickly Reia's eyes snapped down and she glanced toward the cell door. There was something there, it was blurry but it had a reflective surface. Pushing herself up she moved toward the door and leaned forward, cocking her head in an inquisitive way and squinting in order to see better. A guard! "Hi. My names Reia. Can you tell me where I am? I really don't like it here and I don't thi…" Reia retracted and hissed as she bit her tongue, her mind quickly falling to how long and flat her tongue felt and how easy it was to bite while just talking. She then felt her ears twitch and turn toward the noise of yelling, frustration, anger. A question of where someone was…"How many others also just 'appeared' here?" |
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| Poise&Poison | April 5, 2013, 3:12 am Post #12 |
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I halted in my tracks, still as the grave as I was approached. My eyes scanned the creature from horns to tail. I shifted my posture slightly, absorbing the image of the creature before me. My eyes locked on her fierce visage. She looked dangerous, and strangely beautiful in a haunting way. I ran a hand through my hair, she kind of looked like a demon. So... what? I died and went to hell? Shit... at least it was roomier than my skull. I didn't have much time to think about it though, as she began to address me. It was direct, courteous, and thoroughly confusing. "The hell did you call me? Weren't Dhampirs like... Half-Vampires or something? C'mon, I wasn't that pale was I? And what was this about a King? Like the King of Hell? And as for companions, well suffice it to say I had no clue what nice lady was referring too. Regardless, she was letting me out of my cage so that was a plus. Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore. I say, flashing my fangs in a grin that didn't quite reach my eyes. I exited the dingy cell and got a better look at my surroundings, the metaphorical gears in my mind whirring. I obviously wasn't the only person in the prison, I needed more information to judge the situation. I didn't know know what kind of trouble I was in or what kind of leverage I could have. Or... you know... where I was? I figured it was best that I complied for the moment. "Well then, let's go. I've probably got as many questions as your King does." |
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| Kyoichi | April 5, 2013, 8:55 am Post #13 |
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~I didn't get drunk in a bar in New York city, but I somehow ended up in jail anyway~ Gleefully enjoying my newfound softness, I allowed my eyes to examine the door as I neared it. The faint light that trickled in revealed an obnoxious amount of airborn dust within the room, and some better details of the walls that made it up. It seemed to be made out of what looked like some medieval style stone work, definitely not your typical modern building material. I was looking out the small window attached to what I was now certain was a cell door, a trio of armor encased sentients strode by. Their effects were easy on the eyes, but looked battle ready at the same time. The ones wearing the armor were themselves definitely not human. At this point, I had narrowed down my theories to two possibilities. As one of the three separated and came to my cell, I decided that I'd quiz him to confirm one of two theories. "So, last night I was out in town with my Libo buddy, and we went to Roshi-sama's and got some of that high class sushi you always hear about. We decided after the meal that 2000¥ was way too much for the amount of food you get. Anyway, my point is I didn't get drunk in a bar in New York City last night, so could you let me out of here? Also, these panties are kinda itchy. Is that normal, or am I just sensitive to burlap?" My voice was so ridiculously cute, I almost squealed. It was going to take me a while to get used to this. After reminding myself that things tend to get boring rather quickly after one gets used to them, I decided that I'd have to keep being a woman at least a little awkward from time to time. At the same time as this, I considered the possibility that there were others that ended up in a similar situation as myself, likely also finding themselves in an old jail cell with something strange or fantastical going on about themselves. Seeing as there were foreign species here, it was likely that some of them were no longer human themselves. I must have just gotten lucky. |
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| Achilles | April 6, 2013, 3:12 am Post #14 |
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The sound of voice echoed off of the stone, there was nothing. I close my eyes and strained my ears to hear better, but nothing came for what seemed to a long time. Finally he heard footsteps coming. Metal and regular shoes both. I opened my eyes as 2 guards and a....What in the sweet semen of baby Jesus was that girl pale A;SLDFKJASDLFK what the hell were the guards!? I jump back and give the up and down on the 1 guard i can see. It was not Human. I had no clue what it was, but it was not human. human-esq but not human. Their Armour was shiny though, so yay shiny things. After finishing my fascination with the guards anatomy, I tried to get as close to the bars as possible to see what kind of weapon he had. If I have to, i need to know what I'm fighting against. I back up from the bars. My plan is to behave as long as I need, and then split and run when I see my chance.
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| That Butler | April 12, 2013, 3:10 am Post #15 |
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Rhys's head was throbbing like it had its own person drum circle going on inside his skull. That was the first thing he became aware of as he slowly came back to consciousness. He didn't remember much of what happened before he fainted. Not yet, at any rate. His brain felt so fuzzy, and his vision was a bit blurred as he slowly opened his eyes with a groan. The first thing he became aware of was the fact that he was in what appeared to be some manner of jail cell. An old one, at that. The thing didn't even have a toilet or anything else that Rhys would have expected to see in a modern prison. Speaking of prisons, why was he here? He hadn't done something illegal again, did he? He'd never actually been arrested before. Is that what had happened? He closed his eyes tightly, trying to think of what had happened before he'd lost consciousness. That was a losing battle, though he thought he'd been in the middle of stealing something. Just shoplifting a CD. Nothing major. Oh hell... Had he been arrested? Was this a holding cell, and that's why it was so bare-bones? Maybe, but he didn't see any cops around. Weird. "Hello?" he called out, his voice a bit scratchy from thirst. "Anybody out there?" |
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| Dream | April 12, 2013, 11:54 pm Post #16 |
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Wes Cai looked at him, slightly curious. It was almost as if…he didn’t even know what he was. Her suspicion was confirmed as he voiced his confusion. ”I called you Dhampir. That –is- what you are, is it not?” she asked, though it was obviously rhetorical. She sure knew a Dhampir when she saw one. She brushed off the rest of her thoughts as he left the cage. She nodded, gesturing for him to walk with her, and continued down the hall. --- Gareth The guard heard your comment, and turned to look at you, though they said nothing. Soon enough, the guard was joined by a rather demonic-looking female, and a Dhampir. The demon-girl stepped forward, past the guard, and unlocked your cell. ”If you would come with me, I’m sure everything will be sorted out.” she told you before gesturing for you to exit as well. Things were getting rather complicated, and you had a sinking suspicion you were in something far over your head. --- Vincent The guard looked at you, a rather confused look on their face. Simply put, they had no idea what you were talking about. As far as they were concerned, you were just another part of the job. A rather strange, mysterious part of the job, sure, but part of the job none the less. ”They’re your clothes, miss.” the guard commented before turning down the hall. A rather strange collection of people were heading your direction. Soon enough, the door to your cell was opened, and you were met with a rather intimidating female. ”Right this way.” she stated. It was obvious that she was starting to lose patience with everything. She hadn’t necessarily wanted to be the one to gather all of you like some glorified babysitter. --- Thadius You were rather clueless as to what was going on, but you sure didn’t like it. Needless to say, you were somewhat uncomfortable there. You were busy going through your plans of escape, when you heard a clinking sound. Sure enough, someone was opening your cell door. You were let out, and it was rather obvious that you were to join the ragtag collection of individuals being led by the guards, as well as someone who was most certainly not a guard, but who you didn’t want to get on the wrong side of neverless.”This way.” the creature said. You soon realize that you have no real choice but to go along with it, at least for now. --- Reia The guard looked at you. ”There are six of you.” was all the guard said. Not the most helpful answer in the world, but at least it was something. Any hope of other answers was cut off as a group of mismatched creatures stopped in front of your cell. The cell door was unlocked, and the guard gestured for you to exit. You were added to the rest of the collection as they walked off to complete the group. --- Gorst The guard in front of your cell seemed to be not only the most open to communication, but the least friendly as well. ”You’re in a cell, obviously. What are you, stupid?” the guard laughed a harsh laugh. The guard seemed as though they were going to say something more when they were stopped. A female walked forward, opening your cell and gesturing for you to join the others. --- Rhys A little late to the party, your arrival was, to say the least, unexpected. If it wasn’t for the fact that the exit was past your cell, it’s highly likely they wouldn’t have even known you were there. In any case, it was only your question that brought attention to you. Cai looked rather surprised before walking across the hall and opening your cage as well. ”Very well. You’re coming along too.” she shrugged, gesturing for you to join those assembled. --- Everyone Now that she had everybody gathered, Cai stopped. She turned around, looking at all of you as she did. ”Alright. As I already told this one,” she gestured to the Dhampir, ”You are being summoned by the King.” she paused, trying to figure out how much she should say now, and what she should leave for the king. ”Now, if you would, tell me your names? I’d rather not have to introduce you to the king as simply ‘the Prisoners from Nowhere’.” she looked at them expectantly, waiting for someone to speak up. |
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| That Butler | April 13, 2013, 12:12 am Post #17 |
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Rhys raised his hand like this was some kind of tour or school trip. "Excuse me, but did you say king?" he asked, sounding more than a little confused. "Also, awesome cosplay. I have no idea how you pulled off that tail and all that, but...kudos. And where are we, exactly? Is this some kind of medieval theme park? I certainly didn't ask to come here..." He didn't seem too happy with the situation, to say the least. And this mismatch of other people was throwing him off, too. Was everyone in some kind of weird non-human costume, or something? Rhys didn't think he was. He looked normal to his own eyes, but then again, he couldn't exactly see his ears and face. The distinctly elven features would come as a huge shock to him if he happened to look in a mirror. |
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| Velkyn | April 13, 2013, 12:38 am Post #18 |
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I frowned faintly as my comments were ignored. What did I expect though, honestly? I shook my head slightly, looking down at scaled feet. Then, a demonic woman appeared before me, as well as another roughly-human looking male, though he appeared as confused as I felt. My gaze drifted down to about where the lock would be on my cell, as it clicked open. ”Well. It’s follow you, and maybe figure out what’s going on, or sit in here and waste away.” The choice there was rather obvious. Once more, my wings rustled a bit, and I eyed them thoughtfully. I don’t think they’ll quite fold like the ones in Gargoyles… pity. A cloak would be kind of nice… Without giving that little piece of information another thought, the new appendages were adjusted a little bit, to take up less space and not hit the edges of the cell door on my way out. I stepped out, peering up and down the corridor for a moment, and then padding along after the apparent Dhampir and demonic-lady. Once the whole collection had been gathered up, I took a good look at everyone. All a bit lost looking, some more human than others. Most could be identified as distinctly fantastical races. Ones that weren’t supposed to exist… including myself. My eyes were drawn back to the woman when she started speaking. I finally decided. There wasn’t much I could do but roll with it. ”My name is Gareth Vale.” It certainly didn’t sound like Gareth Vale in that Dovah-Argonian-Crocodile voice. |
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Well, the guard still had a head, the cell was open and I was free-ish. Things were going better than expected. Had it not been for the lady that was there now, the guard would have probably been hurt. Although I had no weapons or armor, I felt like I could have ripped the man's arms off with little effort. ”Now, if you would, tell me your names? I’d rather not have to introduce you to the king as simply ‘the Prisoners from Nowhere’.” "Gorst Hakak." I barked, not sure where the name had come from. Some part of me wanted to say my human name, the name I'd known all my life. But, I didn't. I was Gorst here. Wherever here was. I looked towards the guard who'd just recently called me stupid. I smirked and bared my teeth at him. I slammed my fist across my chest in an intimidating manner, then pointed at the guard, marking him for later. There was a large squealing rumble that erupted from within my stomach. "...I'm hungry." I blurted out, feeling like all eyes had turned on me. I looked to the woman who seemed to be important. The one talking about the king and whatnot. "You got any food here?" A simple question. "Can I just eat him?" I asked, jerking my head towards the guard I'd decided was my new worst enemy. I wasn't joking either. It might have been meant as a joke by my human side, but I felt that I could quite literally take a bite out of the little man. I wiped at the corner of my mouth, brushing away a bit of drool that had accumulated at the thought. I gave a twisted smile and looked at Enemy Guard Man/Dinner. In my mind he was crunchy and tasted like chicken. |
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| Kraveing_volkf | April 13, 2013, 3:58 am Post #20 |
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Reia gave an oh as she was told there was five others, she looked down some before hearing someone approach her cell. Looking up she noticed that a group of assorted creatures was outside her cell, the door was open and she was gestured out. The group was interesting, and there seemed to actually be six others so maybe she just misunderstood the guard, in any case the demon lady said they were summoned by the king and Reia looked at the others trying to figure out why a king would summon such a mismatched assortment of people, then looking at her arm to remind herself she was technically a 'creature'. When asked for a name she said, "My name is Reia Ci Va'Les." Her attention returning to the demon as she asked, "What about yourself? Or would you prefer us to call you 'demon woman'." |
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| Achilles | April 17, 2013, 12:48 am Post #21 |
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As my cell was unlocked, I walked out, but like I used to walk. I walked straighter, like I had purpose. Which was fucking retarded to think, what was that much different from that dingy cell to this dingy hall? "Now if you would, tell me your names" This pale faced, ashen skinned woman said. How rude, not even a question but an order. he said finding himself surprised and offended. Offended cause she didn't have the manners to ask, surprised cause, well why the fuck do I give a shit? I opened my mouth to speak, "Well aren't we the snarky little bunch of misfits," I say with a bit of an accent. It was as though I had been taught how to speak properly to, with clear and precise diction on every word. "Thadius Winslow Cooper, at your service." He found himself fishing with a slight bow. WTF mates?!?!?! What the fuck has gotten into me!? I found myelf thinking exasperated. |
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| Kyoichi | April 18, 2013, 5:50 am Post #22 |
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~I'm a girl with a boys name...or am I boy with a boy's name that is also a girl? Ah fuck it, I have tits and my name is Vincent~ I grinned as the guard became confused, especially at his remark about my clothes. So maybe that wasn't a fullproof way to confirm my theory, but it was still funny as hell. My theory was given more validity the instant my cell was opened. The rather coarse and very non-human woman that met me was probably an obvious point in the argument that I was not within my home realm. I stretched on the move while exiting my cell and following along. Honestly, the confusion and tension out here was tangible. These guards obviously didn't like anything to be out of the norm. And oh how out of the norm today must be, seeing my fellow, equally confused prisioners herd along like either freightened, dazed, or uncaring cattle. I suppose If I were to be one of the three, it would be the far latter. I wasn't too familiar with what DnD races were supposed to look like, nor the names of them, but I ventured a guess that the fellow with wings was probably some kind of sub-dragon type thing. The others gathered were a bit less obvious, except maybe the fuzzy looking cat/fox-girl-thing. I was asked my name, and at this point I was really stumped. Should I use my actual name despite my appearance, or should I delve deeper into this world of being female and label myself as such? Naw, it'd be fun to mess with people and use an earth style guys name. As such, the following left my lips. "Yo! My name's Vincent, and I've been rule 63'd. This IS where the GSCP, or Gender Swapped and/or Confused People meeting is being held, right? Is the King going to be our group leader for the day? I hope he has advice on what a healthy amount of s....you know what, I'll just ask him when i see him." While speaking I took my obnoxiously long hair and attempted to give myself a moustache with it. I needed to give everyone here low expectations of myself now, whether it was about my competence or level of intelligence. Deception was the first step, clarity would come later. |
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| Poise&Poison | April 23, 2013, 6:58 pm Post #23 |
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I looked at the strange humanoid. She seemed convinced that I was a Dhampir, for all I knew I was. I couldn't rightly say what had happened to me, it was probably in my best interest to just take everything at face value right now. So… I figured my best bet was probably to just play along. Figuring out what had happened to me could come later right? First I had to make sure I wasn’t going to be executed or something. "I guess I'm just adjusting to this sort of reception." I said, choosing my words carefully. It worked right? I mean, it wasn’t every day I found myself as a half-vampire in a prison cell. I cleared my mind, focusing on the task ahead. It certainly was a hell of a distraction from, well, the reason my knuckle was still bleeding. I followed my liberator, staying a few paces behind and to her right. I couldn’t help pondering a few things, probably not the things I should have been pondering, like whether or not I had a reflection or how I’d be affected by sunlight. It’d be a big problem if I walked out into the sun and turned to ash. The no reflection thing on the other hand… I don’t think I’d have minded that. Still… A Dhampir, just when I thought I couldn’t get any more socially unacceptable… I’d always made myself into what people needed me to be, so I wondered what would be best for me now. Should I try and make myself seem non-threatening, or was it best to play up any intimidation factor I might have? I wasn’t entirely sure, so I figured I’d wait for more information. Honestly though, I wasn’t surprised that the demon-woman was the one to open my cage maybe they figured a hell spawn would most likely cooperate with another hell spawn? That brought another question to mind, the hell kind of king were they about to meet? And what was that smell!?!? Oh… that was my blood. It was quite a distracting smell to be honest. I mostly ignored the other prisoners for now, as far as I knew the only connection between us was that we ended up in the same prison block. ”Now, if you would, tell me your names? I’d rather not have to introduce you to the king as simply ‘the Prisoners from Nowhere’.” I smirked, she apparently had as much a clue as I did about how we got there. Well… no point in keeping the strangely-pretty demon-lady-who-might-later-have-me-executed in suspense. At least this way they’d know what to put on my headstone… If they planned on burying me, that is. “The name’s Wes… Wes Dawnbreaker.” No idea where the last name came from, or why I said it. But I did, and I kind of liked it… I used my given name though. It was kind of interesting when I thought about it because I was still me, except different. And it was rather ironic that “Dawn” would be used anywhere in a Dhampir’s name. Well… it amused me. But then again, I was feeling a bit morbid to put it lightly. |
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| Dream | April 28, 2013, 7:45 am Post #24 |
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It is well to be expected that, when a group of creatures are all gathered in one place, there will be differences in personality. Beyond the simple differences expected from different personalities, there is also the differences in upbringing, and general mindset. Add in a difference in culture, brought about from completely different worlds, and you were truly in for an adventure. And when faced with two cultures so completely different, as was the case between Earth and Taia, there was bound to be some issues with communication. Those issues hadn’t even begun to truly take face yet, but they were sure to come about shortly. Cai was just beginning to figure out just what she was getting herself into as the group responded to her rather abrupt questioning. It was obvious from the start that they were a diverse group, anyone looking at them could see that, but what stood out even more was their responses. Cai was met with everything from “cosplay” to “rule 63’d” and everything in between, the meaning of which would probably forever escape her. Fortunately, she could gather that everyone else was just as confused as she was, if not more. The more exotic of the assembled races made that more obvious than the others. Moving awkwardly, it was almost as if they were unfamiliar with their own body. After each of them responded, the teifling took a moment to look at each one in turn. There was the Dhampir, Wes Dawnbreaker, who she had first become acquainted with, and was probably slightly rude to; Gareth Vale, a rather awkward-moving Wyvaran who seemed to have more appendages than they were used to; Vincent, a rather adorable female human with a rather masculine name; another human, a rather proper individual, going by the name of Thadius Winslow Cooper; a kitsune by the name of Reia Ci Va’Les, an inquisitive one, if her response said anything about her; Gorst Hakak, a half-orc who seemed far too eager to make meal of the Royal Guard; and the strange elf boy who seemed against revealing his name for one reason or another. In all honesty, Cai wasn’t sure what to do with them. She knew full well what they weren’t, as did the King. Neverless, she knew as well as the king that the people were losing faith. So, they did the only thing they really could do. ”My name?” Cai wasn’t sure why the question came as a surprise to her. Of course they’d want to know who she was, and being referred to as ‘demon woman’ definitely wasn’t appealing to her. ”I am Cai’lyn.” she stated. Many found it unusual that she had no second name by which to identify family relation, but that was just how it was for the tiefling. Feeling the introductions were sufficiently covered, she gestured for them to follow her. ”Right this way. The King will want to speak to you.” she paused to glance at Gorst ”And then, you will get your food.” --- The meeting with the King was rather short, and mostly a formality. Both parties knew that there was very little information to be gathered from the other, each being just as clueless about what the group was doing there. In fact, there was only one piece of information the King could offer, and even that was a lie, though the group would hopefully never know that. In a moment of wisdom, the King chose to keep his little piece of information to himself, instead settling with formally welcoming the newcomers to Wayre, and unknowingly, to Taia as a whole. He gave them a little information, mostly about what was expected of them while they were there, until it was figured out what they were doing. They were to follow Cai as she showed them to their rooms, settle themselves down for the night, relax, and everything would be better explained come morning. --- Everyone You leave the King’s throne room more confused than when you entered. You now have a handful of names to match with phantom ideas, you could gather that you were in some place called Wayre, which was in some other, larger, place called Taia. Your guide was a demon-like woman by the name of Cai’lyn, a tiefling, from what you were told. The woman leads you through a maze of halls, pausing every so often to inform you of what you were passing, mostly to tell you not to go down that way. Eventually, she stops before what appeared to be a dead-end. She turns to look at the group, a single door to her back. ”Through here is your private rooms.” she states before turning and opening the door, leading the way in. ”As you can see, there is a common area here, and the private rooms are along the walls behind those doors. Feel free to choose whichever you desire.” she pauses again, looking around as if trying to think of if she forgot anything. Satisfied that she mentioned everything she needed to, Cai nods. ”Alright. I will leave you to it. A servant will be up shortly with some food for you. I strongly advise you stay here. I shall return in the morning. Everything will be better explained then.” she turns and walks away. --- Meanwhile, in another part of the castle… A human paladin sat in the room given to him less than a week previous. His typical evening routine interrupted by a knock at the door. The door opens, a Royal Guard standing in wait. A message from the King. There were more newcomers, their method of arrival nearly identical to his own. He was to meet them the next morning, with the intent of joining them in whatever they may be doing. GM Note: Alright. So, you guys can socialize amongst yourselves for a little while. When I feel you have talked enough, or things are starting to get slow//boring, we’ll skip to the next morning. ![]() |
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I'll whisper in your ear, You are mine, and you will never have to be alone. And when I pull you near, You'll know I love you like I never loved anyone. So let me be the one to lift you up, I'll carry you home. 'Cause now I'm here to keep you safe, And to catch you when you fall. | |
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| wrink | April 28, 2013, 9:04 am Post #25 |
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"Every book you read says it always starts with a dame. Unless the guard in full plate and a three inch beard was a lady, I'm going to call bullshit on that. The name's John Cormeyer. I'm a private dick, and a public one too according to most people. I've got three shots embedded in my torso: one lead, two burbon. I've got a taste for smooth jazz, cold gunmetal and festive cocktails. Up until recently, I was New York's finest, now I live in a ten-square foot chamber with a metal bowl in place of a john. At least it's better than Hooverville. There are some new kids in the castle, came here the same way I did. I pray to god they're not Irish. Nothing against them, I just think Guinness tastes like pitch" Player Note: Yes, he narrates out loud. Get used to it Edited by wrink, April 28, 2013, 9:04 am.
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